I was running, running as fast as I could, even though I wasn't supernatural like them I was strong, brave, able to stand up for myself, calling me weak? Ah you haven't seen anything yet.

I was the one who had scored lots in lacrosse and the one who had stood, when a a gun was put to my head...

I was smart, witty, sarcastic and fast, nothing got past my sharp eyes. You'd never be able to win a argument against me either.

I was the one that passed his exams and could win any fight with words, a sharp tong was all I really needed...

I was planning, investigating, putting the puzzles together, what ever they were thinking I was two steps ahead...

I was the one that solved most of the supernatural cases, putting two and two together.

I was sly, cunning, tricking them, making them believe they could trust me when I knew I would stab them in the back...

I was the one who liked the feeling of power and had actually liked the feeling of the dark spirit possessing me.

They thought they knew me but when a spell goes wrong, they all get to understand they didn't really know me, not at all.