Authors Note: This is my first story so I hope it's not to terrible. Please keep in mind that this is the prologue and not the first chapter so don't be upset that it is so short! Please read and review if you want another chapter!

The cool air rushed past her head as Ana Fox cooled down from her run. The day was dark and cloudy, as it was most of the time in Liverpool, England.

"I should be getting back, it looks like rain," she thought aloud.

Ambling slowly through the streets of Liverpool, Ana thought back over her life of the past year. She had always had a passion to become a painter ever since she had been a young girl; she had begged her father to enroll her in every painting competition and talent show to date.

Just a few short months ago, she had begged her father to allow her to travel to England to look at colleges. Now she was here, and she had fallen in love with Liverpool at first sight. At first it wasn't much, but it had become home to her.

Ana was short, around 5"4'and had a little meat on her bones. At 19 years old, she was very studious and serious about her work and schooling. Her long brown hair reached her waist and swayed when she walked, and her warm chocolate brown eyes seemed to always twinkle with mischief. To those who didn't know her, she seemed closed off and cold, but in reality she was a spunky, fun loving woman.

As Ana continued her walk, she decided to take the longer way back to her dorm and stopped at the waterfront. She sighed in contentment, and watched some young children run about in the streets. The sky flickered menacingly and it started to pour. Ana quickly took off her exercise coat and covered her head and ran for her dorms at Liverpool University.

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Once she reached her dorms, she threw off her coat and was ready to jump into the shower, when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

The door opened and in came her roommate, Valentina Marasani. Valentina was the complete opposite of Ana; she was blonde, petite, with big green eyes and was known as a big party girl.

"Oh there you are! I've been looking for you everywhere! Where have you been? You're soaking wet!" she exclaimed.

"Well I went for a run and as you can see it's pouring out."

"You went for a run? You must be joking me!" Valentina scoffed a bit rudely.

She crossed the room and grabbed her purse and ruffled around inside looking for some unknown item.

"Well I just thought I would…uh…get on the 'healthy wagon', as you put it." Ana said a bit miffed that she thought was such a big deal.

Ana crossed her arms and shivered, "Do you mind if I take a shower? I'm freezing!"

"No, no you go ahead..." Valentina murmured, as she was a bit preoccupied reapplying her mascara in mirror on the other side of the room.

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Rubbing a towel through her hair, Ana noticed that Valentina had left and sighed in exasperation.

"Oh that girl, I bet she's out with Trenton again, it figures."

Crossing the room, Ana noticed a dark shadow in the corner, but decided it was just because the sun was going down and the curtains were open. She turned around and went to her bureau picking out pajamas to wear that night. It was Friday night and she decided instead of going out like Valentina and all her classmates were going to do, she would order pizza and watch a movie on Netflix.

Her cell phone buzzed from inside her purse and she went to investigate. Picking it up, she smiled and saw it was her best friend from the states, Myra McGinnis. She and Myra had met one night at the drive-ins in Cape Cod when they were both 11 years old. They had got to talking and found they had much in common; they both loved the Beatles, Elvis Presley, and The Cars; had the same style of clothing, which was a mixture between bohemian and punk; and they both loved guitars.

Hey girl what are you up to? Guess what! I'm engaged! said the text.

Ana smiled and went to reply, when she was struck by an odd feeling. She turned around and was knocked out cold. Falling to the floor, Ana caught one glimpse of her attacker, a face that would haunt her forever. The man who had killed her mother.