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Chapter 1
Five Years Earlier
"But this is the second disappearance!" exclaimed Carrie, opening her locker to get out her clothes. Hayden sighed.
"Really? This is what you want to talk about fresh out of gym? Wasn't that enough misery in itself?"
Carries frowned as she tugged her blonde hair out of it's ponytail. "How does all this not bother you? There's a rumour going around that the janitor, Mr Carren has gone missing too, Alice overheard teachers talking about it-"
Hayden cut her friend off with a roll of her eyes and pulled her white tank top over her head, adjusting the bottom so it didn't tuck into her denim shorts.
Carrie persisted even as they left the locker room. "But that's three people! And it doesn't seem like the cops are any closer to finding them."
Hayden just turned into the cafeteria.
"Hayden, wait up-"
"Hey, Scarface," called someone behind them and Hayden froze.
"Please, not again…" she murmured.
A group of male seniors entered the cafeteria and pushed their way in front of the two girls. The one who called out, Mark, stood at the front, grinning with an arrogance that came uniquely from having the principal for a father and being a quarterback for the school's football team.
"Hey Scarface, I was talking to you. Where do you think you're going?"
"To get lunch, obviously," snapped Hayden, trying to go round them only to get shoved back, leaving her to inwardly curse her face once again. Her hair was long and dark, split with a side parting heavy enough to cover most of the left side of her face. Hayden always thought she'd suit a centre parting, maybe some bangs, but the dark scar that curved from the furthest point of her cheekbone to the join of her lips put a stop to that.
"Look, guys," pleaded Carrie, "Just let us pass already, please?"
Mark flashed her what had been a perfect smile until Hayden had knocked one of the teeth out last month. "Of course you can, Carrie." One of the boys whistled. "It's Scarface here we want to talk to."
Carrie glanced at Hayden who quickly looked away. "Just go on," she said quietly, "I'm not hungry any more."
Carrie opened her mouth to protest, but then shut it as though she thought better of it and hurried past.
Hayden burned silently with shame as her friend left her, only for the shame to turn to anger, contorting in her chest.
"Ooh, look out, Mark," jeered one of his cronies. "She wants another fight, look."
True enough, Hayden had unknowingly clenched her hands into fists. What the hell, she thought pulling back one arm slightly, Who'd complain if I knocked his teeth in, really? I've already done one of them.
"Brooks!" cut across the shocked voice of Mr Turner as he forced his way through the student build up. Hayden lowered her arm.
"Do we have a problem here, Herrod?" he asked as he got closer. Mark shook his head, grinning as the teacher then turned to Hayden. "And what do you say, Miss Brooks?"
"Nothing," answered Hayden through her teeth. "I have nothing to say at all." She pushed through the crowd, fully conscious of all the whispering, but only vaguely aware of black haired girl she hadn't seen before watching her leave.
Hayden relaxed once she had put some streets between her and the school. After the cafeteria incident she had hidden in the toilets as it was the only way she could be 100% certain she wouldn't run into Mark again, knowing she wouldn't be able to resist the urge to hit him the next time she saw him. Now that lunch was over she figured she'd go outside, take the rest of the day off. In Hayden's opinion there was nothing a little skipping class couldn't solve.
"You're meant to be in school," came a sharp voice to Hayden's left, and she looked to see the black haired girl from earlier across the street smiling at her.
Hayden scowled as she turned to face her, the girl mirroring the action. "Really? You going to report me?"
The girl laughed and put her hands in her black jean-shorts pockets.
"You mean so I have to explain why I was out of school when I saw you? No, I don't think I will." She smiled again and waved as she continued to walk, leaving Hayden standing there, unsure how to take the encounter.
Carrie walked through the empty halls of her school clutching a folder to her chest. She had stayed behind to finish up a research assignment using the school computers as her own at home had crashed.
After saying goodbye to Mrs Hereby Carrie had left the library, instantly unnerved by the darkened corridors and silence. She wasn't quite sure what it was, something just felt... off.
Footsteps.
Carrie froze, then shook herself and carried on walking. Nothing's wrong, she convinced herself but nonetheless she hugged the folder a little closer to her chest.
Then she heard breathing. A deep inhale, almost like someone was smelling the air. She turned slowly, dropping the folder as her eyes raked over the bloody uniform.
Carrie never had the chance to scream.
