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[center][b]Zac WIlson[/b][/center]
Margret Fuller was cruising along a country road on her way home from the grocery store. Since her husband was stuck at work that night, Margret had to bring along their infant child. Between watching the road for deer and keeping an eye on her baby girl, Margret was in for a difficult task of keeping her focus on the road. Nevertheless, she was up for the challenge.

Everything had so far gone well for Margret, especially since her child had been miraculously behaving herself while her mother drove. However, as she was approaching an intersection where the traffic light was shining green, a car in the perpendicular lane rushed forward into the intersection. If Mrs. Fuller’s child had been making a ruckus in the back seat, Mrs. Fuller would have plowed right through the old-looking car. Nevertheless, this was not the case. Since Margret had most of her attention on the road because she wanted to keep the jewel of her life safe, she was able to slam on the breaks.

While both drivers braked, their vehicles still collided. Out of frustration over the reckless driver who endangered her daughter’s safety, Margret banged her palm against the car horn. She stepped out of her SUV, intending to give whoever was drive a piece of her mind. However, when she approached the other car, the driver, a mid-aged man, slammed his fist into Margret’s face, knocking her down onto the ground.

While the father popped open the trunk of the car, his son sprang out of the passenger-side door, hurrying over toward the semi-conscious woman on the ground. However, once the boy placed his hands on her face, Margret snapped back into reality. The pain she felt was so excruciating that in almost felt like the atoms that composed of her body were being rearranged. Margret squirmed both because of the pain and to attempt to free herself from the boy’s grip. Nevertheless, the boy still held on. He did not flinch once at his own crime against Margret’s humanity.

Suddenly there was a thump against Margret’s SUV. When the boy looked back, he saw that his father was knocked unconscious on the ground. Above the father stood the Raptor. While the boy had been morphing their next victim in order to keep her quite about their location, Raptor dashed toward the father, who had retrieved a knife from the trunk. The Raptor’s velocity caused enough whiplash on the father when the father bounced off the SUV and onto the ground.

While the son was distracted by the Raptor’s entrance and by his father being knocked out, Margret took advantage of the situation and pushed aside the child, freeing herself from his grip. She stumbled to the back of her SUV, pulling out her cell phone from her pants pocket.

“911, what’s your emergency?” The operator asked.

“Please help!” Margret muttered in desperation. “Someone T-boned my vehicle and then assaulted me. I was able to get away because some metahuman intervened, but my child is still in my vehicle! Please help! Please...oh God”

“What’s happening?”

“They turned me into, into...” Margret was still in shock about what she saw.

“What did they turn you into?”

Margret took a deep breath before she answered the 911 operator. “They turned me into, um, a cow-human mutant thing.” At the thought of it, let alone mentioning it, caused Margret to break out into sobs. However, since the FBI had alerted the police about the type of crimes that the family whom they were tracking had been committing, the 911 operator immediately notified the Agent Gibson and his team about the possible tip of their unsubs.

“Don’t worry, Margret, police units are on their way. Just hang it there.”

Margret peered around the corner of her vehicle, hoping to see what was happening. She was surprised to see that the father (still unconscious, but alive), the son, and a woman (she assumed it was the mother) were tied up with a rope that the Raptor probably found in the family car’s trunk.

When she returned to her position behind her SUV, she almost let out a scream when the Raptor appeared beside her. He held his finger up to his lips, trying to keep her from making any noise. He then held out Margret’s child to the mother, allowing her to take a hold of her child. In spite of what had happened to Margret, the child still held onto her mother with a tight grip, accepting Margret no matter what. With tears running down her cheeks, Margret mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the Raptor for bring her child to her.

Then another child appeared from behind the Raptor. She was older than Margret’s infant, either ten or eleven years old, if Margret would have guessed. “You look just like mommy before she, she...” The girl began to say, but at the thought of her mother’s death, she started to bawl with torrents of tears. Margret extended her other arm which was not supported her child toward the little girl and wrapped her arm around her, trying to comfort her.

“What’s your name?” Margret asked.

“Lauren.”