Starfall: Chapter 3: Get Your Paws Off Of Me.

'Okay, what is it now?!' Grumbling while rolling over in bed, Steven glances at his alarm clock. The pale red holographic floating numbers read five-fifty five in the morning after the sound of something heavy hitting the floor echos into his room.

“Jesus Christ, it's only been nearly six hours?" Mumbling he reaches over, flipping a switch to shut off the alarm clock. Moving his hand over he touches the base of the lamp, turning it on and filling his former childhood room with soft white light.

Throwing the covers off of himself Steven sits up in bed, rubs his face and five o'clock shadow, then through his short brown hair. While he's used to getting up early, as even with Bio-Morphs doing all the major work on the farm.

'Okay, what does fate have in store for me today after yesterday.' Standing, he goes about exchanging the shirt and dress pants he fell asleep in last night with a plain t-shirt and bluejeans.

'First, having to bury Mom and Dad, though that was no surprise. They were getting up in years, and Angela and I were already here helping out due to their advanced age. Then after we come back here, to see on the news that 'The Vector' the ship our erstwhile brother was one, exploded in FTL space. Killing all abroad.' Turning on the room lights, Steven goes about the routine worn into him since he was a kid.

As soon as you get up and dress yourself, make your bed.

'So of course I'd be denied a full night's sleep after sis and I stayed up till midnight in Mark's room… Remembering the better days… Sigh, lets go see what's going on.' Giving his face a final rub to rid the sleep from his eyes, he opens one of the nightstand drawers and pulls out a Glock Pistol.

Making sure it's loaded, he holds it in one hand and heads for his bedroom door.

'I hope it's just one of our Bio-Morphs needing attention. They're trained to come get us if one of them needs medical help. If not, well, I hope their family can afford the funeral.' With the other he quietly and slowly opens his bedroom door and glances down the hall to his sister's room.

'No surprise sis isn't up. She can sleep though a damn firecracker going off in her room.' As he looks back the other way, Steven notices the tracks of mud and dirt on the carpeting before letting out a small sigh.

'Okay it's one of our Bio-Morphs, no human makes footprints like that. Though they 'are' trained to not track dirt and mud into the…' Kneeling down, Steven gently touches a small dark spot next to one of the tracks. Barely visible in the morning light streaming into the house.

'Blood? Sigh, Mom and Dad, Mark, and now we'll most likely be down a Bio-morph. We still have half a million to pay off to Yakeru-tech for them.' Wiping his finger's off on the side of his work jeans, he stuffs the Glock into a back pocket.

“I know, you know you're not supposed to be up on the second floor without permission. But you're injured, come on out, you're not in trouble." Calling down the hallway towards the bathroom as the tracks lead in that direction.

That is, after a strange couple of detours into both the master bedroom and Mark's room he notes, Before shaking his head at the lack of response.

'If they're dead, we won't be able to afford a replacement, not to mention if we can't prove the bio-morph died because of something we couldn't control, then we'll be stuck paying off the rest of it's cost. Just what we 'don't' need.' Following the trail up to the Bathroom door, he puts his ear to it to see if he can hear anyone inside moving.

'Fucking hell, we may have a dead one…' Scowling in anger at the situation he grabs the door handle to open it, only to pause as it feels like something's in front of it.

Pushing it open just enough, so he can slip inside reveals bloodstains on the tile floor, and the light's already on inside.

'What the hell?!' Shutting the door behind him, Steven kneels down next to the arctic fox breed Bio-morph laying on the floor.

'It, no She's not one of ours. We only have Worker-Model Wolf breeds. Arctic-Foxes are Pleasure-Model breeds… Wow, someone did a nasty number on her, and she doesn't even look fully grown either.' Steven gently lifts the Vixen's left arm and winces at the sight of the stick impaled in it.

'Who in their right mind do this to a poor animal?' Steven then notices the skin under the fur. 'Bruises?' He traces them up her arm by parting the fur and finding them all over her body. In particular in bands crisscrossing her belly chest and neck.

Turning her head gently to the side Steven even finds bruising there, along with a bit of dried blood on the inside of one of her ears.

