A young boy, 8 years old watches a TV with nervousness, and anxiety. As his mom enters the house, with shaking hands, and dead eyes. With her purse, as she puts it on the kitchen counter of there small apartment. She looks at her son, Jeramiah Petrocof, as she moves, putting on a brave face. As the kid runs over in joy. Hugging her legs. As she rubs his hair. He asks "Mom... is brother coming home?" She sighs deeply, as she grabs Jeramiah's hand, sitting on the couch, as he sits beside her. She smiles quitely, with dead eyes, but frowns slowly, as she sighs deeply. "Well... i've met with his transformation specialist. She says he can return home... but-" she rubs Jeramiah's head, as he looks at her with his innocent eyes. "I-It... will be a change... he is not the same." The kid shivers like a leaf "Is he... did he transform into a monster... like all the kids say... is happening?" She shakes her head, kissing Jeramiah's head. "No silly. He is just... well he has new things, and old things now. He thinks like himself just fine... just... know he got hurt by very, very bad men... ok. So... be ready to be there for him." She rubs the kids shoulder, as he looks unsure, scared at his mom.
The kid looks up, and asks "How... has brother changed? Does... oh does he have a tail... or... or the other... stuff i heard about." She shakes her head. "Here... i have a photo." She gets up, and reaches for her purse, pulling out the photo with shaking hands. She shakes her head, as she tears up slightly. She sits, as she hands the photo of Jack, to Jack's little brother. The kid just stares at it. Arms replaced with large bird wings, no hands. His feet... are more bird-like, a mix of human, and avian, with black avian scales. The rest of the body human, except for the head, as the human hair is utterly replaced with feathers leading down his back, and a beck that utterly makes his face unrecognizable. With golden, animalistic eyes. A harpy. Jeramiah looks up, breathing unsure, and asks with great concern "How will he pick things up mom? Can he fly now?" The mother begins to cry. As Jeramiah puts down the photo unsure. "mom?" She tries to hold it together, hugging Jeramiah deeply. "Its ok... this is why they are so evil... they ruined his body... so we need to work hard for him ok?" She says shaken.
A 10 year old with cat ears, and a tail sits in a common room. Playing a tablet, as other transformed kids are around in the room. As they play, or enjoy, a few caretakers stand nearby, ready to help with tasks, or deal with drama. As... the door opens, and a woman in warm clothes says "Talen Jones." He looks up, as he grabs the pile of notecards, and his pen, running to the lady. As she smiles weirdly at him, as they leave the room. He follows, as soon they arrive at a soft therapists room. As she sits, he frowns... she seems... like she is going to tell him bad news. He frowns deeper. As his ears shift, lowering on his head, tail stiff on the stool. As his slitted cat eyes watch. She says "We managed to contact your parents... and they did show up for your transformation specialists... meeting." He frowns deeper. As she says quite "However... they... they are unwilling to provide for you." There is a quite. As he stares at her... unspeaking... he grits his teeth, as visible fangs show. He hisses loudly, as cat yowls escape his mouth, as his body shakes. He goes to the table, and writes in very improper writing "Why?" As she frowns deeper, "They... they are unwilling to... care for you." He shakes further, meows loudly. She is quite. "I am sorry..." He shakes, as tears come out... he wants to yell out words... he wishes he could, as all that comes out is a panicked, desperate feline yowl. He shivers deeper, and yowls louder. He hates this... of all times... its now he wishes they had not ruined his voice. He shakes, as she gets up, walks over to him, and slowly rubs his shoulder. He shivers deeper. She says "We will work to find relatives willing... if that... fails... we have already talked to some... adoption centers about the care p-" He yowls, and pushes her away, running to the corner of the room crying. As he shivers, ears low. She looks at him, unsure. As he shivers quite. She just sits in a chair quite.
Soon she approaches. Sitting on her kneads. "Sorry." She says. She looks at him. "You want to use your words?" He is quite. As his eyes, slitted, cat-like look at her, and away. He nods. As she grabs his notecards, and pen. Handing it to him. He does not touch them for a while. He eventually moves, writes, as his tears quitely fall. "Why do they not love me?" She is quite, as she reads the note. "They do... they just... can't handle you in their heads right now. Its... not your fault." Later... the woman sits in the staff room, dead eyes, drinking coffee. As a coworker approaches. "I heard about Talen... sorry. What happened with his parents?" She is quite, and sighs "Got the report from the transformation specialist. They were... less then happy about his state... religious folk. Unable to accept their child now had cat ears, and could not speak beyond meows, and teaching him sign language, or with aid tools." The coworker sighs "Yeah... got a few of those... some don't have caretakers that we can email... because they are adults. Some refuse them, wanting to return to their lives... but... others are too extreme to return... and i suppose there are those ignorant out there to what truly occurs... to the transformed." The woman nods. But then the coworker smiles "but... i remember the simple smiles i saw when i reunited one of the kids with a parent last week... we need to go on."