((You might want to count how many clones are dead. "6 bitches down, 250 more to go!"))

Fighting and chaos isn't anything new and Roger knew it. Instead of going out to fight, he stayed in his fancy hotel, sipping on some cheap, sugar-free lemonade. That was until 2 simultaneous roars were heard outside. One roar on its own would be silent but then add another and you can hear a whisper. Anyway, Roger ran downstairs, past the conspicuous couple guarding the place and out on his red Honda VFR800F he "borrowed" from a motorcycle enthusiast. A helmet of an equal colour was worn too for reasons of safety.

Roger was still new to Cleveland. It was his first time in America after all. Lots of his friends lived nearby but their fates are best left unmentioned. Soon, Roger realized that tigers weren't the only problem. He could hear elephants communicating to each other and wolves howling. However, they were not in his vision and walking, it would probably take 5 minutes to get there. He revved the bike's engine and made his way closer to where he thought the animals were while playing oldish music from 2012.

1 minute later, the heads of giraffes were poking up over the lesser buildings and all the animals were talking. It sounded as if they were all communicating to each other. There was just one thing wrong with this. Why are these animals so synchronized? There must be 1 singular animal that is controlling them all. BANG! A shot from a powerful rifle echoed in the streets and soon the cries of 2 people bellowed in the air. Roger leaped of the bike with style, pulled out his trusty revolver and got a better vantage point via a ladder.

It was exactly how he pictured it, Noah's Ark but more blood and savage looks. In the middle was the woman holding the rifle. She had 2 large tigers by her side who would look cute if they didn't have the piercing teeth and stabbing eyes. Roger could make a shot at the person causing the ruckus but instead he decided to learn about her past. He pictured the location she was currently in and kept a lock on her while moving rapidly back through time. Months passed by like nothing. Her name was Jessica Schlesinger. She loved animals and had previously worked as a Veterinarian. It may seem like a coincidence for someone to get a power that helps them show their beliefs but in theory, it happens all the time. It's just like winning the lottery, it's very rare to win but someone always does. Jessica was caught in the rain when running to the veterinary to perform an important surgery on her friend's cats. She always treated animals like people and licked their fur and ate cooked chicken like a caveman would. It was slightly disturbing but Roger felt sorry for her. She had strong views for animals and wanted them to be free like humans are. Now she could make that true. Roger simply watched with his revolver aimed for her head.

"Maybe she deserves to live? I don't want to test the luck of the revolver this time."