'Okay, a dead man, that's who. Unintelligent animals they may be, but, just like a dog or cat it takes a sick fuck to beat one like this… First though.' Slowly and gently Steven lifts the poor vixen and places her in the tub for the moment. Then cleans up the blood off the floor with some paper towels.

'I'll have Frank examine the body after I…' The light whine of pain coming from the small Bio-Morph instantly stops him in his tracks.

Quickly kneeling down next to the tub, Steven holds his hand just in front of her snout.

'She's breathing, damn she's tough to be alive after a beating like this.' Smiling a little, he stands and quickly heads for his room.

'Change of plans, call Frank first to get him over ASAP, once that poor girl's stabilized then we'll try to figure out everything else.' Grabbing his phone in one hand, he pulls the pistol out with the other, then dial's Frank's number.

While explaining the situation to Frank over the phone, Steven makes a quick sweep of the house, just in case. Finding nothing but more paw tracks and blood stains builds a picture that the poor Bio-Morph must've been abandoned somewhere nearby.

'Poor girl must've wandered in looking for help considering the tracks all over the house then collapsed in the bathroom.' Sighing, Steven pockets the Glock and sits himself down on the couch to wait for Frank.

Who pulls up and parks in front of the house about thirty minutes later.

'Faster than normal, gonna have to thank him for this later.' Standing, Steven opens the front door before Frank could even knock on it.

“What a morning eh Steve?" Steven rolls his eyes as Frank enters the house carrying a large suitcase.

“One I'd rather not have Frank, considering…" Frank gently places his free hand on Steven's shoulder giving him a reassuring and fatherly squeeze.

Letting go, frank adjusts his medical apron he put over a set of casual clothes before moving his short cropped black hair covered head and aging eyes upstairs.

“If you need anything, I'm more than willing to help… Anyway, where's your uninvited guest?" With a polite sweep of his hand, Steven motions up the stairs to the second floor before leading Frank up them.

“From what I can tell Frank, the poor girl must've been dumped on our property. Then wandered in looking for help considering her paw prints are all over the house. She's young and must've been a house worker due to her breed." Reaching the top of the stairs, they head for the main bathroom at the end of the hall.

“Angie's dead to the world I see." Steven chuckles at this.

“Yea, going to have to wake her in a bit. Send her out to check the fences, whomever did this to the poor thing aren't the kind of people to respect other's property." Frank nods once as Steven opens the bathroom door and directs him to the tub.

Steven shakes his head as Frank visibly winces at the sight of the poor arctic fox Bio-Morph laying in the tub.

“ I'll tell you right now, whomever did this is a sick fuck Steven…" Frank places the suitcase down and goes about visually examining her.

“I'm going to go wake Angela now frank. If you need anything, holler and I'll see what I can do. You can use the master bedroom if you need to move her. I only put her in the tub so it would easy to clean the blood she's dripping from her left arm." Frank raises his hand to wave Steven off as he heads to Angela's bedroom.

'Your last owners were right bastards weren't they, did one hell of a number on you. Let's get you to the bedroom, so I can properly treat ya.' Reaching into the tub Frank instantly notes how small and light the Bio-Morph is compared to how developed she looks, causing him to frown further.

Shaking his head, Frank carries the unconscious Bio-Morph from the bathroom and places her on one side of the bed in the master bedroom, quickly retrieving his suitcase he closes the bedroom's door behind him.

'Impalement on the left arm from a foreign object, multiple bruises and contusions.' Looking down on his arms where he held her, Frank then lifts her right leg. 

'Jagged gash from her right buttock to upper ankle on her right leg. It's light though, won't need to seal it.' He puts it down and looks in her ears before opening her eyes.

'Sigh, signs of head trauma. Broken capillaries in the eyes, mismatched pupil dilation, blood in the ears. Let's treat the concussion she must have first…' Picking up the suitcase, Frank places it on the bed next to the small Bio-Morph.

Opening it, he pulls out a needless injector. Being a fan of a century plus old sci-fi show, Frank nicknamed the device a hypo-spray.

