A/N: Hey everybody! Welcome to my story. My summary probably sucked, but it was obviously good enough to get you to come here, so who knows. Anyway, this is just an introduction, so hopefully, you'll read it, like it, and stay tuned. Thanks for listening!

Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, then you'd be seeing this on T.V. instead of right here.

Intro:

A lone figure crept slowly down the hallway, carrying with him an large envelope. He glanced nervously at the wall around him, constantly peeking over his shoulder. His behavior was somewhat like that of an oversized rat, wandering a bit to close to a sleeping tabby. He came to the end of the hallway, halting in front of a large door. He saw a large shadow looming over him, and he whirled around, clutching the envelope as is he were prepared to give his life to protect it. There was no one there. There were no objects, no furniture in this room, and there was barely any light, but the shadows still danced along the walls The wind whistling outside taunted him, daring him to run. Shaking slightly, he cursed himself for being so afraid. He slowly turned back to the door. Taking several deep breaths, he tried to mask his fear as best he could. He reached forward with a sweaty, slightly shaking hand, and gently turned the doorknob. He tried to stall as long as possible, trying to be absolutely silent, but winced at the sudden creaking sound.

"What are you waiting for?" The voice came from inside the room. It was a voice that would give the bravest of men shivers, and cause their blood to freeze in their veins. Cold and cruel, it was not unlike the unbearable screeching of nails on a chalkboard. The man scurried hastily inside, shutting the door behind him.

He found himself in a spacious room, luxuriously furnished, with the only light coming from a fireplace on the far wall. He figured that this was some sort of study, based on the rows of bookshelves lining the walls. In front of the fireplace, there was a comfortable but elegant looking chair, and an ornately carved wooden desk. The desk with littered was piles of papers, with a high tech looking computer on the far side that didn't quite fit with the decor. Among the papers, there were news clippings, charts, and maps, as well as a few blurred photographs. It appeared as though whoever had been looking through the papers had thrown them down in frustration, and that they had been there for some time. The chair however, was occupied, but whoever was there was looking into the fire, with their back to the door.

"Did you get it?" The man jumped slightly as he was jolted out of his daydream. He suddenly remembered the envelope he still held in a death grip.

"Y-yes master." The man cleared his throat quickly, hoping that it would stop his voice from shaking. "It was delivered this morning."

"Perfect." The mysterious figure then made a sound, that sounded like a quiet chuckle, but it wasn't the joyful sound that is normally associated with laughter. Anyone hearing this sound would get an instant feeling of impending doom. It was something from which nightmares were formed, and put fear into the hearts of many.

"Put it on the floor." The man gently placed the envelope on the floor, and stepped back quickly, as if fearing that it might explode. "Now get out of my sight." He fled, but as quickly as he wanted to get out of the room, he closed the door softly, not wishing to anger his master.

"Pathetic slave." The mysterious figure continued to speak, although he knew there was no one in the room. "Loyal while I have power, but gone the second there is no longer a chance of reward. All I have over them, is their fear of death. But now that I have this final piece of information, my long awaited game may finally begin. My new right hand man will be loyal beyond belief." The figure moved to his computer, and began typing. The man chuckled again, and continued talking to himself. "Yes, the final piece has been set up for this tragically realistic game of mine." He continued to type, emphasizing the final press of the button. "Your move..."

Well, that's it for now. Theres lots more to come, so I hope you liked it. You guys all know the drill by know, right? If not, you have to READ and REVIEW! I need opinions to make this better! You're only hurting yourself by ignoring me!