I said I would never ship Odd with an OC, well I didn't, because this story is not mine. Not even a little. This story belongs to the lovely Feather, on tumblr her name is raspberryferret, she is awesome, go follow her stuff. She didn't want to post this because this site doesn't like her but I thought it was an epic story with epic characters, so I took the original comic book script format and typed it into this. These are all her words, all I did was make it fit to story paragraph format. Neither of us own Code Lyoko. Feather owns Feather and the shifter race of homo shifterus shifterus.

It's in Feather's pov. Enjoy!

Prepare yourself. What you're about to see is our world in the near future. It isn't what you want to think, though. Xana didn't cause this. It was only after Xana's fall that this world became a living Hell. It was then that PHOENIX rose.

It was then that our lives changed for the worst.

In this world, the apocalypse had fallen. I was in France, my home, or...what's left of it. I was out on a supplies run. The streets were dark, wet, and disgusting, with chunks of it missing here and there. The buildings around here were in bad shape too, broken windows, graffiti. This was considered a place that was well off. The world was literally in ashes. Here, there were people surviving. Here, the population hadn't been completely wiped out by disease carried through this greenish gray haze we breathed into our lungs and called air. Yes, the atmosphere was more pollution than actual air now, and the stuff was so thick you couldn't tell day from night.

The whole situation made everyone slightly...savage. People stayed in places and hoarded supplies. When they ran out they'd steal from other people. I could see a gang assaulting a guy...nobody was helping him. I would have but I had more important things to take care of. I was taking care of the people who actually stuck together and wanted to survive, and the people who wanted to survive came to Kadic.

Who was the one behind all this? No, it wasn't Xana. We killed Xana, but it turns out he wasn't the real threat. Xana had been nothing compared to what had risen from his ashes.

It's name was PHOENIX. In six short months this computer virus turned real had popped up from nowhere, waged a war against humans, won, and brought about the apocalypse.

Despite all the things living in this world had caused, all the scars and scratches and dirt, people still said I looked pretty. Me with my golden hair pulled back in a ponytail, not the most flattering of hairstyles, but practical, and my golden eyes...er...eye. My right eye had been shot out, there was a large scar over it. Even with all the bandages, they told me I was pretty. Pretty wasn't a concern of mine right now.

People kept saying it was over, that we were all doomed, and I couldn't blame them. I feared the human race was now an endangered species. My name is Feather Pandora Shade. I didn't believe the people who said this was the end. I believed this was only the beginning.

I jumped up from my crouching position onto the top of an abandoned building, burlap sack in hand. I jumped through a hole in the roof and landed on a rug in the living room of a formally nice house. The sudden disturbance kicked up a cloud of dust. I coughed slightly and looked around, then proceeded to walk cautiously down a hallway. This house was abandoned, most in France were, but this was one of the fancier ones. The people in this house thought they were coming back, so they boarded up their doors and windows tight. I could easily break through, but really it was just easier to bust in through the roof.

This place...I didn't like this place. It smelled like death. The wolf in me wanted to run.

I opened the door at the end of the hallway. It was a bathroom, perfect. Bathrooms had useful things. I knelt down by the sink and opened the cupboard. Inside there were thick rolls of white bandages and bottles of stuff. The only label I saw was "bactine" as I stuffed the entire contents of the cupboard into the burlap sack.

I hate to think that the people who used to live here didn't have time to get this stuff...So I didn't. I needed this stuff, and so did my friends. With my job done, I exited the bathroom, went back into the living room, crouched, and jumped through the hole in the roof I got in through.

From that jump, you might be able to guess I'm not entirely human. I'm a Shifter, a breed of superhuman that Xana created to try to dominate the world. I turned against my creator though, and joined my friends in the war against him. That was how Xana fell. That was how PHOENIX rose.

I leapt off the roof of the house and grunted as I hit the ground, wincing. I wasn't invincible, though. I could still die. It was just a lot harder to kill Shifters than it was to kill normal folk. I stood up and flattened against the wall of the house next door. I had to make sure everything was safe. You couldn't be too safe around here. I looked around the corner, seemed to be all clear, so I took a few steps into the thick weedy lawn of the house. Then I sprouted wings and flew toward home base.

Shifter stood for shapeshifter. I could change into whatever I liked, whatever I imagined. It didn't even have to be a real thing. I could make myself look and sound like any person I wanted to. I could also read minds and occasionally see into the future. Those were my two main abilities, along with the shifting thing.

Some people even went as far as to call my kind angels, maybe we were. Even while Xana was around, some of his Shifters had turned against him. I was the first, maybe I inspired them, I don't know. After Xana, the ones who hadn't turned against them had nothing to do. They finally chose to do some good. Well...most of them. The ones that hadn't, though, were killed by the ones that fought for freedom. There weren't many of us left after PHOENIX. I feared our numbers may have been smaller than that of humanity's by at least half, and it was dropping.

