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Carol burst onto the scene, shotgun in tow. She shouldn't have been expecting any less, but...still, what she saw was shocking. Jordan and...and something were sitting on the bed together, sheets rumpled around them. The creature, a purple-themed unicorn-boy had it's jaw clamped around Jordan's hand, teeth puncturing the flesh slightly. The human boy was too weak from being sick to deal with things like this, and had since fainted, now lying utterly limp. At her arrival, the unicorn-boy glanced up quickly, realeasing Jordan's hand from the bite.
"Please, missus, I don't want any trouble," he began. Only to be cut off. "I swear, I'm just trying to-"
"You get away from my boy, or by God I will blow your freaking alien head off!" Carol growled. She aimed the weapon.
"Please don't do that."
"Don't try to tell me what to do, just get away from him!"
The unicorn-boy sighed, then looked Carol right in the eyes, penetrating her emotions as heavily as a freight train, telling her over and over with his mind that all she had to do was drop the gun, just drop it, and everything would work out alright. Meanwhile, Jordan's transformation had indeed sped up dramatically. In a matter of moments, he would be fully, completely, wholly changed. Maybe the first to prove sucessful, maybe not. None of them heard the sound of the door being broke down until it was too late to do anything about it.