"Hank! Dean!" The red haired man yelled for his sons. Only one came to the call.
"Yeah, Dad?" The brown haired teen asked.
"Where is your brother?"
"He was out practicing archery. He's not very good at it. Why did you want us?" Dean asked curiously.
"There's going to be someone joining us today. Go find your brother and tell him."
"Sure thing, Dad!" Dean walked out merrily to find his brother. Meanwhile, though, Hank was following a beautiful voice. He climbed up the cliff that overlooked the Venture Compound. What came into view was a girl sitting on the ground, her back against the rough trunk of one of the many trees. The song she was singing was Cyclone. The male had heard it before on the radio, but her voice was really good. The girl was about sixteen, a year younger than himself. She had her eyes closed and her long blond curls were brought forward so that they laid against her chest. Her black halter top stopped just above her belly-button and her black mini-skirt held true to it's name. She had arm-warmers on. They were black too, starting just above her elbows and were like a fingerless glove. Her black lipstick matched perfectly with her pale skin, same with her eyeliner and black eye shadow. She wore black, high-heeled boots. A black kitten slept by her side. White wires came from her ears and met with a dark purple iPod. She looked like she was thinking. Hank stood a few feet in front of her.
"Who're you?" The blond girl cracked an eye open. Her eyes were an icy shade of blue.
"Shanasee. Call me Wolfie. You?"
"Hank. Why are you out here?" Wolfie stood up and dusted her butt off. She flipped her hair behind her and it curled down her back, the same color as pure gold.
"Why are you out here?" Hank looked at her, confused.
"Archery. Wanna see?"
"Sure." The teen boy looked around and spotted a goose. He shot at it, but fell on his butt in the process. "Ouch. That was just pitiful. Watch me." Hank got up and handed the bow to the girl. She looked it over. "It's beautifully crafted. Where did you get it?"
"Our old body guard, Brock." Wolfie stood on the very edge of the cliff and looked around. She pulled the arrow back and looked like she was about to shoot it. Suddenly, she spun on her heel and shot at something in the woods. There was a cry and a thud. The girl's eyes widened and she took off into the woods. Just beyond the tree line, a man with an 'H' on his face rolled around on the ground, holding his arm. Wolfie knelt next to him and calmed him down. She looked at his arm. The arrow was protruding from it.
"Oh shit. I'm so sorry! I thought you were a bear. Okay. This is going to hurt." She said gently and took the shaft of the arrow in her hand, getting as close as she could to the arm. "Ready?"
"No." The man squeaked.
"Oh well." With one swift move, the blond tugged the arrow out of his arm, threw it behind her, and pressed down on his arm. "Hank! Get me cloth. And hurry!" Hank tugged his shirt off and threw it to her. She wrapped it around the man's arm and pressed on it. "There. Keep pressing on it." Wolfie helped him stand up. A few feet away, a man watched the girl contently.
"Atta girl." He mumbled and took off after his partner.
"Who was she? A mistake?"
"Her name's Shanasee. Consider her a mistake? No. Never. The real mistake was leaving her..."