Oli took off on the back of the motorcycle, whooping happily as he rode down the smooth asphalt. The ride almost made him forget the goal he was supposed to have, which was to bring the bike back to the house where he and his friends stayed. That biker was in for quite the morning, if he hadn't already heard his bike being stolen. The blonde smirked to himself at the thought of that tall lean figure leaning against the window, rage painted on his face. It gave him chills as he flew off down the street. The town may not be that large, but he wanted to make sure that the bike's owner hadn't found a way to follow him, so he was taking the long way.<br/><br/>His eyes rounded as suddenly all the street lamps went out and the bike he was riding shut off. He blinked in confusion as he sat on it in the middle the road, then quickly glanced around him. His skin prickled and the hairs at the back of his neck stood on end as he looked around blindly in the dark. He got off the bike quickly and tried to pull it off the road, not wanting to be hit by a driver that couldn't see him. But he wasn't quick enough, and he was hit by something. Something that completely knocked the wind out of him, and sent him flying with the bike into the woods. It didn't feel solid, yet it felt hard enough to knock him into the trunk of a tree. He crumpled to the base of the tree, gasping for breath from the pain that had been inflicted, the bike landing near him with barely a scratch.<br/><br/>Oli reached for the bike weakly, but ended up passing out next to it.<br/><br/>When he awoke the sun was streaming between the leaves of the tree where he'd passed out, casting a shadow across his face. Sometime in the night he'd curled into a ball, but he did not remember when, or when he'd taken off his clothes. '<i>Wait</i>', He thought, a perplexed expression on his face as he inspected the clothes around him more. They were shredded. Did someone attack him while he was passed out? The blonde gulped and grimaced as he tried to stand up, but his body felt weird - like it wasn't his. His eyes cast down to look at his hands, and was confused when he didn't see hands. Instead he saw paws; massive paws. He yelped in surprise, but even that noise sounded foreign to him as he stood up on all four of his newly formed paws and shook his head back and forth to try to catch a glimpse of the rest of himself. He whimpered and tried to run off on his back legs, but only fell face first into the dirt. He recovered quickly and ran awkwardly towards the gang's hide out, forgetting the bike by the tree.<br/><br/><br/>---<br/><br/><br/>Ren was still so entranced with the lights in the sky, he hadn't noticed the tell-tale signs of the ice moving beneath him. Not until a peculiar gust of wind knocked the glass out of the windows, the entire building shaking with the force of the wind. The lights in the building went out, and the blonde fell against the ice from the shake of the building. He groaned slightly, trying to pick himself up from off the ice. The lights slowly came back on in the building and now he he could see the blood on the ice beneath him. He touched his face carefully, groaning softly as he realized it was coming from his nose. Thankfully it didn't feel broken, just a bit of blood from the initial smack.<br/><br/>A resounding crack caught his attention and his head snapped up to look in the direction it came from. The ice was cracking, splitting in two - and was coming right for him. He gasped and tried to scurry back towards the open door that would let him off the ice, but the ice broke further and swallowed him whole. It was as if a monster had gobbled him, taking him into his belly. The skates weighed him down, dragging him to the bottom of the rink, despite his struggle. He tried to kick and fight his way back to the top, but the lights were already disappearing the deeper he sank.<br/><br/>Ren could only struggle as his lungs screamed for air, but he was unable to bring himself anywhere close to the surface of the water. He finally let out the breathe he was holding, swallowing icy water into his lungs as he tries to inhale air. His arms flailed as he tried to reach for something, anything to grab on to so he could pull himself up. Before long, everything was black.<br/><br/>"Good god! Ren?!"<br/><br/>The skater opened his eyes slowly, vision blurry. He blinked a couple of times, confused by the fact that he could even open his eyes to begin with. Hadn't he just.... died? He coughed and turned over on to his side, hearing his skates scrape the ground as he curled up. He must've hit his head and dreamt the whole thing. When he finally blinked away the last bit of blurry sleep, he realized how impossible that thought could be; the ice rink looked like a wrecking ball had torn through it, but somehow he'd made it to the stands and passed out. And who was that voice?<br/><br/>Ren finally looked up at his coach, who was wrapping his coat around him. "Are you okay?! You're cold as ice!"<br/><br/>The statement hung in the air, Ren still finding it difficult to respond. His mind was still waking up as his coach rambled on about his cold, pale skin. "Though your new silver hair is perfect. Is this a look you were using for the competition? No never mind that right now, let's get you to the hospital" He scooped Ren into his arms and carried him out from the ice rink.