Suspected Terrorists

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Mind if I propose a scientific thought experiment to you guys?

Here goes,
Frank can transform into any animal, right? Different types and species etc.

So, here's my thinking...

If Frank broke say, a bone, would he be able to heal it by transforming into something without bones (e.g. jellyfish) and then transforming back?

Strange question I know, but just think about it...would that work?

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Hazel

My body felt autonomous. It was like I wasn't even in control. My arms moved on their own, stabbing my sword into every monster that stepped in front of me. Monster dust caked my hair and face but I continued swiftly, like I hadn't just thrust my sword into the mouth of a hellhound.

Beside me, a cyclops spontaneously combusted as a silver arrow struck its eyeball, and another its chest.

"We aren't getting anywhere!" Will called as a fired a flurry of arrows.

"We need a distraction," said Travis.

"I might have something."

Someone yelled for me to duck. Without hesitation, I fell behind the ruined wall of a coffee shop, just in time for Lou-Ellen to toss a crystal ball over my head.

The glass shattered, releasing a grey smoke that oozed familiarity. It swirled and pooled into the cracks in the floor and brick. Soon, we were trapped in the cloud, blinded. "Is that-?"

"Shhh," the daughter of Hecate hissed.

She snapped her fingers and a tunnel appeared in the Mist. I couldn't see any monsters in it, but I could hear their weapons clashing, their teeth gnashing.

"I need you to find everyone and get them here," Lou-Ellen whispered.

I nodded. I searched for my friends through the Mist and one by one, pulled them closer to me. Suddenly, we were all sprinting through the tunnel as quietly as possible, getting ever closer to Tartarus.

For some reason, I grinned as the thought swept into my mind. And that reaction in itself scared me. Most people knew me as sweet and innocent yet, in these recent days, I'd become bloodthirsty. I scoffed, wondering what Frank would say about that.

If the smirk hadn't left my face already, it did then. It was replaced by a scowl - an enraged glare.

Eventually, the Mist faded and we were walking through the empty plaza. I frowned I confusion.

"Shouldn't there be monsters here somewhere?" Peter questioned. Frankly, I was in agreement. It was too empty. Too quiet. Almost as if-

Mist began to spill out from cracks in the floor. A deep purple smoke that I'd seen before. I gulped as the smoke seemed to form a giant wall around the plaza. Any thrill I'd felt seemed to drain as my blood turned cold. The tendrils of smoke rose and weaved a ceiling of shifting velvet, shrouding us in almost-darkness.

Welcome mortals.

That voice. The one that felt like nails tearing into my ears. "Tartarus," someone gasped - me, I think.