[@rocketrobie2] [@LadyRunic]

[b]Christopher Harris[/b]

Christopher had been about to answer his roommate when he heard the growl from behind him. Almost instinctively he jumped into the air - re-orienting himself so that the wall furthest away from the sound behind him became the direction he was gravitating towards. Now, almost against the roof, and horizontal to the ground, he looked down where he saw the beast which had entered the room. His head flicked towards the other boy, but he found that he was very much paralyzed with fear. 

Behind his wide, panicked eyes memories from when he was younger flooded back over his consciousness - for his fifteenth birthday - his father taking him to a game reserve... being given a gun. Being directed towards a lion. Not wanting to shoot it, where it lay in a drug induced haze. His father insisting that it was tradition in their family. The rangers taunting and aggravating the animal until it started running towards him. His father screaming at him to shoot it. His father's proud smile as he washed blood off of his hands later that afternoon...

The objects in the room began to vibrate, and some of the lighter things began floating upwards, the smallest making small orbits around the larger ones. His eyes never left the beast, and his mind kept screaming - this is not a lion, this is not a lion, this is not a lion... but the panic and short breaths he took did not seem to allow him to clear his brain enough for him to consider that this was school full of mutants and that one of them might be able to turn into animals.