'This anti-inflammatory should work.' Slotting into the base a clear liquid capsule, he uses one hand to part the fur on the arctic-vixen's neck. Then presses it firmly against the skin, eliciting a  twitch of discomfort from her as it activates with a loud hiss.

'That's a good sign.' A knock on the door, followed by it opening draws his attention.

“Angela is on her way out. Need any help in here?" Steven closes the door behind him as frank points to the vixen's left arm.

“Good timing Steve, can you hold her arm still while I image it?" He nods and kneels down next to the bed. Gently holding up the Bio-Morph's forearm in his hands.

“Frank, be honest with me, how old do you think she is?" Frank puts the injector back into his suitcase and pulls out a cross between a phone and a radar-gun in shape.

In function, it's similar enough to the device used on the show he's a fan of that the company who manufactures it bought out the name.

Thus, tricorder is printed upon the side of it.

“Somewhere between seven and nine depending on how tall her parents are. Figure wise though, with the development of secondary sexual characteristics. I'd say thirteen or so considering her bust size compared to the average for the breed. Over all, I suspect malnutrition should be added to the list of abuses done to this poor girl." Steven's lips harden into a thin line while Frank points the 'tricorder' at the impalement wound.

“Whomever did this is lucky I was asleep when they dumped her. It's a short hop from doing this to animals to doing this to some poor human girl." Frank looks over at him while he holds the tricorder steady for the required five minutes to get an image.

“Which would mean we'd have to deal with the sheriff and Angie would be stuck running the farm all by herself while you sit in a holding cell. It angers me to Steve, but this isn't the wild west anymore." As soon as the device beep, Frank starts tapping on the phone sized screen.

“Sorry, you're right frank. It's just I care for them. No animal should be treated like this." Looking over frank gives him a smile and nods, then looks back at the screen and whistles.

“Well, she has the devils luck. It missed everything important, nerves, blood-vessels and tendons. She'll be able to keep her hand and have full function of it. Heck, I doubt she'll be in much pain once this is removed and not rubbing against anything important." Placing the tricorder back into his case, he pulls out a pair of mono-edge surgical sheers.

“Some luck considering she seems beaten within an inch of her life." Frank shrugs.

“It's still something good in her favor. Anyway, you know the drill Steve, don't want to add cutting your fingers off to the list of things I need to do here." Frank places the sheers under the Bio-morph's arm, as close to the entry wound as possible without cutting the skin.

“Ready Frank." With Steven's hands out of the way, frank snips the branch clean through with little effort.

Putting the sheers away, Frank hands Steven a gauze pad and directs him to hold it on the now flush entrance part of the wound.

He then takes out two small arasol like cans, but with handles. The larger one with a pointed tip on the nozzle.

“Okay, I'm going to pull it out, disinfect the wound then use the sealant on it since it's too deep for me to stitch here in the field. Just continue to hold her arm still." Counting to three, Frank firmly grips the top part of the branch and gently yanks it up.

Free of the plug Steven winces as the Bio-Morph's wound instantly starts to ooze blood while the pain from it makes her attempt to yank the arm out of his grasp.

“Keep her arm still Steve." Blanching a little at all the blood, Steven does as Frank asks. Holding the arm still even as the rest of her body is anything but.

Working quickly, he picks up one of the cans. Spraying a dark brown to tan liquid in the wound. Tossing it aside onto the bed, Frank picks up the other one, the one with the pointed tip.

“Remove the pad and hold it an inch under the wound. Tell me when this starts to run white." Steven does as asked as frank sticks the tip into the would and pulls the trigger.

A bloody red, then pink froth oozes through both ends of the wound until about thirty or so seconds after he started, it goes white on the underside.

“it's white Frank." Instantly stopping, Frank tosses the single use can to the side with the other one and pulls out more gauze.

Handing some to Steven, they both use it to wipe the blood and froth from around each end of the wound. 

“That should hold as long as you keep her from lifting anything heavy. Not that I would think you'd put her to work right now." Frank looks over at Steven as he cleans his hands and distastefully drops the gauze into a wastebasket.

“You work on a farm and blood affects you like this?" Frank just playfully jabs at him at the sight while Steven only rolls his eyes.

