Okay, there is swearing in this chapter just encase you don't like that stuff, although why would you watch misfits if that was the case? Anyway enjoy!

Jake narrowed his eyes, watching with anger as Simon rounded the corner and disappeared from view. He glanced towards the others, they had missed his look of hate. Good. He needed them to trust him, in particular he needed Kelly to trust him. She had the most information. Apparently anyway. He had wanted Simon to trust him as well but he doubted that would happen, Jake had noticed the suspicious looks. Alisha obviously thought that he had a crush on Kelly or something, but Curtis seemed unaware. He decided that starting a conversation might help ease the tension that had been formed between them. Was it because of his appearance, did they know why he was here? Or was it something else?

"So, what did you guys do?" He asked, faking casual interest, although he never knew what information he could get from this simple question. Alisha was quick to answer as if she was proud.

"Drink driving, it weren't even my thought right" She paused, taking a breath. "I'd lost my license and my mate made me drive…" He stopped listening, bored. He was somewhat aware of the conversation, occasionally nodding to give the oppression he was interested. Once Alisa had finished he turned towards Curtis and Kelly.

"What 'bout you two?"

"Drug dealing gone wrong" Curtis replied, nodding at him and grinning slightly.

"Started a fight in Argos" Surprise, surprise he couldn't help think and he was immediately glad that Kelly couldn't hear his thought like she could everyone else.

"Whats 'bout ya?" he tried not to flinch from the chavy accent, this had better pay off.

"Beat up some dude, didn't like his attitude" He grinned his boyish grin, playing along with the act. At least that part wasn't a lie. Although it was part of the overall lie. They all laughed. His phone beeped and his fake smile turned into a very real frown. He muttered something about a private call that he needed to answer and walked off near the river where no one else was. He retrieved his phone from his coat pocket and flipped it open.

"Hello,"

"How is it going, do they trust you yet?" the cold voice creeped him out, yet lured him in. It was very seductive and convincing, one of her many talents he guessed.

"They are starting to, except for one of them, he's named Simon" He replied trying to sound optimistic, he didn't want her to think he was failing her. There was a long, unsettling pause. "Hello? You still here?"

"What is this Simon doing?" He couldn't pick up the emotion in her voice, it was hidden beneath the hard monotone.

"Something, don't know what. He disappeared rather suddenly, I sensed another, didn't recognise them though" he explained.

"hmmm, anything else? Find out any trace?"

He shock his head automatically, before realising she couldn't see him.

"No. There is some sort of tension between the group but I don't know if it means anything." He breathed realising he had been talking faster than normal. "Why are you calling me, I told you I would keep in touch. Is there something more important?" he asked, thinking back to the deal he had made with her.

"I needed to make sure, time is ticking away." He raised an eyebrow confused, but before he could even think to question she hung up. He sighed, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. Well, back to work.

She held the phone to her ear, listening to the buzzing it made, it was soothing, calming almost. She lowered it very slowly. She pressed the numbers that were familiar too her. It begun to ring, she turned it onto loud speaker. It kept ringing for several minutes before she received an answer.

"What?" The deep voice growled, and she smiled.

"Found out anything to report?" She asked. She noted the long pause, unusually for him.

"No" He finally stated, and it almost sounded believable.

"Very well, do report when you find something" She concluded, ending the conversation.

She felt a presence beside her, she turned her head slightly. She smiled at Craig, and he smiled back. Why was it that everyone trusted her with one smile? Such foolish behaviour. She leant into the muscular body, feeling the long scar that was cut deep into his face. She moved apart from him, running her tongue over her teeth.

"Track his phone, I want to know where he is going, and I want you to follow. Don't reveal yourself unless you have too"

Craig nodded, smiling at her. He walked away, glancing back at her every so often. She reflected on how clever she was, hiring people that weren't like her. People who could break the force field that protected the offspring of the storms. How clever it was to grant them limited access to the powers of her people so as to protect their thoughts, and make them her own personal, unbeatable army. Amazing.

Nathan breathed in deeply, his throat starting to hurt. How long ago had his oxygen been used up? His lungs immediately started to burn and his chest started to close up and tighten around him. Oh fuck! This was so flippin' great! Immortal, how could this get fucking better? His vision blurred and he fell faint, he breathing slowing rapidly till none remained. Just the black void of death to soon awaken.

He watched it get dark urging the night on. He was able to piece together the information from Simon. He needed to get to the graveyard soon before others figured it out. He couldn't trust her, even with the blood promise. She always found a way around it, she did before and her blood still flowed. He tried recalling the promise, he had to find someone immortal and then he would become deputy. He smiled beneath his mask, the first real emotion he had showed that day. There were loopholes in this deal, obvious ones. Maybe this was the day where she would be beaten at her own game. He only had to find this immortal guy, who he guessed was the Irish boy and then his part was done. And if she refused to go through with her part, well then her blood would cease to flow. This was going to be fun, he couldn't wait.

