Prologue

A tall woman with a black leather jacket with a black motorcycle helmet that covered her face. She had Prada jeans and wore a pair of black motorcycle boots and was riding a straight black Ducati Diavel. There was nobody else out on the street but her. All of the shops were closed and nobody saw her ride into the forest or so it seemed.

When she went into the forest towards a large black mansion she saw a large male silhouette right in front of her motorcycle. She stopped as he came or in better terms stalked closer.

"So Danya we meet again," the man said as he knocked her off the Ducati with kick to her side.

They both heard the disgusting crack of her ribs as she cried out in pain. He took off the helmet to see an exotic face with long wavy blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Danya tried to get up but the man pushed her down on the earth and stepped on her leg hard enough to snap her tibia.

"It's a shame to have to kill a pretty face like yours,"the man sneered

Danya heard that voice before and he looked so familiar. She had to figure it out for her life. Who was he?

"Who are you?" she asked weakly

"Don't play dumb. You of all people should know who I am!" he snarled

With a gasp she figured out who he was

"Peter?"

" Ha I knew you would figure it out ," he laughed coldly

There were footsteps but not just one there were three. And those three footsteps he feared. Peter knocked out Danya with one final blow to the head. He put her helmet back on her head and ran off.

"Wheeler stop!" cried out a African male