The sun's bright and irritating glare in my eyes made me squint in a disgusted way. I always hated it when I left my blinds up, exposing the window the night before. My bed was unfortunately placed right by the window, so, if I leave the window uncovered, I'd end up being blasted in the face with annoying rays of sunlight in the morning. My apartment wasn't the cleanest of them all but it wasn't like I ever had the money to get myself a nice mansion in LA. No, I lived in Huntington Beach in California. It was a scummy slum but I had no choice. I had no money coming in. I had no college degree and no job. I was soon to be kicked out from my tiny, dirty apartment.

I sat up from my bed and rubbed at my burning eyes. I sighed and rose to my feet, stretching my arms above my head, making my muscles cramp in protest. I stay at home almost 24/7. I had no intention of getting dressed into something that would be considered 'public appropriate.' My room was scattered with clothes and various empty ramen packages. The bedroom didn't have a door. Not that it was ever necessary. I lived alone so I never needed a form of privacy in my room. I stepped out of my room and into the rather dank living area that only had an old television set, a banged up coffee table, and a raggedy sofa.

My kitchen was placed on the other side of the living room. It was quite pathetic, my kitchen. The wooden counters were blanketed in dust and most of my cupboards were empty. Only one cupboard had anything in it and it was only filled with various different ramen and one box of Great Value corn flakes. I normally didn't eat breakfast but since I didn't have dinner the night before, I decided I would put together a small bowl of corn flakes and sat down on the ratty sofa where I watched the finale episode of Being Human. Right as I was about to eat the last bit of cereal in my bowl, I was interrupted by a knock on my door.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. No one ever visits me... Unless my landlord is here to kick me out, I thought negatively. I lazily stood to my feet and opened the door wide open, only to be greeted by a black pistol's barrel pressed against the middle of my forehead. My eyes rounded instantly in terror and I stepped back, away from the door. My intruder was a tall man dressed in all black with a hood that shrouded most of his face from view. Only his murderous grin was shown.

"Micah Green, yes?" he said, as he eyed me up and down. I nodded. I was in no position to lie. His grin grew wider, if even possible.

"You're coming with me, girl." Just as I started to walk tentatively along with him, another voice stopped us both in our tracks.

"Drop the gun, Phoenix." It was another man.

"Damn Resistance," my attacker spat through clenched teeth. My eyes immediately fell upon my supposed savior. He was tall, possibly taller than the attacker. He wore a black leather jacket that had its sleeves cut off to expose his muscular arms that were both filled with menacing monster tattoos. His jeans were black as well but his shoes, oddly enough, were a polished white. His shirt under the leather jacket was plain dark blue. His eyes were a beautiful shade of light hazel and his wild hair was ebony black.

"Drop the gun and release the girl. Now," the man commanded sternly. My attacker pressed the barrel even harder against my head, making it start to ache horribly. But, he soon tossed the gun to the floor and turned around to face the man.

"Well, if it isn't Gates," he snapped. "Last time we saw each other was when the girl's mother and father disappeared." I shuffled away from the attacker, and closer to this Gates.

"I don't see a reason to keep you alive." Gates seemed to be ignoring the intruder's monologue.

"Is that a threat, I hear?" the intruder contested.

Gates sighed. "You never learn, do you?" He rose a glistening silver pistol from... seemingly nowhere and pulled the trigger, releasing a bullet and shooting straight through the intruder's chest. The attacker fell to the floor. His face was all revealed now. His eyes were a death-glazed blue and his hair was overgrown to cover all of his forehead. My breathing was heavy and my heart was skipping beats. What the hell just happened?!

"You okay?" I heard Gates ask. I nodded slowly. Physically, I was okay. Mentally, I was scarred for life.

"Good, because we need to get out of here."