Chapter 1

Neah's POV

Cold. The weather here in Ireland was cold. A soft breeze was blowing against my face pulling me back out of my little daydream. It took a few seconds before I realized that I was atop a tall building. With Moon. Thank God she was next to me. I don't know what I would have done without her. Maybe go on a rampage and murder every person in the building. That does seem like fun. I'll certainly enjoy ripping out their hearts and painting their blood across the walls. A maniacal grin spread across my face as my bloodlust grew stronger. What I failed to notice was my dear sister staring at me with a look full of worry.

"Are you alright Neah?" I turned my face away to hide that evil grin.

"I'm fine" I mumble, trying to control my urges.

Moon had a stern look on her face like she's trying to peer right into my thoughts. Which seemed to be working, because she immediately replied.

"No you're not. You wouldn't have turned you face away if you were. Come here." All of a sudden a comforting warmth spread across me. I relaxed, knowing that I can calm down.

Man, she does give the best hugs. She released me, seeing that I no longer have the urge to murder everyone.

"Let's go." Taking a bit of a run up, I jumped into the air with my sister right behind me.

Adrenaline was rushing through me as the ground was getting nearer, while I tried to position myself for a landing that won't break my bones. I landed with a satisfying thump, glad to not have broken anything. Well, even if something broke , it'll heal in seconds. My adorable sister took a little bit longer, since she has been running down the wall of the building, while I jumped down. Perks of not being a human I guess. Once we both got out of the alley we landed in, I took a little bit of time to take in my surroundings before we headed off to the location we were given by Lucius. Humans, lots of humans. I generally don't mind them too much, but it pisses me off that they live their lives so carefree, not knowing a thing. Taking a left at the upcoming street, I noticed that we already arrived. Odd. I don't remember it being so close.

At least the walk didn't take too long. The building in front of us looked antique. It smelled of rotten flesh and an aroma which I can't quite identify. It smelled kind of like a russian. Assuming that whoever was living here was dead, I barged the door open.

"Can't you at least open the door normally?" is what I hear behind me as Moon walks in.

"Sorry about that, but I could smell dead human. I don't think that anyone would have cared."

"You seriously lack manners, dear brother, you should change that." That comment silenced me.

It was quite dark in here, but that isn't a problem for me. It was for my sister though. I guided her up the stairs before entering the disgusting smelling room. At least there was a light switch up here. Moon was more of a detective than me, so I let her through to examine the corpse. It was in a pretty bad shape, I have to admit.

"Limbs broken and bent in weird angles, and a single gash probably originating from a blade of some sort, same as the previous victims."

I could have probably done better than the killer. Just as I was about to mention this aloud, we heard someone entering the building. My sister was barely able to cover the body up before an elderly woman entered the room. She's your average old woman, grey hair, glasses and the sort.

"Who are you two!?" she asks in a husky voice.

"We're detectives. We are here to investigate. Please step outside the room." Moon made a gesture with her hand to support her statement while ushering the woman out.

"W-why should I leave my own property at the order of strangers? I won't." Her face started paling for some reason.

She must've noticed the blood and the poorly covered body. "I-it can't be. Oh my god." She then dropped to the ground unconscious.

"She's seen to much." I jumped at her with the intention of of plunging a hole into her stomach, which I did before my sister could stop me.

I look at her with a warm smile, the blood of that woman on my face, completely ignoring the mess next to me. Once again turning my attention onto the fresh corpse, I lifted my arm with a slight chuckle readying myself to sever her limbs out of pure enjoyment. Just as I was about to bring my arm down, I felt Moon's hand grabbing my wrist, preventing me from having fun. She looked at me with a sad expression. Then it hit me. My eyes widened and tears were on the brim of bursting out of my eyes.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" I was on my knees holding onto Moon, tears flowing freely down my cheeks.

Moon's POV

He was holding onto me, crying his heart out. Seeing him like this, it hurts. Why did our father have to tell him about magic? Neah could have lived a peaceful life, making friends and eventually having a family. But thanks to our father Neah became aware of his abilities. He was hunted down by the sanctuaries, despite my pleading for them to stop. Once captured they tortured him without end. No matter what I tried, they didn't stop. Until Neah snapped, breaking free and murdering everyone in his sight. Thankfully I was able to stop him. Noticing that Neah had calmed down, I untangled myself from my brother.

"Come on, let's go. There's nothing here." "Actually, I'm smelling a scent that might be the killer's. Let's follow it." I looked at Neah with surprise, because I didn't expect the killers scent to still be around.

