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Sept. 15,1987 - Just outside of Atlanta, GA

A human sat at his bay window looking out to his front yard into the darkness, as if to expecting. He wore a simple white shirt and a pair of blue jeans and a very clean shaven face. His long dark brown hair was parted in the middle to keep out of his blue eyes staring intently into the darkness. He normally was in his study. Not this night. After the anonymous letters he received at work recently, his focus was shattered tonight. They were letters warning of an imminent dark deed upon him and his family. He rocked back and forth, sitting back in his favorite rocking chair as he waited, staring.

From the entrance behind him came a young doe. She was garbed in a simple blue sundress and had long light brown hair that came down to the small of her back. Upon the tip of her tail, she had a blue little bow for decorative purposes. She knew he was distracted with his lack of attention to the bow as she hands him a cup full of piping hot tea. Normally, he would be driven wild by it.

"I still think you're worried for nothing Gerald," she said softly as she gave his cheek a loving kiss.

"There's no telling if I am or not," he said softly as he picked up the saucer with the cup. "There's a lot of hatred out there for your Kind Charlene, and I'm afraid I can't protect both you and Lani..."

"You don't have to worry dear, I can handle myself." She said as she took a seat near him.

The room was dark with only flickers of candlelight, decorated with fine leather couches and a small coffee table between the rocking chair and the couch that was just under the bay window, giving plenty of leeway for the human to watch what was going on outside. The doe's ears would droop as she noticed his eyes not leaving that window, which gave her a cold shiver up her back.

"Besides, anyone who would be stupid enough to attack the great Dr. Gerald Moreau would be a complete idiot, with all the media coverage you have, you suddenly disappearing would raise questions wouldn't it?" she asked

.

"Not if it was the government." He said softly before taking a sip of his tea.

The doe gave a concerned look as she slowly walked towards him and kneels down before him. "What do you know Gerald? I can help..."

"I know as much as you do... all I've gotten is the letters that say, 'watch out, they are coming."

"I highly doubt that's the government, dear." She sighed as she stood up, "From what you tell me it's internal."

"What would Mr. Norwood have to gain from taking me out of the way?" he asked.

"Think about it, Haven't you noticed how much he changed at work?" she asked. "He's become more angry and reclusive through the last few months, don't you think that's a little strange?" Gerald couldn't help but nod, mostly to himself. She made a good point. Until recently, he used to visit the labs to oversee his coworkers and their projects. Now a days he simply has his lawyer coming through for his updates. He doesn't even give his trusted co workers a simple phone call anymore. "You should head to bed, you've got an early flight in the morning," the deer finally said after a pause, placing her hand on his shoulder.

He sighed as he put the tea down and shook his head, "You're right, I should get to bed." he said with a huff as he stood.

As he made his way through the main hallway that which both the front door and the stairs upstairs were located, the young deer gently blew the candles out before following. As she caught up with him on into the stairs, she kept within three steps of him to be sure he didn't have the idea of backtracking. Gerald barely had a chance to reach the top stair before her ears perk from a noise coming from the front yard. It was an innate ability that all mutanimals have better senses than humans. He head turned towards the bay window, in a slightly ascue sight, thanks to how high she was from the ground, and the ceiling before her.

"What is it Charlene?" he asked.

"Get Lani to the panic room!" she said suddenly.

"What?!"

"GET LANI OUT OF HERE NOW!" she yelled back

He turned around and grabbed her arm quickly, "NO! I'm not leaving you Charlene!" he exclaimed. "YOU are the reason they're here I know it!"

"You don't think I know?!" she yelled back. "Lani is more important, she's only four years old. You need to protect her as she doesn't have her powers yet!"

Before Gerald could say anything else, they hear a sudden crash come through the bay window and the room suddenly starts filling with smoke quickly. Seeing this, Gerald looked back to his wife and nodded softly. He didn't hesitate as he dashed upstairs to their daughter's room. Thankfully, the young fawn mutanimal was sleeping within her bed, safe and sound, being covered by her She-Ra comforter. He gently began picking up the little girl from her bed as she yawned, audibly, rubbing her eyes softly.

"Daddy? What's happenin?" she said sleepily.