“Seeing blood is one thing frank. Seeing a hole clean through an animal's arm is another. Besides farming hasn't been hands on since even before my parents." Shrugging with a smirk Frank collects the spent cans and tosses them into the bin.

“Well, assuming this girl can fight her injuries as hard as she fought to get here with them, you'll have a free, albeit smaller than normal Bio-Morph. Just let me check for a chip before you slap a collar on her." Shrugging in reply, Steven cleans his hands with an alcohol wipe from the suitcase.

“I'll treat her better than her previous owners did, that's for sure." Smiling a bit Frank takes out a phone sized scanner, turns it on, then waves it over the head and neck.

“Nope, no chip. She's all yours now." Tossing the scanner back into the suitcase, Frank closes it, then picks it up.

“So how much do I owe you Frank?" Steven turns to head for his room and his wallet before  Frank dismissively waves him off.

“Nothing. Consider it a gift for the poor thing, I'm just happy she found you instead of collapsing out in the fields somewhere. Give it another half a day and that wound would've gone sepsis." Smiling back, Steven holds the door open for Frank. Then escorts him back down to the front door.

“Until that plug dissolves Steven, just keep her clean and away from your pack Alpha. If it starts to bleed before then, just wrap it in gauze. Call me if it falls out though, I'll have to put another one in or sew it up. Same with if she can't seem to stand or can't keep anything down. Otherwise, keep her well-fed and hydrated, it'll give her the best chance to recover." Steven nods, then shakes Frank's hand.

“Thank you and have a safe trip back home Frank." Holding the front door open for Frank, Steven lets him exit.

Only closing it as Frank drives off, as the warm summer Texas air blows into the house.

'Another hot day considering how warm it is already outside…' Mussing as he walks over to and opens the supply closet underneath the stairs.

Pulling out a spare collar he heads back upstairs and into the master bedroom.

'I'll make sure you have a much better home here.' Gently lifting her head up, Steven slips the collar around her neck, then gives her a pat on the head.

Upon closing the collar turns on, adjusts its size so it's snug against the neck, but not enough to chock her before beeping once.

A quick trip back to his room to put his firearm back and retrieve his phone shows Angela's texted him.

[Angela: So far no fence has been broken. Did find some odd clothing blowing about though, some kind of costume I think. I'll bring it in once I get our Bio-Morphs going on today's tasks. What's Frank's verdict on our surprise visitor?] Closing the master bedroom door behind him, Steven pulls a chair over and takes a seat facing the unconscious Bio-Morph.

[Whole body is one big bruise, large wound on the left arm due to being impaled on a stick. Sorry, didn't ask what meds Frank gave her but, he said that we should keep her well-fed and hydrated, and she'll most likely pull through. So we got ourselves a free Bio-Morph as she isn't chipped either.] Closing the messaging app Steven brings up the collar control app.

'I hate the t.a.n.c. delays… Sis has already gotten the Bio-morph's almost to the fields and slaughter house.' Looking at the real time tracking of the collars on the home-screen of the app before going to the collar registration page.

'Hmm, yea I know this collar is inactive, that's why I'm on this screen ya stupid thing.' Tapping in a code, Steven activates the collar around the Bio-Morph's neck.

An LED on the back blinks once and it emits a loud beep, causing one of the Bio-Morph's ears to twitch.

'Okay It's on, now, what should I name her? Sis got to name the last one who was born to the pack here. I guess that makes it my turn.' Lowering the phone, Steven leans forward to look over the Bio-Morph.

Other than the busing and the injury on her arm and leg he can't find any distinguishing characteristics that would lead itself to a proper name.

'She looks like any other arctic fox breed in their summer coat, even if her hands are a bit swollen from her beating.' Opening one of her eyes with a couple of his fingers, thankfully not the bloodshot one, Steven smiles.

'She has the same color eyes as that one character in that classic sci-fi film.' Sitting back down, he taps in the name 'Trinity' and finishes the collar registration.

'As of midnight tonight, Trinity, you'll be ours. I promise to take better care of you than your sad excuse for human shit previous owners.' Standing, Steven carefully puts the chair back where it belongs.

