Maya looked both ways before she crossed the street. The rain was starting to come down harder, and the little hoodie she managed from the garbage didn't do her any good against the deepening chill. Fuck, this sucks. She was only 16 years old, and he didn't have anywhere to go. She had no money, she was pretty sure she was going to catch a cold, and had no money. Her secret seemed like hers alone to bear. Her parents screamed and called her the spawn of Satan, and shoved her in the bathtub and tried to cut her wrists. Damn, How did she get out? She was practically dead. She wished she hadn't showed them. How much of an ass was she that she thought she could fix it by showing her religious-as-hell parents? She had no weapon, and she couldn't fight anybody off even if she wanted to. The weight of her secret seemed to make her shoulders haunch as she crossed the street to the opposite sidewalk. There was a burning itch under her skin. She looked online for anything she could find on this illness or whatever the hell this was. She only found fairy tales or whatever other shit parents told their kids before bed. Except, for Maya, this was real. She was probably going to die out here, with her secret clutched in her head like some mental blanket. She was a child inside, scared and hiding from something so much bigger than her, and she had absolutely no idea how to handle it, let alone how to survive with such a thing. Maya Albrun was a Shapeshifter, very well being the last of her kind to exist on earth.