"Don't worry Lani! Daddy is taking you somewhere safe. Bad People are coming"

Wrapping the comforter around her quickly, he runs a little further down the hallway to what seemed to be dead end. While carrying the four year old in his left arm, he slide a part of the wall away to reveal a numerical key pad. He typed in the pass code 0-5-0-6, the little fawn's birthday. After inputting the code, the dead end door slides open, revealing an 18x18 square foot room. He quickly ducked into the room without hesitating as he quickly slides the board hiding the keypad back and closed the door behind him.

When Charlene was sure the two were safe, she turned and slowly opened the door. As she exited the door, she found herself surrounded by several men in black military outfits and gear complete with Kevlar Vests, M16 assault rifles and gas masks to hide their identities. The front yard of their house was well decorated with foliage all over their yard, and a beautifully clipped green yard, to the decorative ivy on their fence on either side of the yard. She sighed a bit as she ran one of her cloven hands through her hair gently as she approached to within 15 feet of the surrounding men.

"Charlene Moreau, Get down on the ground and put your hands behind your head!" Yelled one of the men.

"Identify yourselves and I will cooperate" she replied.

"Down on the ground!" The same man repeated. "And get your hands behind your head!"

She sighed and smiled a bit devilishly. "I love it when men like to do things the hard way..." she suddenly extended her arms and reached out towards the men. Her eyes began glowing a deep green as she concentrated upon the plethora of plants that grew all around her. Before they had a chance to react, several tendrils of ivy began wrapping the intruders, quickly wrestling the weapons away from them with little resistance. The men started screaming as the living ivy sprung from everywhere, quickly restraining many of the men quickly to the ground. The man making the demands to the woman watched as the rest of his men became incapacitated by the plants, it was hard to determine what kind of emotion that was on his face due to the gas mask on, but he wasn't happy.

"This is your first and final warning!" she yelled back to the men. "Leave me and my family alone, or I will be forced to take more drastic action."

The leader of the operation, who only lost his weapon, quickly raised a walkie-talkie and raised it to his mouthpiece to his gas mask. "Spectre, code Red! Wing Her!"

Elsewhere, a dark figure was watching the events through the scope of a sniper rifle. a smirk crossed the muzzle of the wolven shadow, clutching a cigarette in his muzzle as he smirked. He was off in the distance in a neighbor's tree house, the crosshairs centered on the deer. He squeezed the trigger without any further hesitation. The deer felt a sharp pain right in her left bosom, penetrating through many of her vital organs. She stumbled from the sudden shock of the bullet passing through her and fell to the ground, gasping desperately. She was obviously lung shot.

"GOD DAMNIT SPECTRE!!!! I SAID WING HER!!!" he screamed again into the walkie-talkie

As the soldiers were released from their leafy imprisonment, they quickly reobtained their weapons. Luckily, there is a medic on site, signified by the med pack on his back. He quickly ran over to the downed deer and with urgency, he rips open a small package that held the sterile gauze inside. He quickly pressed the gauze against the wound and applied pressure.

"If we hurry we can save her!" he said loudly as he applied pressure in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

"I... I'm sorry my love..." she whispered under her breath.

As one of the other men closed in on her, she shoves the medic out of her way to grab at one of the other soldier's side arm, a .45 desert eagle. There was no hesitation as she shoved the barrel of the gun down her throat and pulled the trigger. The shock to the deer's system flung the gun from her hand over to the ground as she falls back to the ground. The size of the bullet had finished the job, completely obliterating several of her cervical vertebrae and her brain stem.

"SHIT!" Screamed the commander as he approached the now dead body of the doe. "She was to be taken alive... Quickly, get inside and find the Doctor and the kid. They couldn't have gone far."

Inside the panic room, Gerald was watching the events unfold via a closed circuit surveillance system. His mouth hung open in disbelief as he watched his wife take her own life in desperation on the screen. He kept the young fawns head tightly against his chest, so she couldn't watch the horrid turn of events.

"Daddy, where's mommy?" she asked suddenly.

Gerald's jaw trembled as tears slowly ran down his cheeks. "M... Mommy's gone sweet heart..." he said. What else could he say? He just watched the love of his life gunned down right before his eyes. There was no way he could sugar coat this for his lovely little daughter.

"Where's she gone?" she asked.

"Mommy," he chocked out. "Mommy's in heaven now. She went to fight the bad men... and... they got her."

She didn't seem at all phased, perhaps because she was so tired. She gently pressed against him and closed her eyes "I miss her daddy..."

It was heartbreaking to her his own daughter say that, being so young and to learn about death so abruptly. He huddled up with her on the corner of the panic room to wait out the rest of the raid; he closed his eyes and wept with his daughter clutched in his hands tightly.