Noticing that Frank forgot to toss the two pieces of that stick into the waste bin, he does so, then stops to gently pet and rub Trinity's head and ears like one would a dog. He smiles upon feeling her move her head a bit into his attention.

'Keep fighting like this and you'll be well in no time.' Pocketing the phone, Steven keeps himself busy by pulling the now waste filled bin liner and tossing it out in the larger one outside near the gate.

Coming back inside he cleans his hands and only by the time he sits down does his phone beep at the message he expected from his sister.

Just as she was pulling up.

[Angela: Trinity, really?] Followed by a razzing emoticon.

'Again, damn T.A.N.C. shit.' Wincing at the squeal of the truck's brakes. 'Right, problem number fifty on all the issues we have to deal with to keep this place going…' Laying his head back, Steven lets out a long sigh.

'Oh Karma my entire body hurts!' The same high-pitched squeal, along with the anti-inflammatory that Frank injected into Usako wakes her from the land of the unconscious just as Angela pulls up to the house.

Moving to lay on her side, Usako instantly freezes in place.

'This is a bed… I'm not on the floor anymore…' Opening her eyes draws a light whine from her throat as she closes them again.

Reaching up with her left hand, she covers them from the bright mid-morning light in the room. Only to freeze on the spot.

'It's gone, that stick's gone and in its place is a weird white plug?' Reaching up she taps the white substance with a claw tip.

Tilting her head a little at the feeling of how it's both firm and yet spongy. Only to freeze upon the sensation of something with a bit of heft moving around her neck.

'What the?' Quickly sitting up results in a small bout of vertigo that passes as soon as it arrives. Reaching up, she blinks in surprise at what's there.

'A collar?' Running her fingers over it, feeling the smooth uniform surface only broken by a single seam along with a metal strip on the inside of it.

'Okay, lets review. Whoever owns this house treated my injuries, put me on a bed that…' Pausing to look around now her eye's have adjusted.

'That's in that master bedroom I saw earlier, and put a weird collar with a metal strip on the inside on me. Sigh, I know some Canines are into the whole collar craze, I'm neither canine nor into it.' Reaching up with both hands, Usako finds the seam in the collar and starts to pull.

'Lets just take this off and thank them for the gesture as well as treati…' The moment Usako starts pulling on it, the collar emits a shrill beep.

Followed by a jolt of voltage equal to a hand held taser when the audio warning wasn't heeded. Losing all motor control momentarily Usako falls back onto the bed gasping for breath as her mouth hangs wide open with her tongue lolling out and limbs twitching.

“Wh…" The collar delivers another jolt of electricity the moment Usako starts speaking. Leaving her again laying on the bed twitching randomly.

Heart racing, Usako digs into the cover of the bed as she tries to regain her breath.

'Correction, a collar that's like one of those Fox-Away tasers… I can't remove it, nor can I speak without it going off, what kind of sick mammal does this?!'

Staring at the ceiling Usako lets her ears twitch as she hears the front door open, followed by two sets of non-hoofed mammal's footfalls entering the house before the front door closes.

'Okay, correction, give them a piece of my mind first, about this 'collar', then maybe thank them for treating my injury.' Sitting up, she hears a third set move from a different part of the house to join the other two.

“Crap, I forgot to tell you sis to not bring the pack Alpha Male over today. Frank said she may be too weak to be able to be added to the pack." Tilting her head, Usako looks down at the floor.

'One's a male, but the voice is, odd sounding for a wolf.' Slipping off the bed, Usako uses the side of it to steady herself as she regains her footing.

“Wouldn't have mattered with the new T.A.N.C. delay on texts Stevie." Usako stops in her tracks.

'Add a female to the list with the same odd sounding kind of voice. What's this t.a.n.c. thing too?' Usako looks around the room as the sounds of movement downstairs indicates that two of them are leading a third somewhere.

“True enough." There's a pause. “Okay, Charlie, look at me please. Good boy. You'll be working downstairs only today. You're not allowed upstairs today." Another pause. “Good boy. Now, you can clean the kitchen for the moment, then we'll find you something else to do." Two sets of foot falls again fill Usako's ears as she stares at the floor.