Finally I could see our base. I came in for a landing and retracted my wings. This place wasn't in much better shape than most other buildings in town. There were broken windows and some of the bricks that made up the corners of the building had fallen away and left holes. This was where me and my friends lived, as well as most of the students of Kadic. Most of the day students were either dead or missing, except for a few. The boarding students...well they might have never seen their families again. Before PHOENIX, this was a school called Kadic Academy, but now it was more of a shelter for the children who went there. The adults were helped a bit by some of my fellow Shifters. I'd called them to protect our home.

I walked into the building through one of the holes in the corner, which had a blanket over it in an attempt to keep the place warm. I walked into a hallway, the walls were faded and cracked, bits of the ceiling tiles had fallen. The hallway was deserted besides me. I came to a door, there was a red cross on it, but some of it had been scratched away. It was the door to the infirmary. I walked in.

The infirmary was a massive room that used to be the school's gym. There were a few beds toward the back, some of them sealed off by curtains hanging from the ceiling. Most of the school's remaining inhabitants were curled up on the floor on blankets. Their clothes were ratty and dirty and they were all a little thin. A couple of Shifters tended to the crying ones, you could tell they were shifters because of their wings. There were also kids with normal looking animals.

All the animals in this building were other Shifters in animal forms. This helped keep the children calm, because they had a friendly, furry huggable thing to cuddle. The rest of the Shifters were out hunting or foraging for food.

I walked into the infirmary, burlap sack in hand. Then Opal came running up to me, she was a vixen with turquoise eyes.

"Feather! Did you find anything?" Opal asked.

"Anything that was canned was rotten, way past their expiration dates. Didn't smell right, either." I replied.

"Oh no! What are we going to do when we run out?"

"I don't know. We'll think of something...Are Shock and Violet back yet?"

"Yeah, Shock just got back, he took out a moose in the forest. Violet is still out."

"A moose? That'll feed half of us. Was it big?"

"It was huge." Opal replied.

"Great. Let me know when Violet gets back, ok?"

"Uh hunh." Opal said, then walked off towards a crying 6th graders.

I didn't like to think this was how they were going to live for the rest of their lives. I wished this wasn't reality.

I moved on toward the beds near the back. Kids in casts and bandages were in each of the beds, some of them were sick, most were asleep. I walked past these to the bed at the very end of the line, it was closed off. I parted the curtain and saw Odd in the bed. He was asleep and shirtless, his hair was ratty and disheveled. Yolanda was too busy looking at Odd to notice I had entered the room. She was worried about him...We all were.

"Knock knock..." I said. Yolanda looked up at me, relieved.

"Thank the Lord you're back. Did you get anything?" She asked. I dug through my burlap sack to find the supplies I had for her.

"Not much was really left. I found a few rather large rolls of bandages, some surgical tools from the hospital, and a lot of bactine and sanitizers." I said, finding the items I mentioned and putting them on a small table near the bed.

"Every little bit counts, Feather."

"Yeah, I know." I looked at Odd, he was still sleeping. "How is he?"

"Not much better, I'm afraid. He's under some anesthesia Charlotte brought back, but that's really all I could have done till you got back." I sighed.

"I just hope he'll get through this. I know he's tougher than he looks, but...he's only human." He worried me so much...

"Can you get his wounds wrapped up? I have to go check on another patient."

"Yeah, I can." I said, Yolanda left. I pulled out one of the rolls of bandages and a bottle of sanitizer. I went next to Odd's bed and pulled the covers down a little bit. His chest was a mess of torn skin from four gaping claw marks. The blood had been cleaned away. It was a few days old, but wasn't infected. I began to wrap it up.

This was Odd. He wasn't in great shape. PHOENIX had monsters that roamed the world, and one of them had gotten him. I hated to see him like this. I hadn't been there when it happened. I was grateful for that, I guess. I hadn't been there to see the blood.

Blood didn't bother me, not under normal circumstances. But I loved Odd with all my heart, and he loved me back. It was thanks to him that I was standing here today. He and I couldn't survive without each other. Which was why I'd get so freaked when I saw his blood.

I finished wrapping the wounds and stashed what was left of the bandages back in the burlap sack. I kissed his forehead, then walked out of there, leaving him to sleep. I headed back out to the area with all the children and looked at them all. I wasn't the kind of Shifter that Opal was. I didn't care for the kids. I was one of the Shifters that did a lot of everything else.

I'm not the cuddly type.

Isn't she awesome? The child that wrote this originally and thought of the character and drew the picture for the cover is known as Feather or Oddi or raspberryferret o-o please to be reviewing, I'll pass them along to her :33

By the way, in case you didn't pick up on this Vixen=female shifter