prologue

(flashback):

beep. beep. beep. those were the sounds I had awoken to. my memory vague; an ear-splitting pain jolting through my skull. I could vaguely remember what had happened, I was walking home from the airport when I heard footsteps behind me, their pace whomever they may be picking up. I start to pick up my pace, not looking back (most people in horror movies look back and end up getting killed, I wasn't planning on being one of those people.)

as I pick up my pace the person or persons behind me picked up theirs. That's when I panicked and ran. But as I started to run I felt a sharp pain in my ankle and that was it, I was down the people... well they wasn't happy. I fount out the hard way.

somewhere in an abandoned barn (present day.)

"please, stop. I want to go home I won't tell anyone please." the innocent red haired girl pleads as the man with chocolate brown eyes and dark hair you would wish to run your hands through, circles her like a predator. about to make his kill.

"I'm sorry darling, I simply cannot do that as I am happy to much fun." he says his smooth british accent. He twizzels the aluminium baseball bat in his hand, then... he swings the back right into the poor girls kneecap.

an ear piercing scream rattled the old abandoned walls.

" I used to play baseball for my old school back in Englan, when I was a dashing teen. but that's not the point, it was my turn to bat and I swung, I hit the ball. the crowd went wild, they starting chanting. ' .Kol.' and do you know what happened?" he asked his eyes now deadly.

"No" the girl cried and sniffed.

"I hit a home run..."

and it all went black... for the poor innocent soul who now had a smashed skull, like someone had just swung to hit and kill. But their aim... to get a home run...

present day. MysticPoliceStation

"aww come on Matt let me do this! I've been training in the academy for months, and all you talk about at home is that your no where near to catching the 'Hitman'. And a little Bird told me that you are questioning the 'Hybrid' for tips in how to find him, and all of your trained officers aren't doing a good gob at getting answers." I pleaded walking after my friend Matt, around the offices of the station.

Matt was one of my best friends since I was young and he was also the officer who was investigating my case when I was attacked by a group of men who were never found, I live with him and my other best friend Bonnie.

"look care, I don't want you involved with this case as much as I think your ready, I just don't want you involved. What if we do ever get close to the 'Hitman' but he figures out and you get your brains smashed?" he exclaimed waving his hands around in his office trying to distract me from the topic at hand.

"Matt, I love you, you are the brother I have never had. But I'm ready and I don't want a boring case I want to be challenged at being an officer, so please I'm begging you let me do this. I know k can do it." I plead giving him my best puppy dog face and fluttering my eyes. It usually works with Matt.

"Fine, I'll send you to the main prison, where most of the worst men and women are, when you get there you'll be sent to Elijah Mikelson. And yes his last name sounds the same as the 'Hybrids' but I'm sure he'll tell you. He will give you the information and files you will need but please for me care be careful with this case." he says a look of concern in his loving bright blue eyes

"I promise Matt thank you thank your thank you!" I practically scream giving him the best hug I could.

Virginia Central Prison.

I walk in the prison and head trait the Elijahs office, showing my badge to the offices who are about the ask about my presence there. Showing my badge silences them which keeps me on my task at hand. I walk down a few corridors then I'm there.

I knock on the door... "come in miss Forbes" a noble voice from within says