(semi-open, incomplete)
WHO: Maya Herrera, Batman, and maybe Hiruma, Sena, and Laguna.
WHAT: Maya undergoes her first transformation.
WHERE: Sylar's house.
WHEN: Midnight.
With Gabriel's disappearance and most likely demise, Maya had been so preoccupied with taking care of the shop and crying herself to sleep every night that she forgot about the black wolf. Miranda had been some help as had been Jo, but it wasn't the same. The need for Gabriel only grew stronger as the days went by, and all the things they haven't done yet, they could have done, they wanted to experience. Her emotions were on high, and not just depression, but things she never felt before and it was too overwhelming for the woman.
So overwhelming, that one night, as she curled up in her bedroom, and watched the moonlight through her window, she could feel herself change.
The pain began in her limbs. Her arms and legs were bulking up, and her nails were growing longer. Hastily, she wrote a note in the journals for Laguna -- that man who offered her help -- but he did not reply. Instead, others did, and Maya tried her best to respond. However, her writing became messier as her body underwent spasms. She dropped the book, writhing on her bed as her limbs grew, her back arched, and the animal inside was taking over.
Black fur spreading across her body, her clothes ripping, everything turning to black and white -- the human side fought for dear life, praying for a miracle, a cure, anything.
WHAT: Maya undergoes her first transformation.
WHERE: Sylar's house.
WHEN: Midnight.
With Gabriel's disappearance and most likely demise, Maya had been so preoccupied with taking care of the shop and crying herself to sleep every night that she forgot about the black wolf. Miranda had been some help as had been Jo, but it wasn't the same. The need for Gabriel only grew stronger as the days went by, and all the things they haven't done yet, they could have done, they wanted to experience. Her emotions were on high, and not just depression, but things she never felt before and it was too overwhelming for the woman.
So overwhelming, that one night, as she curled up in her bedroom, and watched the moonlight through her window, she could feel herself change.
The pain began in her limbs. Her arms and legs were bulking up, and her nails were growing longer. Hastily, she wrote a note in the journals for Laguna -- that man who offered her help -- but he did not reply. Instead, others did, and Maya tried her best to respond. However, her writing became messier as her body underwent spasms. She dropped the book, writhing on her bed as her limbs grew, her back arched, and the animal inside was taking over.
Black fur spreading across her body, her clothes ripping, everything turning to black and white -- the human side fought for dear life, praying for a miracle, a cure, anything.