It was like a corridor, a huge one at that. Deep down, almost to the pit, souls could be found, burning- being corrupted- one after another, gathered over centuries of death and murder, each corrupting the next.

"Can you feel the darkness in the air; the power untouched and un-tempered?" A man said in a manner that would scare the Devil. He stood almost a thousand feet above the pit on a cliff, looking over all the souls. He glanced over his shoulder, his face hidden in the shadow of his hooded black cloak. "Can you feel the want and pain of all those destroyed souls?" He asked again.

This time, a man- Or, rather, a boy, probably no older than sixteen- walked out of the shadows, his face and body covered by a black cloak. The boy just stood there, not answering, waiting for the man to continue.

"18?" The man said, turning around so his back faced the boy. Wings, black as night, could be seen sprouting from the man's back. Still, the boy stood there, waiting to hear what was to be said. "I have an assignment for you." He said, turning towards the pit. Holding out his hands, an orb slowly unraveled out of the air, glowing a deep purple. Pictures and people and things of that non-since could be seen as if it was searching for something or someone. "We need one more soul. this one is going to be a little difficult, though, unlike most of the others, this one you are going to have to get close to, and when it's time you catch it by the throat!" the man said, not moving the orb still zooming over a thousand things and a thousand faces.

"Who, master?" The boy asked, watching the orb. He watched as the orb jumped from face to face, house to house, stopping on street signs and road blocks, name tags, over and over again, just not wanting to come to an end. Not blinking, moving, or even breathing as he watched it come to a slow stop, the glowing purple orb now at rest on the face of a girl probably no older than him.

"Her name is-"

"Katari!" Mr. Burnsteen yelled.

The girl of about fifteen- at the most- jolted up in her seat. She had dark brown hair that hung a little lower than her shoulders, her sapphire eyes wide. She had pale skin. She wore a black shirt supporting a band's concert and dark blue jeans.

Now she was wide awake and fully aware of what was going on. She looked up at her fat, disgusting teacher. "Yes sir." She said quickly, trying to hide the drowsiness in her voice.

"Ms. Katari, what did I say about sleeping in class?" He exclaimed.

Once again, like always, she shrugged, looking at him defiantly.

"Do it at home!" He said, now yelling at her for the third time in a row.

Now suddenly bored with the conversation, she looked away from her joke of a teacher to look outside while he tried to give her a lecture on how it is important to sleep at home and not at school and some other things like that.

I wish I could do something else. This is all just a joke. She thought, wishing for some sort of adventure to come into her life. Anything, I swear, just anything would do.

She watched the trees sway with the wind and the leaves of fall fly away in almost an endless dance of death to the ground. She watched, feeling like she was meant for something far beyond her regular daily life. Like she was destined for something greater- Even if it sounded a little cheesy. She sat there, thinking something was different, like something was watching her.

A gust of wind tore away all the leaves on one of the high branches- it happened so fast! She stared at that spot, seeing what looked like a person in a black cloak and hoodie standing on the branch, looking down at her, then the wind blew again, a few leaves flying in front of them with grace. Then, as quickly as they had appeared, they were gone. She looked around the room, hoping to see if someone else had noticed, but they were all to busy with the shitty lesson to have seen what happened.

Should I say something...? No, no one will believe me unless they saw them, and it seems no one did. She thought to her self. Looking back out the window, the leaves again blew against the wind. She stared at the spot, hoping to see the person again. Nothing… She thought, looking down at her hand in disappointment.

"Is this what insanity feels like?" She whispered under her breath so no one could hear her. The final bell rang, telling students to get the fuck out, or at least that's what they all think. Standing up, she grabbed her things and walked out the door, ignoring a certain fat teacher who probably wanted to speak to her after class.

The boy in black watched from a distance, knowing he had been spotted already, before he wanted to, which was bad, but he was going to find away to turn it in his favor. Even now he watched her walking home, watching her miss her bus. Something about her makes people walk away. I even watched her try to say hi to another girl, only she to insulted her and walked away. He thought, walking behind her. Yes, she would occasionally look back, but he would make sure he jumped into a nearby tree or bush before she could see him.

Sure, it had been a lousy day with teachers complaining and students complaining. It had been an utterly boring and uneventful day, or at least that was what Katari was trying to tell herself. Just, she couldn't get that mysterious person out of her head, and through her whole walk home, she felt like someone was watching her.

You're just paranoid. She told herself as she took out her keys and walked up her drive way.

It's getting late. She thought, sitting at the kitchen table, eating her instant ramen.
Usually you would think mom got home by now. Looking outside, she saw the moon's ghastly light now shine through the black clouds, street lamps lighting the street and sidewalk outside. She wasn't paying attention until she felt the feeling of someone watching her and studying her. Slowly, but gradually, she lowered her head till she saw what she thought she imagined earlier that day. The person in the black cloak and hoodie stood on the side walk in front of her house, not moving.

It's them! Was all that went through her mind as she stood up suddenly and ran out the front door. She ran down her drive way and stood in front of the mysterious figure, slightly out of breath.

He watched as she came running down the driveway. Probably wants to know who I am. The thought brought a smirk to his face. Finally reaching the bottom of her driveway, she stood before him, catching her breath quickly so she didn't sound nervous or scared.

"Hey, you were outside the classroom window earlier today, right?" She asked, curiosity came out with her voice. The boy stood there, looking at her. She knew this had to be the person outside the window. It just has to be the mysterious figure. She kept telling herself. The boy could tell she was in deep thought about something so little. Once again the smirk came across his face, just to be hidden from her by the cloak.

Spinning on the heel of his foot, he turned around, walking away. The girl was brought back to reality by the mystery person's sudden movement. "Could you at least tell me your name?" She pleaded, trying to grab his arm so he couldn't leave just yet.

The mystery person stopped in their tracks and she knew she was going to get an answer to one of her questions at least.

She watched as the person took out what looked like a white card and threw it at her and it easily flew into her hands, making her shiver a little at how they could do that. She watched as the figure stepped into the road and crossed it, not turning around.

ERRRRRRRRR! Brakes squealed as a car flew around the corner.
She didn't have time to react, but he did. Suddenly, a sword about the size of him was in his hands. She watched as the sword came down, a golden glow following the sword like it was coloring the wind it touched. Although, as he swung his sword down, the golden color started to flicker into a red and orange wave of power almost like it was FIRE. The fire flew from the sword and at the oncoming car. She watched as the car suddenly went through him.

NO! She thought. It had gone around him, two whole parts of the once one pieced car was cut in half completely, the edges near the cut glowed red from the heat, and slowly but surly died down. He swung the sword in a circle on his right side and slid it into its sheath on his back.

She was utterly stunned. Whoever this was, was powerful, she now knew that for sure. Just as she was about to say something, darkness crept into her vision and she fainted.

The sun bled through the window onto the furniture and onto the face of a sleeping girl under her covers.

Katari. The name rang out through the room. The voice she couldn't recognize, but could tell she knew where it came from. Her eyelids twitched. Even though she was sleep, she could here the voice deep in her consciousness ringing out. She slowly opened her eyes, her hand clutching something, making her knuckles white.

She slowly unclenched her hand. She held a card with one word written in bold black ink… Well, actually, it was a name.

Jayce.