'What the fuck is going on down there… I know for a fact that Packs aren't allowed to treat each other like that?' Those footfalls get a bit louder and Usako turns her attention to the door.

“I want to see this Bio-Morph you named 'Trinity' Stevie." Letting go of the bed, Usako walks over closer to the door, tail wrapped around herself to cover herself down bellow while folding her arms over her chest covers her modest bossism.

'From the sound of it, they're heading upstairs to where I'm at. Good.' Tapping her foot impatiently as she hears them reach the top.

“We had to place her on Mom and Dad's bed… Don't look at me like that sis, we planned to throw out the old thing anyway. She should still be unconscious, her last owners beat her up pretty badly." Usako's ears go flat back.

'Since when did I have an 'owner'? Just who are these mammals?' Shaking her head, she fights the urge to bare her teeth. Only allowing her ears to lay flat back to show her displeasure at this situation.

Their footfalls stop just short of the door.

“No, you planned on doing it, I haven't decided yet. Still, that's sick. Dressing some poor animal up in a costume and beating them half to death." Usako's ears perk up.

'The female one found my space suit? Or what's left of it… What's with this costume thing?  It's real, unless they're so remote they never had a proper education… Sigh, I can just hear that banjo song playing… wait, she thinks I'm an 'animal?'' Taking a step back, her tail uncurls and starts to twitch nerviously.

“Tell me about it, sis, if that bastard was still here I would've put a bullet between their eyes.  Thankfully for both of us he must've dumped her down the road, and she wandered in for help." Usako's eye's widen.

'They have a lethal!? No civilian in Anameila is allowed a lethal anymore, even the police force has a hard time being allowed to have them after banning them.' Taking another step away from the door a sense of panic flows over her as she eyes the surrounding room.

'Not much here I can use as a weapon, and this is on the second floor, so going out of the window is not an option, if they're lethally armed I'm at their mercy.' Jingling of the bedroom door handle snap's her attention over to it.

“Steven, how would've that helped out our situation? You'd be stuck in jail and until they let you out I'd be here struggling to run the place. It took you, me and dad to keep the Bio-Morphs in line while Mother handled the house ones." Usako heart nearly stops as Steven swings the door open.

Letting the door gently hit the door-jam revealing Steven and Angela in the doorway. Both wearing their work clothes for the day.

'What the ever loving FUCK.' Slack jawed, Usako's tail falls limp. 'The pictures in the neighboring room aren't from one of those horror films, I somehow ended up in a place where they're actually real! Those fur-less freakishly long limbs, the flat muzzles…' Hesitantly Usako takes a step back, finding she's run out of room as her tail touches the bed.

“Oh she's awake. Ange, um, go wait in the hall she looks scared with the two of us standing here." Angela nods and walks back into the hallway.

Kneeling down, so he's about the same height, Steven holds his hand out palm up and open to the Bio-Morph.

“It's alight, you're safe, I'm not going to hurt you." Steven smiles. 'They may not understand what I say, but like any domesticated animal, they can understand the tone of voice.' Usako though, just continues to stare at him.

'Not to mention those teeth, predator and prey teeth all jammed in with little room for anything else… What's he doing? Wait, five fingers? The movies only had four.' Usako looks at Steven's hand, held just bellow her eye level in front of her with the palm up.

'She's not running, that's good. Just take a sniff of my hand and let me touch you please? I want to show you I won't harm you.' Slowly, Steven moves his hand closer to Usako, almost touching her nose.

Usako nearly goes cross-eyed at this.

“Ge…." The high voltage of a taser courses through Usako's body, sending her to the carpeted floor in a spasming heap.

Steven jerks his hand back and grabs for his phone from his pocket.

'That wasn't a growl, dammit I forget to adjust the sensor's sensitivity!' With the phone in his hands he opens the control application.

“Angela! I need your control token!" A moment later the phone beeps and Steven quickly turns the sensitivity all the way down on the collar.