Hayden looked at the photo of her and Carrie taped to the inside of her locker.
Her friend hadn't made it home last night and it seemed like the police were already adding her name to the list of missing people, much to Carrie's mother's protests.
She refused to accept that her daughter could just be another name in the newspaper, another statistic.
Hayden slammed her locker shut and started to walk but she didn't make it far.
"Hey, Scarface!"
Hayden gritted her teeth.
"Hey! Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Mark roughly spun Hayden round. "We didn't finish our chat yesterday."
Don't react. "Leave me alone, Mark."
He wore an ugly smile as he closed in. "Or what? Who's going to stop me? Not even your own friend wants to help you."
Hayden tensed. Don't hit him don't hit him don't hit him-
"Oh, and by the way," he grinned as he took a step back, "Good luck finding her."
Fuck it. Hit him.
Hayden smiled sweetly before she punched him in the face. Mark reeled back and looked at her blankly for a few seconds before the rage set in. Hayden watched with satisfaction as she noted blood trickling out his nose.
"Bitch!" he snarled as he threw himself at her, the momentum carrying them both into the wall. Hayden gasped as her head cracked against the brick. She went to move, but Mark grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her back before swinging her round so her face slammed into a door.
Hayden absently noted that it was the one that led to the school basement before she turned to see Mark moving towards her again. She ducked down as he swung, and he cried out as his fist connected with hard wood. Hayden didn't pause, shifting low so she could knock her fist into his gut, dimly noting the reaction of the crowd that had gathered to watch.
She was distracted for too long, and didn't see Mark recover enough to knock her with enough force to knock her into the door with a crunch as it opened forcibly, sending her crashing down the stairs.
Hayden barely had time to take note of the lock of blonde hair and blood splatter on the floor before it all went black.
She woke up in the nurse's office with a splitting headache. It took a few moments blinking for the stars to disappear, then she sat up.
Hayden was strangely calm, answering all the nurse's questions, only half listening to Principal Herrod as he reprimanded her from the door. She was half sure he started yelling at one point before the nurse told him he should probably leave, and that Hayden was no doubt still feeling the effects of a concussion.
He left, and soon after Hayden did too, much to the nurse's protesting.
She wandered the halls absently, hearing snatches of conversation as she went by.
She became aware of a small tugging at her top, recognising Martha Lisbert, a shy, quiet girl from Math.
"Yes?" asked Hayden, feeling slightly detached from her own voice. The word concussion oozed through her brain.
"You should probably go," Martha murmured. "I mean, Mark and his guys are looking out for you and your friend. They're not happy about earlier."
Hayden nodded, strangely pleased at the fact she had pissed him off. Then she frowned. "Friend? Carrie isn't here."
"Yeah, I, I know that," answered Martha, her eyes shifting to glance around them. "I meant the new girl. The one who helped you."
"Helped me?"
"You don't know?" It was Martha's turn to frown.
Hayden watched her for a moment.
"Tell me."
A few minutes later Hayden was walking outside, thinking over what Martha had said. Apparently after she'd gone down Mark had made a move towards the stairs, preparing to pummel her unconscious body - not very sporting of him - when the new girl had moved in on him. According to Martha, she took a swing that sent Mark reeling then... Well.
"It was so weird. He went to grab her, but she got their first and... I'm not sure if she hit him or whatever, but her hand touched his forehead and he just hit the deck. Out cold. He woke up, like, twenty minutes later completely fine apart from where he'd been punched. No headache or anything."
Hayden was still thinking about the Vulcan Death-slap and her own fight with Mark a few streets later when she noticed the girl in question was walking behind her.
She noticed Hayden looking at her and went to smile but Hayden cut her off with a scowl.
"What, are you following me now?!"
The girl frowned and gestured with her chin to the stack of books she was carrying. "Actually, I was heading home from the library, but if that makes you feel better."
"What would make me feel better is to know why you got involved earlier to day with Herrod. And how you managed to knock him down."
The girl shifted on her feet looking uncomfortable. "Ah, that. Well, when you're as skilled a ninja as I am..."
An awkward pause followed. Hayden broke it.
"So, what's your name?"
"Azraelle."
Hayden looked at her blankly. "You called me a what now?"
She sighed. "Azraelle. It's my name."
One day I'll meet someone who just accepts my name right off the bat.
