''This day is now officially crap Jasper. I freakin' swear. I'm utterly exhausted, I'm filthy, soaked from the rain, and I have a meeting tomorrow with my superiors. But hey at least I am finally home.'' I spoke into my blackberry with the last of my strength left in me. I was so beyond tired after working my 12 hour shift. Talking to Jasper always helped though. I could honestly say he was my absolute best friend. Always been a good listener to anything and everything I ever wanted or had to say. ''Well my friend, you're the one who sold your soul to the good old U.S. Government. I can really sympathize.'' He chuckled at his ignorant statement. Jasper was very antigovernment, and in fact had fought with me to the point of a brawl when I told him and my family about me joining the Navy. He acted like I was a traitor or something but deep down I knew he was just scared, but hell so was I. We fought like little boys well except for I was 190 at the time and Jasper was maybe 160. Needless to say, I won. But after a while Jasper got used to it and realized that I was living out a dream of mine and making something of myself.

''Yeah yeah whatever Jaz, no need to be a communist.'' I jabbed at him, knowing that this would provoke a full-fledged history lesson on communism and how terrible it is. Jasper's grandpa had survived Vietnam, so he was very much obsessed. ''BOY! I will hunt down your crappy lil apartment and bust your Naval Ass! How dare you accuse me of being a communist! Better dead than red!'' He screeched through the phone. I laughed uncontrollably at this since Jasper was always such a cool laid back type of guy. I loved messin with him though. Once you got him started, Hell had no fury like a pissed off Jasper. As he continued to scream into my ear, I fiddled with my keys in my bomber jacket pocket trying to find my keychain that always helped me find my keys. Alice, Jasper's other half, had made me a keychain out of a battleship piece that she had pierced a hole through. She gave me the battleship because I never managed to sink hers when we played the game. Gotta love Alice.

It was during the seemingly endless search for my keys that I noticed that my door had scratches around the tumbler. It appeared as if someone had shoved a card in there repetitively in order to break into my dorm room. Shit just got real. ''Jasper, I'm going to have to take a raincheck on you for today. See there is a dark storm cloud on the horizon and Imma need to seek shelter. Copy that?" I used our secret code we had devised back in our high school years of reckless abandon. ''Rodger that! Kick some face in bro! That's an order!'' He understood, and mocked me. ''I'll get you back for that later! BYE!'' I clicked my phone and steadied my breath. Remember training, control the situation. Stealthy, tactical, alert, kick ass. Let's destroy this idiot. I put the key in the lock and cocked it to the side, I heard the tumbler click and I heard something crash inside. Sounded like a pot. This bastard is stealing my food? He's a dead man! I inhaled deeply. Mentally prepared, I proceeded forward. I swung the door open, and heard more crashing on the kitchen floor of my apartment.

I slammed the door shut with my foot and flew into the kitchen like a bat out of Hell. I reached the kitchen and saw a hooded figure with their back to me. Makes my job easier. Thanks douche. I dove for the prick with such skill that a Dallas Cowboy would cry and bashed them to the ground with one swift motion. ''OW DAMN! What the Hell McCarty?" I drew back my fist but stalled upon the words of this ghost reaching my ears. There is no way… But there was. I ripped the hood off of someone I knew all too well. Though whom I saw was the same person from my memory, she didn't seem that way. My jaw hit the floor, for before me was the one and only Isabella Marie Swan. Same old beautiful, but yet she was completely different. Her beautiful dark brown wavy hair was now stark jet black with streaks of bleach blonde, I'd always thought that looked trashy but on her it was this rugged sexy look. Her nose and lip sported studs and her ears each had 4 new holes in them, she even had a cuff on one. Her brown eyes were nowhere to be seen, instead I saw sparkling emeralds looking back at me with rage seeping out of them. The massive amount of makeup on her eyes couldn't take away from the beams of a killer death glare. ''Are you going to get your ginormous ass offa me or are you just gonna squish me? I can't breathe Emmett!'' she screamed with her last breath before wincing.

I rolled off of her and propped myself up on the counter top. She picked herself up off my wood floor and brushed herself off. I gazed over her form making sure there were no bruises or scratches but became distracted. Her body had transformed completely. Her black painted toe nails on her adorable lil feet. Her toned slender calves that lead the way to her gorgeous hips that had finally surfaced. Perfectly rounded before the created the hourglass of her torso. Victoria Secret models didn't have a thing on her toned stomach, was that a belly button ring? Her breasts had nearly doubled in size from their comfy high level a cup to a very near d. Her collar bone was adorned with a funky looking choker, S&M much? A loud abrupt cough interrupted my thought process as she strode over to me, chest redefining itself with each move. ''Get enough eye candy there McCarty? Freakin Creep!'' she jabbed my sternum hard with her boney little finger. I had no idea what to do. What to say. More importantly why was she here? How'd she get here? And just what in the Hell was going on right now?