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Regan was sleeping soundly when she suddenly felt hands on her body. Her dark emerald eyes snapped open and she jumped up off the couch with a roar, “MMMEEERRROOOWW!” she flipped backwards over the back of the couch and skittered across the floor, running on all fours, until she reached the other end of living room.

Almost running into the wall, she skidded to a stop and turned to face what or who had touched her with a hiss and a low growl.

Her eyes darted around the room trying to focus on who was there; she could smell several creatures in the room. There was a human, and that musty dog smell, though it was slightly off.

Finally her feline eyes locked onto a figure by the couch she was just laying on. Her tail whipped around angrily behind her. She was blinded by rage and fear, her sabre tooth teetering on the edge of shifting.

Regan stared out at the view from the balcony for a while. They were both silent and lost in thought. Regan thought about what life could be like here, would she be able to exist here? There were so many other mutants here and Regan was used to being alone, social interaction wasn’t something she was used to; she was always awkward around people, well except for Vincente. For some reason she felt like he knew how she thought and felt, and why like a real tiger, she spent her life alone.

The sound of Vincente’s deep voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She giggled softly at his comments, “Well I’m glad you don’t mind sharing, and I don’t mind you being here with me one bit.” She tilted her head to the side and smiled at him with gentle eyes, “I won’t ever interrupt you up here though, not on purpose anyways.”

Regan turned and took another look out at the city and sighed. New York was beautiful from a distance. As Vincente straightened up and turned to head for the door, Regan turned as well. He was going to keep showing her around the mansion, next stop was going to be the kitchen. She wondered if that was also one of Vincente’s favorite places, it was going to be one of her’s! Regan’s mutation made her have to eat quite a bit to keep her mind in control of the sabre tooth.

She pushed herself away from the railing and headed towards the door to follow Vincente to the next destination on the tour, though she was a little sad to leave the outdoors and the amazing view.

Regan followed Vincnte to the front entrance of the mansion in silence. She still felt like a dummy for what she had said about him being handsome. Geez that was stupid, her and her big mouth! She thought he must think she’s a complete twit right now. After all his reaction was to stand still for a few moments with his back to her, she could just imagine the look on his face. How embarrassing! It was moments like that that made her wish she could just be in her feral mind all the time, but alas that just wouldn’t be right.

She took in all of the comfortable furniture that was littered around the room. The front foyer was very welcoming, and it did remind her of the mansion she spent the second half of her childhood in. It made her smile softly to herself. “Reminds me of “Father’s” home, he liked to fill his home with comfortable things, I miss him.” She let out a little sigh and looked at her feet.

As Vincente started to talk so looked up at him and giggled to herself. He was smiling proudly; he really wanted her to be comfortable here, she could tell that much, especially since he emphasized the word “every” when talking about mutant acceptance here at the mansion.

Regan shrugged a little when he asked her what she wanted to see first. She had no idea what was in the mansion in general, other than the front doors and Vincente’s room. So she opted to let him choose, “How about you start by showing me your favorite place in the mansion?” She smiled at him and rocked on her heels with her hands tucked into her jean pockets. She was still nervous and felt quite awkward at the moment, she wished she could read Vincente’s mind right now, she wanted to know if he thought she was a total dodo brain.

Regan jumped a little when Vincente came out of his room. She was so focused on calming herself down that she didn’t hear him come through the door, like she normally would have. She spun around on her heels to face him and was greeted with his warm smile. That smile made all of her butterflies flutter a little differently and then they went away.

She smiled softly and couldn’t help but look him over with that tight shirt on. He might as well have just walked around shirtless, but Regan honestly didn’t mind, he was nice to look at after all.

Nodding softly to his questions she smiled and focused on his face, his deep brown eyes drawing her attention. “I think I’m ready, and I’m alright Vincente, just nervous.” She wrapped her arms around her chest to hug herself and rubber her right shoulder.

Her eyes darted to her feet and she shuffled a little. Giving a slight sigh she looked back up at Vincente and slapped a small smile on her face for his sake. She didn’t want him to worry about her, but she appreciated his concern greatly. No one had cared about her since her “Father” did, and it sure felt nice.

Regan had decided to roam around the halls of the mansion after Vincente had given her the grand tour. She found her way to the library and gingerly strolled in. Regan really enjoyed reading and learning and so she figured it would be a good place to spend some time on her own.

After walking around the library a bit, Regan noticed that one of the computers was left on. She walked up to it and saw the web browser had been left open on a page with a video. Regan sat down and took the mouse into her furry hand. She had some practice with the computer so she knew the basics and clicked the little play arrow and started to watch.

She watched the choppy video of a grey colored mutant with wings. She looked like a gargoyle. Was this the friend Vincente spoke of in the woods?

Regan didn’t really react to the police stopping and talking to the mutant until they hit her with the police car. She gasped loudly and clasped her clawed hand over her mouth. The other hand soon followed to cover the first as she watched in pure horror. The poor mutant was being beaten brutally! With every squirm and attempt to get the officers off her, they just hit her harder. As the mutant finally lay still after consecutive bashes to her head, Regan sat at the computer with tears welling her in emerald eyes. Her body shook softly with every silent sob.

How could this have happened? Why did people let it happen? Regan was so confused and horrified by the video, which was posted for the world to see. What if that had been her?

The mutant in the video didn’t even look scary compared to Regan. She was a walking predator, a beast, a ….. monster! Regan pushed herself away from the desk, still sobbing with her hands over her mouth. All she could think about was what would happen to her out in the public. If they beat this harmless looking mutant half to death for what appeared to be for no reason, what would they do to her?

Regan’s fears of the humans and their world were just confirmed! She was right to believe that she could never be a part of that world, that she would never be accepted and allowed to walk the streets freely.

The thoughts made her soft sobs turn in to fully fledged cries. Her facial fur was matted with tears and she was no longer silent. Regan was shaking so badly, the wheels on the computer chair were chattering on the floor in between the sound of her wails.

The crying and all of the fears that were confirmed in front of her eyes were upsetting her stomach, she was getting so nauseous. She started to gag and cough through her tears. She was going to be sick! With her hands still clasped over her mouth, Regan ran out of the library and headed to the bathroom to throw up.

Regan emerged from the trees with Vincente; she couldn’t believe what she was seeing! There were all types of mutants around the grounds of the mansion. Some looked like Vincente, human but they were using powers, others were visibly mutated in different ways. She let out a small gasp and covered her mouth with a clawed hand.

Looking at Vincente with his out stretched hand, Regan smiled softly with a few tears welling in her eyes. She hesitated slightly to take it, but finally placed her furry hand in his gently. She was so full of different emotions and she wasn’t sure why. She was happy, sad, nervous, worried, confused, and who knows what else! Blinking back the tears, she nodded at Vincente when he spoke, welcoming her to the mansion. With a soft and strained voice, from her emotions, she simply said “Thank you.”