This is my first fanfic ever! So, please don't flame me. However, I would love to hear your constructive criticism and, it would help a lot if you can point out any typos I may have missed and help me fix some grammar errors that are probably in here. I'll be adding the second chapter in a little while. I won't have access to the current computer the document is on for a few days so, it will be a little bit.

--Kana

Sand whipped over the smoldering Iraqi sky, the heat beat down on Ama. It must have been 110 degrees. The constant popping of gunfire was always picked up by her attentive hearing. She looked out at the terrorist camp scattered with bodies. The dark side of the war, the side the public never saw was her daily life. Not one man was alive, not one had a bullet wound. Blood was pouring out of their life less mouths, their faces forever contorted in pain. Their eyes were frozen in an expression of eternal terror. Ama was shaking as she saw what she had done. She was covered in their blood.

I killed them all. Why did do they always order me to kill them all?

Ama was now too terrified to stand. She dropped down onto her knees and continued to shake. Then, A blond boy with bright, gray eyes no older than 12, gracefully walked across the sea of bodies. His military uniform was covered in blood. His features were perfectly flawless. Almost as if he were a doll. The boy down next to Ama. He wrapped his arms around her. Ama turned her head towards him. She began to stop shaking. She gazed into his beautiful gray eyes. "Aren, why did we have to become what we are? What made them choose us?"

Aren kissed her on the cheek and spoke softly into her ear, "We were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Don't worry Ama, we will not be slaves forever."

He ran his hand through her blood soaked hair. Ama smiled as a tear ran down her cheek.

Ama looked up at the night sky. She felt the cold Boston air run over her skin. The cold wind was getting into her wounds. She could feel it lowering her body temperature. Her body was alerting her of all of her damage she had suffered but, there was nothing she could do. All of the energy was completely sapped from her. She watched as a pool of her own blood grew beneath her. All she wanted to do was die, all she wanted to do was give up but, she had made a promise. She couldn't die now. She couldn't die here.

Olivia hit the end button on her cell phone and sighed. She was utterly exhausted and not up for one more second of the pattern, John Scott, the FBI, or any other horrible thing the world could throw at her. All she wanted to do was sleep. She figured with all of the loss of sleep, she could probably sleep for days if she had the chance. She reluctantly got dressed, grabbed her keys, and climbed into her suv. She turned on her GPS and began following the directions from her GPS to the location Broyles had given her. Like always, he didn't tell her what they had found. He was just going to let her see for herself. Olivia grabbed her cell phone and called Peter.

He answered in a groggy voice,

"I'm guessing you are calling me to tell me I have to get up, and go somewhere even though it's 1:30 AM."

Olivia smiled slightly. She always loved his sarcastic and witty attitude.

"I'm afraid so."

Olivia told Peter the location and hung up. She pulled up to the parking lot. There were a ton of police cars and FBI suvs surrounding the place. Olivia parked and got out.

She was greeted by Broyles,

"Hello, Agent Dunham. You should come see what we have found."

He continued to talk while he lead Olivia.

"A man was walking through here when he found it lying dead next to the dumpster. He couldn't tell what kind of animal it was. At first, he thought it may have been a big dog from a distance but when he got closer, he found out it was something else."

Broyles lead her through the mass of agents and police officers around the animal she now saw. It appeared to be a tiger with purple and blue stripes, horns and red eyes. It's massive body was sprawled out against the side of the dumpster and it mouth was half open with blood spilling out, revealing a massive set of razor sharp teeth. The smaller teeth were probably as big as her thumb. The animal didn't seem to have any external signs of what had killed it.

Broyles stopped looking at the odd creature and turned to Olivia.

"When will the Bishops get here?"

"They will be here soon. I called them right after you called me. Let's hope no one else saw this thing. We don't want people running to the media with tales of some sort of mythical creature."

Broyles looked back down at the strange animal.

"We haven't gotten any information yet. We just got the call 30 minutes ago. The only thing we do know is that it has been genetically engineered or altered in some way. Our main concern at this point is to get it out of a public area. We also hope Walter may be able to tell us who made this thing, how, and what killed it."

Then, Peter and Walter walked through the crowd of agents. Peter was holding a cup of coffee and looked tired and irritated. He looked down at the strange animal.

"That's not your average house pet."

Olivia then took her eyes off the animal and looked at Peter.

"We think it may be some sort of genetically engineered animal but, we have no clue how or why this thing was made."

Peter turned toward Walter who was facing the opposite direction, playing with a loose string on his coat. As Walter tried to break the string, it just unraveled further and he cursed under his breath.

Peter tapped his shoulder.

"Walter. Come on, have a look at this."

Walter turned around and looked over at the animal. His face lit up with excitement when he saw the animal.

"Oh, this is fascinating. I used to do things like this in my lab but never with this great attention to detail. This is fantastic. I will need this to be brought to my lab."

Broyles looked at Walter and then the animal.

"So, this has been genetically engineered."

"I can find out more about how this animal was made once I run some tests on it's genetic make up. I will also be able to determine the cause of death. I could also use some gummi bears."

Peter sighed and he began to look increasingly irritated by the second.

"Walter, now is not the time for gummi bears. Right now, you need to help them find out about the creepy tiger."

"It's not a tiger! It's obviously been altered enough to be considered another species. Didn't you learn anything at school?!"

Peter glared angrily at Walter.

"Whatever it is, they need help so, you need to get it back to the lab."

"Right."

It ended up taking 15 agents to help get the animal into the back of a smaller cargo truck. The animal almost took up the whole space and must have weighed around 1000 pounds.

Olivia looked around. "I'm going to look around here for a bit. You can head back to the lab with Walter. I'll be there later."

Peter looked over at Walter who was already obsessing over the strange creature as it laid in the back of the truck.

"Nah, I'll help you look around. I really don't feel like listening to Walter babble on about that thing for the next couple of hours. I want to at least save myself a few headaches. One of the agents can get Walter back to the lab. Plus, if Walter learns anything or needs any help, Astrid can cover it."

Olivia was glad Peter was going to join her. It always made her work a lot less stressful and he was always a big help.

"Alright. We should check out the alleys near this parking lot. Maybe someone left some evidence behind."

Then, Olivia and Peter began looking around the area. There were 4 alleys near the parking lot. They had just got done looking through the first one and moved on to the second. Olivia was looking at an odd claw mark in the side of a building. In the dim light, Peter noticed a trail of dried blood. He couldn't figure out why the many agents and cops hadn't spotted this. He noticed the blood continued was getting increasingly concentrated as he got closer. Then, in the dim light he saw the outline of someone lying up against the wall. As he got closer, he saw it was a girl rested upon the side of the building. Blood was all over the wall and the girl was sitting in a large pool of her own blood. She appeared to be around 16 years old and had pretty long blond hair that was covered in blood. Most likely, her own. Her facial features were almost inhumanly perfect. She almost looked like a doll. She was riddled with large bullet holes that were from some sort of high caliber gun. Her clothes were almost completely stained with dried blood. There were very few places on her body that hadn't been shot. Peter couldn't understand why the girl's eyes were closed. She appeared peaceful. Usually, in these types of deaths, the victim eyes are open and their faces are usually frozen in some expression of pain. The bullet wounds looked fresh, she appeared to have been killed recently. Peter immediately ran back to the front of the alley.

"Olivia, I found a body. This looks like a brutal murder too." Peter voice trailed off at the end of his sentence.

Olivia looked at Peter grimly and ran over to the girl with him. Olivia and Peter stopped and Olivia looked at the girl in horror.

"Oh god.."

Olivia already had her cell phone out when the girl suddenly snapped open her eyes.