Az sighed at Hayden's expression of disbelief. She was used to it though. She got that a lot.
"So..." Hayden said, still not looking certain whether Az was trying to trick her or not, "Anyway. That doesn't answer the earlier question. Why did you daringly come to my rescue? Or are you just having a bad day and needed to smack someone down? Not saying that I disapprove of your choice of target."
Az started to walk. "Oh, you know, I just didn't think it was fair for him to hit you while you drooled on the floor. Hardly right. You could have taken him. Now, I've got to go-"
"Yeah," Hayden said matching Az's speed. "I could have taken him. Obviously. What surprised me is that you clearly can too. What the hell happened? No offence, but you seem too nerdy to get into many fights." Hayden looked at the pile of books, her expression tinged with curiosity.
Az moved faster. It was her third day at school. How could she have messed up so soon? Was it so hard for her to maintain normality? You just had to get involved, didn't you. Nice one, Az.
"I'm waiting. You floored a quarterback. Answers, man."
"Lucky shot," Az snapped, feeling guilty at the look of surprise on Hayden's face. She soon scowled.
"Look, what's your problem? You got involved in my fight! Its not like I asked you to, I've dealt with these things alone just fine till now."
"Well, next time I won't step in then," Az said, feeling more guilty as every moment passed. Hayden seemed genuine, which was more than she could say for most people. Az glanced quickly at Hayden, trying to catch a glimpse of the scar. After the cafeteria incident she'd asked around, curious. It was awful, really, that so many people disregarded Hayden because of something so superficial. There were worse things to be than scarred...
She remembered her intervention and the Mark's face as his eyes rolled back when he hit the floor.
Pushing it away, Az made to change the subject.
"Sorry. Just a little stressed about how my mom will have reacted to getting a call from the Principal on her daughter's third day."
"You knocked someone out on your third day? Dude, we have got to hang out more often." Hayden grinned, nudging Az playfully.
Az forced a smile. "Sure." Like that'll happen. You seem nice, but I have bigger concerns.
At her street Azraelle stopped and looked at Hayden. "My house is down here. I'll see you later. Oh, and I'm sorry about your friend. I'm sure she'll be alright."
"Yeah." Hayden's expression lost its light. "I'm sure too. Hey, today, did you happen to look down in the basement?"
Az nodded. "Yeah, I went down there to check you weren't bleeding or anything."
"And was I?"
"You mean the nurse wouldn't have told you? No, you weren't."
"So you didn't see any blood at all. And no blonde hair?"
"Blonde hair? No? What are you talking about-"
"Nothing," answered Hayden, already turning away. "Nothing. Bye."
Az watched her for a moment before walking to her house, wondering about what she assumed was a display of strange behaviour for Hayden. Blonde hair?
Wait, wasn't her friend Carrie blonde?
Hayden dropped down on to the library carpet with less grace than she'd hoped for, stumbling slightly and dropping her pocket knife. Her first B&E. If it wasn't under such crappy circumstances she would have smiled.
After talking to her mom about what she saw and be told that she was, of course, wrong and that, obviously, it should be left to the authorities to handle and that she should, clearly, be more concerned about her own behaviour regarding the fight earlier that day.
Well, yesterday, seeing as it was one o'clock in the morning now.
The plan was to head to the basement and look for Carrie herself. Absurd, she knew. There was probably nothing wrong as she probably imagined it. She hit her head pretty hard after all. She should probably just go home. Hayden rested her hand on the window ledge before cursing and turning back to face the room. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn't shake the feeling in her gut that something was wrong. And that that something had Carrie.
Hayden moved quietly into the hall, listening intently. Upon deciding that she was safe, Hayden clicked on the flashlight that she had brought with her and made her way towards the basement. She didn't really think about the fact that the library light had been on when she had entered, nor did she notice that the librarian's chair had been slightly askew.
In fact, Hayden only knew for certain that something was wrong when she saw the dark splatter on the floor a few minutes later. It was in the middle of the hall, and with a horrible feeling in her stomach Hayden kneeled down to get a closer look. A faint whimper escaped her as her light reflected off the liquid surface of the blood.
Gripping the flashlight more tightly, Hayden flicked open her pocket knife, wishing she had something a little more threatening than a small switchblade. She stood up with a deep breath, forcing her self to feel more confident...
