Who I am right now is not important. My story, however, is. We might be risking our lives in doing this, but it has to be told. About a year ago things started to happen. Strange things. It was up to us to investigate.My partner was a little hesitant at first...

Can you blame me? I'm not used to it like you are. You see, we were the only ones who could get the job done when no one else could. Be warned, this story is as real as we are and once you know it you can never unknow it. No matter how much you'd like to. You can go ahead and start it.

You see, we were the only ones who could get the job done when no one else could. Be warned, this story is as real as we are and once you know it you can never unknow it. No matter how much you'd like to.

If you have a weak stomach, turn back now. However, if you think you are brave enough to see the truth, keep listening. I guess we should start at the beginning...

"Victor!" Logan called his brother, "We're out of beer again!" He just finished his eighth one. He had his friends had gotten pretty rowdy at this point.

"I'm getting paid for all this scouting I'm doing for you guys!" Victor refilled another cooler of beer, taking one for himself.

"You go ahead and think that!" Logan laughed.

"I'm charging a fee every time I gotta fill it up!" Victor sat on the couch

Piotr, also known as Colossus, laughed and was still only on his second. He normally didn't drink, but, being Russian, his elder brother had a storage of vodka. They occasionally drank together.

"Yeah yeah, you'll probably take it out of my $$ as usual," Logan muttered.

"Sounds like a plan," Victor smirked.

Scott was on his third beer and flat out drunk. "An' then she... an' then... hey... you know something?"

Col poked him, "Wow, you're almost as much a light weight as Lonnie."

Scott looked at him. "Hey! No poking!" he shoved Pete and fell over.

They watched him crash to the floor. Victor rolled his eyes, "Ok. I officially am cutting you guys off."

"Hey, just because ONE guy can't hold it?" Logan complained. "Just don't give him any more!"

"After you two finish those beers it's over," Victor tossed Scott on his patlet.

Logan grumbled and quickly refilled his beer.

After another hour and a half of party Col wasn't drunk but he was full. "Good party!" he yawned.

Logan nodded and looked around at the sleeping guests. "Yeah..." He seemed to be distracted and edgy.

"What's wrong with you?" Victor looked at him.

Logan shrugged and looked down at his beer. He had been having... nightmares... recently. But these were during the day.

"Well if nothings wrong take the trash out."

Logan looked outside, it was getting dark. "Do I have to do it right now?"

"When else would you do it?" Victor asked, tossing covers on the guests.

"How about tomorrow?"

"Logan."

Logan looked at him with pleading eyes.

Victor rolled his eyes, "Fine, do the dishes," he gathered the garbage to take out himself.

"No, stay inside!" Logan glanced out the window.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I just..." he sighed and grabbed the garbage, going out. And that was the first time Logan actually saw him. He was in the distance, but Logan still felt a bolt of fear down his spine. He dropped the trash and rushed back inside.

Victor grunted as his brother ran into him, "Jimmy!"

Logan whimpered and clung to his brother like he hadn't done since he was little.

Victor sighed, "Ok, I'll do it in the morning. No more beer for you, you're going to bed."

Logan shook his head and let go of him. "I...I can't sleep right now, I'm not tired." He kept looking out the windows.

"Well I am," Victor sighed and took him to the bedroom, cutting the lights off in the front room.

Logan whimpered at the dark and clung to him again, "I... please don't go to bed yet..."

Victor sighed, "Ok, what's wrong?" he turned the light on in the bedroom. His brother was acting very peculiar.

Logan shook his head. "I... I think something's following me! I just saw him outside!"

Victor looked out the windows, even going back to the front and looking out those windows, "I don't see anything. What are you talking about?"

Logan peeked out the window. "He's gone now, but he was there! Watching me! I can feel him sometimes, just watching, and..." He sniffed and shuddered.

"Ok, ok," Victor rubbed his head, "Fine, we'll go to the kitchen and I'll fix you some warm milk, then we'll go to the bedroom and I'll put a light on for you and you can watch a movie. How's that?"

Logan nodded slowly.

"Ok, no more crying," Victor sighed and went to fix his brother the milk and such. Victor didn't understand his brother's sudden terror but it worried him more than his other dangerous habits. Especially since he hadn't been afraid of the dark since he was 5.

Logan wouldn't leave his side at all while his brother was moving. He kept looking over his shoulder and out windows.