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Prologue – In The Shadows
There was an eerie sense of danger in the air as Dr. Lawrence Gaughlin walked down the sidewalk towards his home. It was quiet, and a full moon hung in the air. But despite these factors, and the two Guardians that flanked him, he didn't feel safe at all. He was due to give a speech about Moroi self-defense in two days at the Moroi Royal Court. He knew it was important, but he couldn't quite focus on it at all. Suddenly, his phone rang.
He pulled it out and had a short but fierce conversation, when he put the phone in his pocket, his near guard looked at him. "Something wrong?"
He shook his head, "No. I don't think so. Just another phone call asking me to give up my foolish struggles about Moroi fighting against Strigoi. It's all a load of bullshit if you ask me."
The Guardian chuckled, "Don't worry. People should think twice before messing with you. After all, you have me and-"
At that moment, the other Guaridan, who had been walking at a safe distance approached, "Hey you two. I think we'd better switch up. I can't see shit out here. And you do have better night vision than me."
Just as the first Guaridan was about to aggree, there was a sound, not a loud one, in fact, it was barely audible. It was quiet pinging sound, like someone hitting metal on metal. Then, the second guardian fell over, a neat hole trickling blood from between his eyes.
"Fuck. Move Doctor, stay just in front of me."
As the two of them ran, a figure suddenly dropped in front of them. It was dressed in all black. Black hoodie, black jeans, black running shoes, and black leather gloves. It easily dodged the Guardian's attack and tripped him. As he fell backwards to the ground, there was a flash of light, and the Guardian now lay bleeding from a large neck wound, and the figure held a dulled grey Shuriken.
"Who the hell are you? And what do you want."
The figure responded, "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. My dear doctor, you know very fucking well why I am here. You have thrice refused to give up. And we have been patient. The time for talking is past. Time to die, Doctor Gaughlin."
The voice was quiet, and distinguishing gender was impossible. Not that it mattered, because only seconds later, the figure delivered a quick gunshot to the good Doctor's head.
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