My brother was heading towards an open window with me right behind him. Looking back at me before he jumped out I noticed that he seemed to be concerned about something. I quickly ruled that thought out. My brother was a psychopath, he's the most careless person in the world.

Valkyrie's POV

We were walking down the street leading to the house where the murder was supposed to have happened. It was a quiet street, there were almost no cars on the road, and most buildings were unoccupied. Makes me wonder why an elderly couple would live here. Well only the woman now, since her husband is dead. Good thing she wasn't coming back until tomorrow. Coming closer to the old looking house, I noticed the door was kicked in, and so did Skulduggery.

"Seems like someone else got here first. And whoever they are, I think you could be great friends with them." The skeleton detective turned his head towards me, the glyph still active to show a fake face.

"What makes you think that?" I looked at him and replied,

"They, by the looks of it, enter buildings in the same fashion as you do." Skulduggery sighed in defeat and entered the building.

The inside was dark, and dust covered the furniture. Odd. There was a single light in a room up the stairs that was switched on. Skulduggery pulled out his gun while I prepared myself mentally, as we quietly walked up the stairs and entered said room. The sight was a gruesome one. The victim had a cut throat, and his arms and legs were bent in the wrong directions. I scanned the room, my eyes fixing themselves on a second corpse.

"Isn't that the wife!? She isn't supposed to be here, and more importantly, I thought she was alive!" I walked up to her corpse, careful to avoid any puddles of blood.

"She must've died recently. The corpse is fresh. Which makes me think our "friend" must have killed her." Skulduggery kneeled down beside her.

It didn't look like any weapon I know would have caused that wound. What could've? I looked up.

The window in the room was open. I pointed at it, and Skulduggery immediately knew what I meant.

"We'll follow the trail, I just want to confirm something." He pulled out that rainbow dust stuff, and sprinkled it across the room.

Then something really weird happened. The dust turned pitch-black, with hints of bloodred. I've never seen that before. Out of curiosity I asked,

"What does that color mean?" The only reply I got was,

"Trouble."

Plague's POV

Why did I have to do it? Don't ask me. Shiver gives the orders these days. And when I say gives orders I mean, "Get it done or you're dead!" I swear one of these days he's getting a shadow up his...Nevermind.
Anyway I was standing on a warehouse rooftop listening to the screams of "The Beserker" trying to change form. It was faint but louder than usual. My last episode hadn't gone well. My Girlfriend Alix Thorne was almost killed. Our relationship is hanging from a thread, no thanks to Shiver. I'm telling you, he's got her wrapped around his finger, and she adores him. His methods, his power and for some reason his hair.

I was sent here to get a job done. These two Nags have been bothering Shiver for a while now. A Hitman like me has never failed a mission for his "Shiverness". One I knew was an Insane and he had reputation worthy of mine, but what really bothered me was that the girl with him was his sister. If they had "The Bond", things could turn out really ugly. I took out my earphones and and put on a song. Pumped Up Kicks, which was a great song to relax to. I still had about an hour before that Insane and his Sherlock Holmes sister turn up. I have always had a grudge against Insanes. 2 reasons why I say that:

1. One blinded me when I was 12
2. They aren't the best of company

I rarely get to kill them which is why I was so excited for this mission. Suddenly he was there. Tall, handsome and an overall jackass. I popped out my earphones and vowed mockingly,

"Your Shiverness" I said, still bowing.

He glares (he rarely did anything else)

"Be careful Wraith! Just because your the second most powerful Sorcerer in the pack, doesn't give you the right to mock the Alpha."

"Of course." I said, straightening up.

"They'll be here in 45 minutes. Be ready"

"I noticed." I murmured.

He knew I didn't like him. And I knew before him that he disliked me likewise. Your typical dream team.

"Where's Alix?" I asked without looking at him.

"Out." He said shortly

"Out? Like out, out?" He nodded.

"With whom?" I asked furiously.

"With me. A friendly chat. Away from work. You know?"

"No I don't!" I growled. This wasn't the first time he'd asked Alix to a "friendly chat". I didn't usually mind but she's gotten more and more distant from me. I rarely saw her without him breathing down her neck. I made a mental note to officially break up with this girl.

"I should be getting back now." Shiver said.

"Yeah you do that!" I snarled.

"Better get this job done or I'll-"

"Kill me? Fire me? Face it Coldplay you can't threaten me!" He glared at me (did I mention that he does that alot?).

He didn't like my references to his name, even though it earned him a lot of attention, but I guess he's not the one who wanted it.

"Be seeing you." doing the Eye and Hand greeting. And just like that he was gone.