...Only to scream loudly as someone behind her whispered her name.
Hayden spun round, swinging the blade in a wide arc in hope of at least getting a head start on her opponent. She nearly dropped it however when she saw that this adversary was actually Azraelle, who leapt back to dodge the clumsy attack.
"What the fuck, man?!" whispered Azraelle, waving her arms around.
"Sorry!" mouthed Hayden. She frowned in confusion of her own as the moment set in. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
"Looking for you," answered Azraelle in hushed tones. "You're acting all weird today got me worried. Which brings me to the most important issue; what's going on?"
Hayden made a shooing gesture. "It doesn't involve you. Just go home!" Azraelle shook her head firmly, infuriating Hayden. "Look, this could be seriously dangerous, just leave!"
"So, you think by telling me you're in danger you expect me to leave. Dude, I saved your ass earlier today. I'm the type who protects her investments. Besides, didn't you say earlier today we should hang out?"
"Hunting a killer is not hanging out!" snapped Hayden, then regretted it instantly as the colour drained from Az's face. "Look," she breathed, not trusting herself to much louder as she knew her voice would shake. "I don't think people are missing." Hayden stepped aside to Az could see the blood drying on the floor. "I think they're dead."
Azraelle took a deep breath. "We need to get out of here and call the cops."
Hayden didn't respond.
"Hayden, seriously-"
"I'm not leaving."
"This isn't a rescue mission any more! Hayden, there's nothing to save!"
"But there could be."
"You don't know that."
Az pulled at her black hair. "So. You're definitely not leaving." Hayden took a deep breath before she nodded. Azraelle sighed. "Fine. Then let's go."
Before Hayden could say anything else Az had moved past her, round the blood, and was creeping further down the hall. Again Hayden almost could have smiled. As she caught up to Az, who now had her ear pressed up against the door, she took a good look. Here was a girl who didn't quite fit in, someone whose name alone could single her out to the numerous bullies in the area. But here she was, having saved Hayden once already, walking into what could potentially be a very bad situation. For once, Hayden didn't feel quite so alone.
"Right, I don't hear any movement," breathed Azraelle. "You ready?"
Hayden's face tightened as she nodded.
Az slowly opened the door and stepped in...
...only to slip on something resembling torn meat at the top of the stairs.
Hayden grabbed Az's arm as she flailed, thanking God that the girl had managed to keep quiet. Az regained her footing, looked back gratefully and then screamed and pulled at Hayden, sending them both crashing down the stairs. Winded and now knife-less, Hayden looked up. Framed in the doorway was Mr Carren in a bloody janitor uniform, looking down at them. Only he didn't look like himself. He was pale, his skin seemed tighter and his weirdly black eyes were watery and strained. That, and he looked like he'd been biting into raw meat.
Then it all clicked in Hayden's mind and she wanted to vomit. Az had clearly worked it out too and was now scrambling to her feet and pulling Hayden with her. "C'mon!"
They only made it three steps before retching again as they looked upon the torn corpse of what looked like the school librarian.
"What the fuck?!" cried out Az as Hayden regained her senses and dragged her further into the room, away from the cannibalistic cleaner. The basement was large but crowded, with pipes taking up majority of the space, all leading back to the boiler near the back of the room. Hayden didn't stop running until she and Azraelle were hidden behind some boxes as far from where they had last seen Mr Carren as possible.
It was then Hayden realised she was crying.
"He must have killed Carrie!" she spluttered, finding it difficult to breathe. "He's going to kill us like he did my best friend, oh my God, what do we do?"
Azraelle didn't say anything. She was breathing heavily and peering out into the gloom of the basement, only lit by the low fire heating the boiler. It didn't look like it had been extinguished for a few days, now only embers.
"Az, what do we do?" Hayden whispered again. Az turned to her, pale and wide-eyed. She tried to look convincing. "We get out."
Hayden just shook her head. "He's killed people. Did you see his face? I think he's been eating them."
There was a clink of metal as someone walked into some loose piping further down the room.
"He's waiting," whispered Az.
"He's toying with us," muttered Hayden. He killed Carrie. Ate her. And now he's toying with me. With Az too. She has no reason to be here. And now she's going to die with me. Killed by him.
Hayden felt a fire growing in her chest. She was more than scared and upset now. She was angry, going on furious.
