Chimera was standing over a now very much screaming man in the middle of an underground fight club.

“AHHAHHAAA!!! Get these things off of me!”

She was also templating the asshole after she found out that he had a physical boosting power that from what she was now confirming, was muscle group based.

Yesss, more powers for the collection, bahahaha!

After getting a good chuckle and realizing that the place was now starting to wake up to her shenanigans, she decided to ultimatum the hell out of this place.

“Is this Crown fellow coming or not? Or do I just have to wreck this place until he shows up?”

“Woah folks, looks like the lady's impatient. Will our esteemed owner be showing up, or will he leave this wrathful woman to her whims?!”

Man, that guy is a good hype man. This place may be run down, but the commentator certainly isn’t.

She made a show of shifting her arms into polar bear arms, flexing as she looked around at the crowd.

“What a skill! The gloves are coming off, and apparently they're a little hairy! But don’t let that fool you, she’s ‘bearing’ her fangs and strutting her stuff. Lets hope she spares us her animalistic nature and gives us a great performance!”

Okay, he needs to dial it back a bit.

After harvesting the nutrients from the cage fighter under her, Chimera launched him into the stands around her. The crowd seemed to love it strangely enough.

“YAAAAAY!”

“TOSS ME BEAR LADY!”

A shiver went through her as Chimera spoke above the crowd.

“Okay, time’s up Crown, I’m wrecking your shit!”

“Please, hold back your need for destruction of private property miss, I already furnished the seating arrangements and I would hate for them to be made unusable.”

Chimera turned to the door leading under the place she assumed was the commentator’s booth.

The door was a double door that split in the middle, and the door’s themselves were now opening, moving into the walls as they revealed an obese man with a wide brimmed hat.

He was a short man with a handlebar mustache, a white hat and white suit complete with a black vest and a golden tie.

He had a cigar in his mouth and a gleaming smile.

“Now my lady, I do believe we have not met. Have I or one of my constitutes done something to earn your ire?”

“Name’s Huntress, and I’ve been looking for the monster responsible for the missing homeless around the port district. Someone told me it’s you.”

The man gave her his best customer service smile, “oh my dear, we take all sorts who want to change their luck. Homeless, unemployed, even those with gambling addictions, they all come down to try their hand at changing their fates.”

He opened his arms wide, “ain’t that right folks?”

The crowd screamed, some booing while most of them were yelling out to support the Crown.

“See? They ain’t here against their wills. So, before I ask you to kindly leave my premises, I would like to know how you learned about this establishment?”

Chimera stared at him with visceral hate.

“That would be the rats and mice.”

She started shifting her biomass around to strengthen her new body.

Tiger Spine.

Bear Claws and Arms

Kangaroo Legs and Hips.

A Plethora of different muscle groups.

Her Eye Augments, the same she gave to Meghan.

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Finally, a crocodile’s jaw and muscle group.

Her voice came out a bit guttural as she spoke back to Crown.

“They told me that the homeless have been taken to feed the ‘prized fighters’ you got hiding under this place. I’m here to bring this place down, Crown, and you with it.”

Crown froze at the mention of his fighters, his customer service smile now a disappointed frown.

“This is a terrible shame. No one’s supposed to know about Miguel and Clara, at least not till I got them being submissive like.”

His eyes flashed, and for a moment Chimera was feeling like she should be listening to everything Crown told her to do.

The mind she made was immediately turned off and while keeping her body, she turned her mind into her blobby true form, negating the effect.

Fuck! He’s a mind controller!

“Now, be a dear and come here for me would you?”

Chimera kept her face blank as she moved closer to Crown, giving him the impression that his little skill worked.

Inside she was looking for ways to capitiliize on this.

Do I make him think his skill worked and let him take me away?

That might be bad though,what if he has a way to reinforce his control? He mentioned those two others that they were being made submissive… that doesn’t sound good.

She decided not to take the chance.

“Code word Epsilon Tango Foxtrot. That's your keyword in case I need you to come back to being my property, got it?”

She nodded back to him, doing her best to remain as dead-eyed as she could look.

“Good… come closer. I got a nice band I need to put around your neck.”

Nope! Hell to the fucking no!

As soon as he reached out with his arms, she snapped her crocodile teeth on his arm.

Overcome with a natural instinct, she turned over and began rotating, as Crown’s screams silenced the rest of the audience in the arena.

“GET OFFA ME! GET! AHHHH!”

She felt a crunch, and soon the little fat bastard was flying at the cage around them, sans one arm.

She bit down on the thing, and gulped it down.

Oh, Oh no…

Shit! This was the one power she didn’t want to have!

Why the hell didn’t she just knock the guy out?

She felt the DNA enter her, and without even being able to stop it, watched it as the DNA coded to her body.

What? It never did that before! I always had control of it… so why is it not letting me take it out…

She forgot what she was doing.

No! She wasn’t forgetting! Something was trying to make her forget about it!

She reached inside her chest, grabbing hold of the DNA cache she had for the mind control gift!

It was a gift, why do you reject it?!

Fuck off!

Chimera tore it out of her, and a spike of pain shot through her.

OBEY! YOU ARE BUT A…

NOPE, TO HELL WITH WHATEVER THIS IS!

After she got rid of the DNA cache, the thoughts she was experiencing went away.

They faded away into the recesses of her head, and Sarah… Chimera, felt back in control.

Crap, I hate it when I’m right.

Failsafes, contigencies, and even subliminal drives.

Crimson R was definitely made for some kind of mission, and it appeared that this was one of its conditions.

Monica made her, or at least made Crimson R, for some purposes, to gain powers and use them for something.

If it had a drive to gain some kind of mind control power, then that message she had found from the computer underneath the zoo, it was about Crimson R.

The Death Children will have the answers. If I can get to them, they’ll point me to the answer and I can stop it!

She turned back to the now armless Crown.

After apparently soiling himself, the fat bastard fell unconscious from what she could tell.

She ruffled through his clothes, taking care not to touch his bare skin.

“There, a keycard.”

She took the thing, and his wallet, because he was a scumbag who wouldn’t miss those credits anyway.

After she got what she needed from the guy, she bound him in spider silk and stuck him to the wall.

Better that he stayed where she could find him and away from people who could help him.

Chimera took a moment to steady herself, the audience now having left after the proprietor was disarmed.

Except for one guy in the stand.

“Thank you lady! Your the best hero I could have ever asked for!”

He was holding up a bunch of dollar credits, a big goofy grin on his face as he saluted her, and proceeded to leave.

“Use that money responsibly! No more gambling in places like this!”

As she said it, a smile went across her face.

Hope that guy has a better life after this.

Chimera turned to the double doors that Crown came in from, noticing the door’s were still open.

Shaking herself off, she moved towards the sign that said elevator and made her way down, using the keycard to lower herself into the basement.