The light emitted from the fire casted an orange glow to his snow white hair and a dangerous glint in his raptor like gaze as he took in the scene.

Police and fire department scrambled around, like chickens with their heads cut off, trying to contain the blaze.

The figure chuckled from a top a surrounding building but stopped when his coat pocket started to vibrate. He didn't need to read the name on the I.D. to know who it was.

"I'm here, what more do you want Reynard?" His voice nonchalant.

"Find the Marking. Then track the Reaper. I trust that one such as yourself can handle this directive, eh Mathias?"

Mathias held his tongue.

"Of course, with my skills I can see why you're not undertaking this errand."

He turned back to the flames, enjoying the heat on his face.

There was a snort on the other line.

"Just bring him in alive."

The line went dead.

Mathias put the cellular device back into his pocket and went to work.

I googled every name that the sucker, Warren, mentioned. Editorials and pictures loaded on to the page. I tabbed through each one. So far each one was involved in some sort of physical activity. I have no idea if this is important but it's the only connection that draws them together.

Daphne Garret

Age: 15

Affiliation: MMA

Lucas De Silva

Age: 17

Affiliation: Wrestling

Eidel Montoya

Age: 19

Affiliation: Archery

Samuel Campbell

Age: 19

Affiliation: Kendo

Side Note: Swords

In all the pictures posted they had the same cheerful and ignorant grin of a norm.

I rubbed my tired eyes. The monitor light was starting to hurt from just staring at it. Dammit.

I looked back and type another name into the search engine. I knew it wouldn't show up but I'm sadistic like that.

Arianna Makenna

The internet couldn't find anything (shocker) and I know that if in typed in mine it would give me the same results. Rian made sure of that. He was always the paranoid one. Too bad he's dead now.

The living room clock chimed letting me know another hour has passed since I've gotten home.

Dammit. After all that work.

I'm going to have to go out again tonight. I try to muster a plan but thinking was too much work.

My poor brain. Functioning was getting difficult.

Clumsy clatter came from upstairs that made me pause my self-pitying.

Heavy footsteps migrated around the room above me then padded to the bathroom.

I copied and pasted everything, including the URL to a word document.

Just to be safe. Technology has screwed me over before, not going to give it another chance to.

I glanced at the clock. It was 7:30 A.M.

"Morning Arista." My brother greeted me as he entered the kitchen.

I looked up from Shutting down my HP P.O.S. I didn't even hear him come down the steps.

He wore his red Kansas City Chiefs t-shirt and a pair of worn black sweats. I looked down trying to remember what I threw on after the shower. Well what do ya know, a white tank top and a navy blue pair of sweats?

"Morning Aries." I closed the laptop and yawned stretching in the chair. He grabbed the coffeemaker and started doing his morning routine.

And he whistled the entire time.

I stared at him trying to comprehend why he was such a morning person.

My brother makes up for what I'm not. One of those things is positivity. He is the freaking shining star who always has people around him. Whereas I try to avoid others like they have the plague.

It's hard to believe we are twin sometimes.

We share the same dark hair and odd purple eye color.

His nose is broader, mines sharper.

I have a heart shaped face. His is . . . I don't know . . . a guy face?

Toast popped out of the toaster and Aries buttered the slices midair. Watching him make breakfast is always entertaining. I yawned, smacking my lips while closing my eyes felt good and the mundane noises as Aries rummaged around were relaxing.

"Here."

I opened my eyes. He was holding breakfast. Hell, I fell asleep sitting up.

I moved my computer to the side as he put a cup of coffee next to a plate of scrambled eggs, hash browns, and toast in front of me.

"Fabulous." I rubbed my eyes with one hand and with the other gave him a thumbs up. He ginned back setting a place out for him across the table.

"So when did you crawl out of your room? It's a Christmas miracle to see you this early in the morning."

I roll my eyes as I finish a bite of eggs. Ooh yummy he put cheese in them!

"Who says I've been to bed yet?" I take a drink of the coffee.

He gives me a look.

"What?" I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

He sighed handing me the rustic moose napkin holder decoration the table.

"School starts soon."

I took one and wiped my mouth, leaving it crumpled next to my plate.

"You're seriously going to nag me about this?"

"Schools important."

"So are a lot of other things."

"Arista . . ." He gave me a disapproving expression.

"Alright Mom, I'll get some sleep so you can see my off to the bus all bright and cheery!"

He grinned at his victory. "Great! Monday around seven!"

"Bite me." I finish my plate and cup then set them both into the sink.

"Where are you going?" He asks as I head out of the kitchen.

I flash him an overly sweet smile. "Bed."