Me: *Typing up chapter and ignoring everything else*

Bubbles: I wonder what the title of the chapter means?

Bell: Obviously nothing good.

Boomer: Anyone know why she's ignoring us?

Everyone: *Shakes head*

Bullet: Well anyways, she owns nothing so let's get on with it.

Narrator's Pov:

Well, we know plenty of our lovely heroes, but hardly anything on those that chase them. Let's fix that, shall we?

To explain, and understand, this organization, one must go back to the very beginning of the story.

You all remember when I told of the girls birth?

Well, let's just say that things didn't go as smoothly as their parents had hoped. The village they lived in was run by a very paranoid priest. When he got word that the couple was pregnant, he thought nothing of it, except for possibly mild concern at the child being born in December.

Once the time for her to give birth became near, the priest went to their house and offered to find them a midwife to help with the birth. To his surprise and suspicion, the soon to be parents denied finding a midwife. The priest began to watch the couple more closely and soon devolved into stalking them when the birth was suspected to be within mere days. As the time grew closer the days got shorter and colder, so the priest enlisted the help of his son, a boy of only ten. Let's call him... Luke.

On the fateful night of the girls birth, and subsequent abandonment, it was Luke that saw the five newborns with their fur, feathers, and scales. It was also him that alerted his father to, what he believed to be, the birth of the demons. The father and son followed the new parents all the way to the capital.

When the parents left, the two stalked up to the large basket that held the babies.

Luke, who had been raised to do his best to stamp out evil in the world found a large rock with which he was going to kill the girls, but his father stopped him.

"No son, to kill them now would make us appear the villains."

"But Father, are they not creatures of evil?"

"When they mature they will. But as of now, they are simply newborns and we will not harm them."

"Of course... When will we?"

"I don't know son, I don't know. But I want you to remember their faces and what they look like. When they grow older it will be your job to hunt them down."

I honestly can't say why the priest stopped his son from killing them, but I believe that the priest looked at the five babies that lay sleeping in a basket and felt a shred of pity for them... Or he was an insane man that thought hunting them down when they could defend themselves would be more fun. I'll let you decide.

But true to his father's word, when Luke turned fourteen he hunted down every lead he could find on the five girls. It was on his way back from another bust when he had the idea of starting an organization specifically meant to hunt our favorite heroines down.

Starting the organization didn't take that long. With the help of some other boys and men from his home village, he was off. In only two years, Luke had gained enough followers to send out parties of men to find each girl. As the organization grew stronger, Luke grew smarter, sneakier, and more determined than his father ever believed he would.

But all of this did have one draw-back. The bigger it got the better the girls got at hiding. Still believing that the girls were demons, Luke correctly believed that they were immortal and wouldn't age past a certain point. So he quickly found a bride and had a son, who we'll call James, who he taught how to hunt the girls and run the organization.

When James was old enough he went on a hunting trip to try and draw on of the girls out. It was on the last night of this trip that he saw a lone black wolf, stand against a full moon, like she wanted him to see, and shifted from a wolf to a beautiful girl. In that moment James swore he would find the other four girls like the one he saw that night.

And so the pattern went on for generations, passed on from father to son, each one more determined than the last to find the five demonic girls. As time went on the organization grew so large that only the highest ranking members still knew and understood exactly what they were hunting.

Me: So what did you guys think?

Buttercup: ...You're telling me that because of one time I got a little sloppy, I basically cursed my entire family to be hunted down like wild animals!?

Me: Yep! Pretty much.

Buttercup: I hate you.

Me: Well what did you expect me to come up with at 1 a.m.? Sherlock Holmes?

Buttercup: *Rolls eyes and walks away*