Meryl was just starting to get her senses together again. She blinked slowly, and what her eyes saw didn't make her calm. She was in a room with a lot of other people. Her eyes could count to eight men, looking a lot like the ones that she had tried to attack earlier. And there were women there as well, some missing diffrent parts of their clothing, some having non at all.<br/><br/>That's when Meryl realised that she was still half-turned, her feet those of bird and she could feel a small pair of wings on her back.<br/>Suddenly a man, the bossier one from before, was starting to close in on her. Meryl could see the syringe in his hands, and her survival instincts started screaming in her head. She wanted to move, to get away from these people, but her body still would follow her commands to fully. When she made the effort that in a regular case would have made her body bend and with the help of her arms and legs, shoot her up from the floor onto her feet, just made her body move slowly on the spot. She wanted to scream, to say no, but all she could get out was a soft moan.<br/><br/>Suddenly the door in the other end of the room smashed open, and somebody came in.<br/>Meryl didn't want to believe her eyes. There was a girl rushing in, but not really a girl, since the apparent dragon head on her shoulders was there. Soon a man also entered, and his moves was so quick that Meryl's half working senses didn't have the time to see the things he threw, before one of the eight men in the room fell together, blood leaking out of him.<br/><br/>Was these people her to help, or were they something even worse? Meryl couldn't decide yet.