Once nightfall came he bought a Chinese takeaway, stuffing it in his backpack for later, a new pair of men's cloths, for someone of a much skinnier build than him and a shovel from the gardening store. He mounted his bike gripping the shovel tightly. He quickly checked the time on his phone. 9:13, perfect. He had hours of dark to get to work. He cycled at a quick pace, his bike swaying to the side from the miss-balanced weight cause by his equipment. He ignored this. He reached the commentary gate after about ten minutes. He skidded to a halt, his gaze searching over all the gravestones. Of course he couldn't see the names in this light, that wasn't what he was looking for. What he was looking for was an active power heat. He saw what looked like a random splattering of blue paint by one of the graves, freshly dug. He laid his bike on the ground, walking over. It hurt his eyes trying to find enough light to read the name but it was defiantly Nathan Young.

Dirt was thrown up into the air as the shovel struck ground. He piled the earth next to the grave, which if he was right, held a living man. He didn't overwork himself, he didn't stop, but he didn't go fast. He worked at a comfortable pace that one could even call casual, if it wasn't for the situation. Eventually, the shovel hit something solid. The clunk sound echoed through the empty graveyard. He stopped briefly, before bending down to remove the rest of the earth by hand. He inspected the coffin, it was sealed, so no chance of getting out. If he had been like someone else at this point he would be stuck in a difficult situation, but luckily he wasn't like someone else. He gripped the coffin lid, and yanked it open, using all of his strength.

There lay the body of a pale, seemingly dead boy. Nathan Young. He didn't waste time waiting for the Irish guy to come back. He lifted Nathan out onto the ground above. He reached into his backpack and pulled out the Chinese takeaway. It was almost frozen. Oh well, he didn't think someone that had been stuck in a coffin would mind. He noticed the state of the boys cloths. They was muddy, and wet with sweat and he was glad he had brought the cloths otherwise he would stand out too much. The boys hair was also muddy and looked greasy and a little flaky. Too bad he hadn't brought a shower with him.

Nathan gasped for air, his eyes shooting open and he expected to once again choke on the nothingness of the coffin. Instead, he was greeted by the crisp, cool midnight air. He breathed it in greedily, not bothering to think about how he was suddenly out of the coffin. His vision was still fucked, and so was the rest of him actually. He began to cough, the fresh air tickling his sore throat. He tried to sit up, wary encase he hit his head. His head began to ring and he felt his blood flowing properly for the first time since he had died. Oh fuck, never thought I would be in this situation. His body growled and he realised he was extremely hungry, and thirsty. A white paper bag was tossed at him, and he just managed to catch it. He recognised a Chinese takeaway bag. He ripped it open grabbing a curry thing. He popped it open and shovelled it into his mouth, he barely registered the taste. He reached in and grabbed what he realised to be lemon chicken, and although he hated the taste of it, he chewed it rapidly, not wasting a mouthful. He did the same with everything inside the bag, almost choking on a bone, although it wouldn't really matter. Only after he finished did he turn to look at his savoir. Well that movement was wasted. He couldn't see the guy's face, he was wearing a ridiculous orange hoodie and a black mask. He seemed familiar somehow.

"Are you some sort of pervy, corpse rapper?" He exclaimed, and although he was taking the mick part of him was hoping it wasn't true. The orange hood guy ignored his comment, and instead reached into a backpack and pulled out some men's clothing.

"Wear these" the man's rough voice pulled his memory back.

"It's you, the guy who helped me against all that voodoo crap!" he stated eyes widening and he took the cloths reluctantly. "You know It might have been more helpful to help me on the roof! Who are you anyway?" he asked his voice slightly annoyed.

"Just put them on"

"Are you an angel? Do you have a halo under that hood and wings sprouting from your back?" He waited for a response but received none. "Answer me this, do angels have dicks? Is their an almighty dick, that flies in the sky? Ahh, help it's the massive feathered cock!"

The stranger froze, jumping onto his feet. Nathan could see his gaze was scanning the graveyard, but what for he didn't know. Then he heard a crunch behind him and he stumbled ungracefully onto his feet, they ached with stiffness. He turned in a circle looking for the person or thing. This was so fucking originally, strange noises in a graveyard! A man appeared, a long scar ran down the side of his face. The man had pale skin and blonde hair and shining blue eyes. But that wasn't what caught Nathan's attention. The man was holding a gun pointed at them.

Sorry about the rubbish Nathan impersonation, it is hard getting his voice as he is so unique and awesome. Anyway review!