Cathy barely had a moment to think, before it happened.
She became the white tiger within.
She felt like she was almost in a daze, while pouncing upon her would-be captur.
Her Siberian tiger claws ripped though his flesh, taring a deadly wound on the side. The man sat there, stunned, before finally stumping over dead.
Cathy stared at him. Wasn’t she supposed to freak out or something?
But no, she felt neither fear, nor sadness, only saddecfaction.
Surprised, she looked down again at her deadly weapons. Her claws merely retracted in and out at her command.
What was it that made her feel like this? An apex predator?
{The white tiger!}, Cathy suddenly remembered from her dream, {duh.
I am the tiger now. Able to see the good and the bad in people. So that is what I do next, I fulfill my
destiny.}
With that, she charged out of the room, running straight into the men with uniforms!
“What in the world?!” One of them shouted.
“It’s the new tiger-girl, predator of darkness! Grab her! Quick!” Another one yells.
In response, all reach for there guns, prepareing to shoot Cathy.
{No!} she thinks.
Leaping just in time, she lounges her body onto the nearest officer!
A cry is imedently cut off, as she reached for the next one...