"Don't worry Lani... I'll find a place. No! I'll make a place. I'll make a place where mutanimals like you will never be hunted again!"

3 days later

It was late as Dr. Gerald Moreau finally made it to the safe house Charlene and he had made out in the woods just outside College Park in his 1987 Nissan Maxima. It was a creaky little hut deep within the woods that seemed to be in disrepair, but looked like it still had basic utilities and electricity and water. Gerald carried his sleeping daughter into the cabin slowly and quickly closed the door behind him, making sure he wasn't followed. He placed his sleeping daughter into the bed in the one room cabin and covered her with the same She-Ra comforter from the house. His sorrowful eyes watched her sleep as he gently stroked her forehead lovingly.

He slowly stood up and walked over to the kitchenette, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and a glass. As he sat at the small table in the middle of the room, he quickly flipped on the small T.V. on it and quickly flipped it to the news. He adjusted the antennae on top to until the picture came in clearly. A man standing in front of his now destroyed house with a microphone began speaking.

"It is believed that this attack happened approximately 3 days ago and we have discovered the body of 25 year old Charlene Moreau, a deer mutanimal. Her husband, Dr. Gerald Moreau, and their daughter, Lani Moreau, are nowhere to be found. There is no speculation that Dr. Moreau is involved with the murder, as the murder weapon is obviously two separate projectile weapons, and Dr. Moreau is not listed as owning any guns. It is speculated that multiple suspects are involved, as the two projectiles, one from a high powered hunting rifle fired from an extreme distance, and one from a .45 at close range. Back to you Stan."

As he watched the new report he sighed a bit and closed his eyes, having that moment played over and over in his head. His hand tensed around his glass of whiskey before he chugged it down. He gasped after the drink and looked to his sleeping daughter and remembered the promise he made. Never again... he thought.

Tears began trickling down as he poured another drink into the glass. He began flashing over the last three days of Lani screaming bloody murder. MOMMY! rang in his head, I WANT MY MOMMY! Her tears tore at his heart. She finally had stopped crying this morning before falling asleep, but his didn't. Having to pull over to the side every few minutes to ball. She was gone, gone forever to him. He slipped his hand into the coat he wore and pulled out the jacket pocket that small ribbon she used to wear on the tip of her tail. He clutches the ribbon tightly in his fist and slams it against the table he sat up, forcing him to stand up.

He stormed over to a secret door he hid under the rug in the middle of the floor. He threw open the door in the floor, revealing a set of stairs. He grabbed an oil lamp and pulled out a book of matches to light it with. As he descended into the darkness with the lamp lighting his way, he finds himself into a secret cramped room with an architect's drawing station. He places the lamp on a nearby hook just over the station so he could see the papers he'd been working on for 3 years. He stared at the blueprints to the mansion that he planned for mutanimals like his wife and child. His finger traced over the signatures at the bottom of the page, "Charlene E. Moreau and Gerald R. Moreau." He noticed though that the paper was thicker than normal, causing him to pull back the blueprint to find a envelope addressed to him. His hand shook as he slowly opened it to read the note inside.

My Dearest Gerald,

If you are reading this then chances are, I have passed on. You tried to hide your concern from me, but I knew something bothered you. I've known I've been in danger for a long time as I've been receiving the same letters you have been receiving as well. Do not fret my dear, for I've found peace in my death knowing you will come here. I know you will do everything in your power to avenge my death, but remember this my love. Heroes and villains are forged from the same flames of tragedy. It is up to you whether you allow yourself to become consumed by anger and become the villain, or rise above your failures and make yourself better to protect the people you love and become the hero you are meant to be. I know you will make the right choice.

While I claimed to be visiting my mother the last time, I was actually making connections. Your dream is coming true dear. Inside is the number to the Draco Industries owner's private number. It turns out his son was also born a Mutanimal, and he promised his financial backing to create a school to aid mutanimals to use their powers. Take care my love, and please, tell Lani that I love her.

Sincerely, yours forever,

Charlene.

He watched as teardrops fell from his eyes and disappear into the paper as a darkened spot. She knew. She knew the entire time what was going to happen. He sat down and looked over the plans. He could tell they were completed recently, obviously Charlene's doing. This was her final gift to him. His lips quivered as he tried to smile.

"Yes Charlene..." he muttered. "I will, I will make sure your dream comes true. This is where your legacy begins..."