Who the fuck does this guy think he is.
"We're getting out of here," murmured Hayden, now with growing determination. "Even if I have to kill the bastard."
"I don't think it would be wise to attempt," said Azraelle backing up to the wall. "Looks like it didn't go well for anyone else."
Hayden turned around to see a bloodied and crazed Mr Carren standing there, watching them with a hungry look, and, as Hayden now noticed, a pair of scissors protruding from his lower torso. Mr Carren's gaze followed her own, and he seemed to notice them for the first time.
"Oh," he said, causing both girls to jump. He grabbed the scissor handles and pulled with a pained expression. He then let them clatter and looked back at Hayden and Az.
"She stabbed me," he rasped quietly, turning his head to look in the direction of the dead librarian.
"Well, can you blame her?" asked Hayden, her voice shaking.
"No," answered the janitor, meeting her eyes. "I suppose not."
"If you know what you're doing is wrong then why are you doing it?" asked Az quietly. He just looked at the ground.
"Because I'm hungry."
"Then eat some pizza, not humans, you freak!" exclaimed Hayden, recoiling as he snarled in a way that wasn't human at all.
"I can't!" he cried, raking his fingers down his veiny face. "That just doesn't work any more! It doesn't satisfy! Do you know what it's like?! To be so hungry? I'm starving!" he roared. Then he let out a weak sob. "And I can never go home. Not like this."
Az took a shaky step forward. "Sir, please. Just let us go."
It was almost like he couldn't hear them. "It was all going so well. Eliza gave me the most amazing news." He half smiled. "She's pregnant. I'm going to be a dad. It was the happiest I've ever been." His smile disappeared and a scowled so deep it looked like he would never wear another expression. "But then the eating started. I couldn't stop. First it was all the junk food, then everything. And then...then it was meat. All meat. Any meat."
Mr Carren tilted his head. "Then human."
Azraelle's horrified expression became mingled with pity and utter disbelief, confusing Hayden. "Rugaru."
"What?!" Hayden exclaimed.
Mr Carren snarled and darted forward, scattering the cardboard boxes and sending Hayden flying as he grabbed Azraelle by the throat.
"How do you know that?!" he yelled ramming her up against the brick. "Are you a hunter?!"
"A what?" choked Az as Hayden climbed to her feet, looking desperately for a weapon.
"Do any of them know that I'm here?! Do they?!" He grabbed Azraelle's head and smashed it against the wall. She cried out, blood dribbling down the side of her face. Mr Carrens eyes lost focus and much to Hayden's revulsion she saw him lean forward and lick Azraelle's face.
Then she hit him with the wrench.
He dropped Az, who fell temporarily to her knees before scrambling over to where Hayden was, clutching her crude weapon.
"Fire!" choked Az, rubbing her neck.
"What?!"
"Rugaru! Use fire."
Hayden didn't hesitate. As Carren got up rubbing the back of his head, she was already on the move, grabbing a mop and throwing open the boiler furnace door. She shoved the mop into the embers.
"C'mon, c'mon. Burn already!"
Carren threw himself at Az, who stood between him and the hopeful firestarter, tackling her to the floor and biting her arm. Az screamed.
The fire flickered into life, soon lighting up the end of the mop. Hayden yanked it out as soon as she was sure the fire would survive without the source and hit Carren with it.
He yelled and rolled off Az, who layed on the floor crying weakly and clutching at her arm. Hayden was livid. She hit Carren again, this time holding the burning wood to him for as long as she could. He knocked it aside, but too late as his uniform had already caught. The flames spread, licking their way across him, feasting at the cloth while he screamed in panic, swatting uselessly at himself.
He then flung himself at Hayden who froze. Az didn't. She snatched what had been a mop from Hayden, and with a cry of pain she shoved, luck prevailing as the charred and sharpened wood buried itself in Carren's shoulder.
"That was for my arm, bitch," she said raggedly, and Hayden hauled her towards the stairs. They had made it to the top step when they heard him scream again, this time right behind them.
Hayden turned to see him clawing the banister as he moved towards them, and let go of Az's arm so she could plant a kick in the center of his chest that sent him plummeting down again.
"And that was for Carrie," she spat, watching him write and thrash feebly at the bottom of the steps before she slammed the door shut and locked it.