'I just hope this doesn't mean she'll never trust us. I'd hate for a young Bio-Morph like this to be put down or sent to god knows where remote place because they can't behave.' Looking down at her, he stiffens in place as she makes full on eye contact with him.

'They're not slit eyes like before, they're round…' Steven only stares as Usako regains her facilities.

'Right, the taser shit of this collar.' Maintaining eye contact, Usako slowly rises to her feet. 'That's it, I'm out of here.' Steven puts his hand out again palm up for her to examine for some reason.

“Sorry little girl, it's ok… Hey!" Ignoring the hand, Usako dashes past him and to the door, the claws on her feet digging into the carpeting and giving her excellent traction.

“Sis! Don't let her get downstairs." Usako comes to a stop in the hallway as Angela moves to block her way.

'Damn freak show, those breasts would be better fit on an Auroch, how does she move with them? Still, gotta get past her.' Glancing back at Steven getting up from the floor to catch her, Usako runs forward. Aiming to go in between Angela's legs.

“Whoa there little girl, you don't want to go down there." Usako puts her ears back as Angela widens her stance and leans down a little with her hands out forward.

'Yes I fucking do you hairless freak! Hah, look at them, they're blocking your arms!' Not slowing down, Usako ducks a bit, nearly going onto all fours and runs between Angela's legs. Avoiding Angela's hands.

“Shit she's fast!" Angela turns, then quickly reaches out, grasping onto Usako's shoulder as she stands back up. Stopping Usako in her tracks and causing her to let out a little squeak in surprise.

'I'll teach you hairless freaks to shock and grab me like this!' Shifting her stance, Usako turns, dislodging Angela's hand from her shoulder.

Then latches onto what she surmises is Angela's wrist with one hand while the other grabs the obvious elbow.

Using her thumb-claw, she punctures the wrist as Usako was taught to do to render a paw useless.

“Hold on I'm comming…" Steven comes to a stop outside the room, stunned at what he's seeing.

With the grip the Bio-Morph has on Angela's arm, somehow she yanks his sister forward, unbalancing her and sending her to the floor in a move that would fit well in an action film.

'What the hell? How can a Bio-Morph do that?' Angela, uses her free arm to try to get up only for it to be kicked out from under her by one of the Bio-Morph's feet.

Sending her back down onto the floor, this time onto her side.

“Get the fuck off of Me!" Usako, ignoring her plea, deflects the powerless strike from the free arm. Adjusting her grip on the other arm, Usako raises it up, then with a push forward, Usako removes the joint from its socket.

“Angela!" Working quickly, Steven goes to 'Trinity's' screen in the control application, then hits the 'Emergency Subdue' button.

Usako collapses onto the floor, dropping Angela's now limp arm as she twitches randomly from the weaker yet still effective taser shock. 

'What the hell is that Bio-Morph!' Working quickly, Steven rolls Usako onto her belly, puts her arms behind her back and holds her there with a knee before dialing Frank.

'Come on, pick up!' Looking over at Angela as she uses her one good arm to sit against the wall and stare at her other one.

Hanging limply with a trickle of blood flowing down from her wrist, Angela looks over at the Bio-Morph pined to the floor.

“What the fuck is she!" Steven looks over at her and grunts as he shifts his body weight to subdue but not injure Usako.

“The fuck should I know, never knew the…" He stops as soon as he hears the phone connect.

“I don't care where you are Frank. Get your ass back here as fast as possible. That Bio-Morph woke up and hurt Angela!" Lowering his phone he shifts his thumb over the end call button.

“I'm NOT a Bio-Morph, you flat faced FREAK!" Only to pause, and look down at Usako, her high-pitched child like voice would be comical in any other situation.

“Did… I just hear what I thought I heard?" Franks voice rings loudly through the phone's speaker as both Steven and Angela stare at Usako.

Usako's only able to stare back at Angela, showing her teeth at her while finding herself unable to break free from Steven.

“Just… get back here as fast as possible Frank." Numbly, Steven ends the call and drops the phone.

“Steve, did I hit my head? I just heard what I thought I heard, right?" Steven numbly nods while Usako tries to look up at him.

“Steven, that's your name right? Then can you please get your FUCKING paws off of me!"