B.E.A.S.T. Story: Long Day, No Break

Chapter 6 Splitting up, What could go wrong

Ezekiel repeatedly yelled over the small microphone, trying to reach Phantom, but there was still no response, and sweat started dripping down his head.

"The F##### isn't picking up his comms. God Damn him!" Yelled Ezekiel, kicking a trash can as rubbish spread over the fall.

"Easy, Sherlock. I have a way to track him!" Meow Shay, still in her cat form, wraps around Ezekiel's arms. "Dip me into an alleyway, and I'll be ready to-...."

"There's no time!"

"Meeeellllooooowwwllll!!!!" Screech Shay, as Ezekiel harshly shrubs Shay under his right arm and runs back the way they came, and he starts running.

"Hey! Watch it!" Shouts a woman after Ezekiel bumps into her, running out of the alleyway and nearly tripping down to the ground. But managed to make a quick spin around to get him back on his feet and kept running, pushing through the immense crowd out of this way.

"Geez! A little warning-... would be Good!" Groan Shay gets bumped into many people, which Ezekiel pushes through. "You can just-.... jump a gun! Stay Calm-..."

"Shay! This isn't a time to be calm! All we know is that Moron could be captured, killed, or worse—both!" Yelled Ezekiel, contently subbing through the Crowd out of this way. "I not going to sit by and let someone die like my—....."

Ezekiel stopped and stood still as a memory from his past came into his head, the memories of seeing someone important to him getting killed by an unnatural being and feeling a simmering feeling of regret.

"What's wrong?" Shay nodded, looking up at Ezekiel, who looked afraid.

"It's nothing." Ezekiel pulls back out of this thought, focusing on the task at hand. "Anyway, My smoke Familiar hawk is with him and should be flying around in the air somewhere-..."

"There he is!" Shorted Shay, seeing the hawk flying high in the distance. She jumped onto Ezekiel, climbed up him, and laid her upper body cat form onto top of Ezekiel's head. She pointed a paw out at where the Ezekiel Familiar hawk was and started whacking Ezekiel in the face with the other paw. "That way! To the North-East! Giddy up! Let Go!"

"Ok! OK! Stop slapping my face, would you!" groans Ezekiel, protecting his face as he starts jolting through the crowd again in the direction of his Familiar flying around and Shay's paw pointing in the same direction over his head. As they are running by, two people are sitting by on a bench drinking some alcohol as they see them running by.

"Haha... that man have an orange cat over his head." Laughed a young man, elbowing his buddy. As he was about to take a sip, the other guy woke him in the head, causing him to spit out his drink. "What was that for!"

"Respect the Year of the Tiger!" Yelled the other guy.