The girls watched, hidden, as the firetrucks showed up to try and save the school that was now half consumed by fire. After a few moments, Az made the first move to go and Hayden helped her from their hiding place. They didn't talk for a few blocks, just walking. They only stopped when the yells of the fire department had stopped.
"Rugaru," said Hayden, breaking the calm.
"Yeah," responded Az, still clutching her bloodied arm.
Hayden spotted a bench and made her way over to it, Az following her lead.
"Mind telling me what the fuck one of those is and what the hell just happened?"
"We killed a rugaru," answered Az, disbelief flooding her voice.
"And one of those is?"
"A monster, to be blunt."
"A monster," repeated Hayden.
"Yup."
"But monsters-"
"Don't exist? Yeah, that's what I hoped."
"You mean you believed they were real?"
Az, looked at her. "Don't you?"
Hayden didn't respond. They sat like that for a few moments, watching the flames in the distance glow.
"I read about them," said Az finally. "It's what I do. I read about that kind of thing. Monsters. The stuff that can't be explained. And what he said, I recognised it."
"That's how you knew fire would kill him." Hayden frowned. "It," she amended. Az nodded. Hayden blew out a sigh. "I'm sorry, I don't buy it."
"But you did," Az retorted, wincing as she moved her bitten arm. "As soon as I said fire, you didn't hesitate."
Hayden looked at the floor. No, I didn't. I believed it all instantly.
"This isn't the first time I've come across something…strange," continued Az quietly. "It's why I read about it. That's how I knew," she sighed. "Look, I know you don't believe me-"
Hayden thought back to a flash of black eyes that she had forgotten and cut Az off.
"I do."
"What?"
"I do believe you."
Relief washed over Azraelle's face. "You know you're the only one to say that."
"Yeah, well." Hayden straightened up. "You're the only one who's ever stuck up for me, so I figure I owe you at least a little suspension of belief. I mean, you're clearly nuts, but I believe you."
Az laughed, then winced. "Thanks, you jerk."
Hayden stared at the sky. "So does that mean there are more monsters out there? Are they hurting people too?" Are there more victims like Carrie out there?
Az took a moment to respond. "Yeah, I guess so," she said eventually. "But do you remember what he said? About hunters? Call me crazy - oh, wait, you did- but I think there are other people out there who know. Other people who do what we just did."
"It won't be the same," murmured Hayden. "Not now I know there's stuff in the dark. I mean, Carrie? She was... She was never there for me in that she would fight beside me, but she was my grounding. She kept me sane. Now what'll I do?"
"Well, you've always got me," answered Az, jostling Hayden gently. "I mean, I'll never be able to keep you sane, not a chance. But..." she paused. "But that doesn't mean we can't fall down the rabbit hole together."
Hayden smiled. "That's reassuring."
The sky was beginning to lighten now, and the flames in the distance were dwindling.
Hayden looked sideways at her partner in fire. "You know, I've been meaning to ask you something."
"Shoot."
Hayden hesitated before just coming out with it. "What the hell kind of a name is Azraelle?"
Az snickered. "Thank you. So much. Confidence boost right there. No, uh, I've asked my mom that too. She shifted, clearly uncomfortable. "She just gets all weird about it. Starts going on about how I'm my father's girl and how she hopes I'm more like him than her. And I have no idea who or where he is to know if that's a good thing for her to want or not. He left before I was even born."
"We'll, considering he left you both, that's kind of off. Shouldn't she be really pissed?"
"You'd think so, wouldn't you? Nah, the way she talks about him makes him sound like some sort of saint, she's always calling him an angel."
"Must have been a hell of a night." Hayden winked.
It took a few seconds for Az to get it. "Oh, dude, that's my mom - uncalled for!"
Hayden laughed loudly, and they both settled back into a comfortable silence, watching the smoke drift into the morning.
A/N; Greetings and salutations :) I just want to say thank you for reading and that reviews are greatly appreciated (as an aspiring author it's always great to have feedback). This chapter was just to give some background to the girls (they're seventeen, in case y'all are wondering) and this is relly just to say how they met and got into 'the business'. Also, a moment of appreciation for my partner in crime, LittleGee who is co-creator of the two characters, beta and Supreme Motivator. Oh, and she made the cool cover for this story. It looks awesome. Once more, thanks and PLEASE REVIEW :D
