Note: Thanks to those that have read the prologue. And for the one review I got, thanks!! Makes me excited and inspired to keep on going. So here it is, the first chapter.

Chapter 1:

The engine was turned off once Kyle was sure that his vehicle was parked, now on the side of the road. Pushing his door opened, he rushed to Mila's side to help her out. They did not hit anything which was a plus. However, something had hit another car earlier on. At least, that was what Kyle deducted by the smoke that was still fresh coming from the car that remained turned onto its side in the center of the road.

Looking around, the ex-cop tried to see if any other cars were coming their way to where both Mila and he stood. It seemed that only they were the ones upon the road at that very moment. And there was no sign of the one that had to be responsible to the car that was turned onto its side.

Mila bit her lip as she pushed herself carefully towards the direction of the destroyed vehicle, one of the wheels slowly coming to a halt from a rough spin. "Mr. Hy….Kyle, is there someone inside?'

"I don't know, I don't see anyone…" Kyle pushed around the vehicle and knelt down. There did not seem to be any fluid leaking, so there was a big chance that the vehicle was just going to just suddenly explode on them. Looking around him again, he saw nothing that showed that another vehicle was there. No tire tracks, no car parts from a sudden collision, or anything.

"Nng…" The sound alerted both Mila and Kyle, the two of them rushing towards the other side of the vehicle. "My leg…" The voice came forth again. Kyle gently pushed Mila to the side and took to shifting away some of the torn up vehicle. Finding a leg, Kyle gasped.

"Shit, he's stuck under….I'm sure his leg's broken." Kyle looked around and frowned to see Mila taking many steps back, her hands over his mouth. "It's alright Mila…we'll get him out of there."

"Agh…nng…shit.."

"Hang in there, I…I have to flip the car in order to get you….Mila, help me on this side." The ex-cop pushed himself to the side of the top part of the car. He had to push it back upon it's wheels, the leg peeking out towards that side of the vehicle. If he took to the other side, Kyle would chance amputating the leg.

Nervous about the entire situation, Mila bit her lip and moved over to the side that Kyle was at. This man needed their help, and knowing Kyle, the man she had been traveling with would want some answers to what the hell was going on. Pale hands pushed against the front of the car at the other end, Kyle standing adjacent to her.

"On three…"

Mila nodded and took to readying herself.

"Three….two…..one..nng." Hyde began to push his weight against the vehicle, as was Mila who let out soft breaths. The two continued until they were able to gain enough momentum, the both of them crying out as they pressed against the vehicle. Soon enough, the vehicle made a slight roar sound as it took to tumbling back onto its wheels, the car lopsided from how it was forced onto its side.

The leg flopped a bit, but the one inside could still be heard grunting. That was a good sign right there. At least the man within was still alive. Taking to a big sigh, Kyle moved to the side where the man was, opening up the vehicle. Of course, the door was a bit tricky at first, the side smashed into the front and the like. After a few moments of bashing at the side door, Kyle was able to get it open. The man within cried out in slight pain from the jerky motions given to the vehicle thanks to Kyle's harshness.

"There. Man, who did this to you?"

The man inside had a nasty cut on his temple, and was bruised up from head to toe from the entire collision. His left leg was twisted, but the other one looked fine. The question almost did not register within his mind, his gaze falling upon the young woman. However, it was not the woman in general that caught his attention the most.

"That…bracelet."

Mila quickly hid her hand from the man, hiding it behind her. She had first thought that maybe the man knew of her for some reason. Perhaps hoping that this man knew of her father. But it seemed he was more interested within her bracelet. Turning to stare at Kyle, eyes widened.

"That bracelet? You know of it? Forget it, we need to get you out of here and I want answers. Who did this to you?" Kyle pushed into the vehicle and started to carefully pull the man out of the vehicle. "And most of all, who are you?" Kyle forced the male to move an arm about his shoulder, the ex-cop using a good deal of his weight to force the seemingly young man out of the vehicle.

Mila took a step back, at first, only to move to the other side of the male that Kyle was holding, taking to helping Kyle in holding the man. The one who was being held easily shifted an arm over the young woman's shoulder and limped away with the both of them towards Kyle's vehicle.

"Explain on the way to the next city. There isn't anything you need from that car is there?"

There was a bit of silence for a small moment, only for the male to finally start speaking once he was settled within the working vehicle.

"No, nothing's in there now…"

"What do you mean?"

"I had a package, something I was supposed to be delivering. But, that madman, I didn't get a good look at him, came busting into my car. The car was upside down earlier with a roll of my car. Some man in a coat came and wretched the package and left me here. I thought I could get out and stuck a leg out to do that. Then that madman took to hitting the car again and sent the car on it's side…Shit, I think it's broken."

"No cussing, a lady's present."

"I heard you cussing earlier…feh."

Kyle sighed at this and thought over the situation.

"The name's Eric Nash. I'm a delivery guy so to say. I gained a package from that town over there, where I'm assuming you came, and was on my way to the next."

"That car that hit you, did it come this way?"

"Yeah, it came the same direction I was going. I figure he's going to the next city too."

Kyle narrowed his gaze curiously. No, I should stop thinking of such things. I'm not a cop anymore. I have to just get this guy to some hospital in the next city. Once we are done with that, Mila and I can continue our vacation. What a way to start it though.

Mila could tell that Kyle was thinking to himself again and turned to stare at the man in the back. The young man, Eric, seemed to be around her age, and was not all that bad looking as she stared at him. Eric gasped and smiled at the young woman.

"I'll be alright I think. No need to worry about me pretty…"

Her cheeks flared at this and quickly turned around and stared forward. Kyle sighed at this and sent a glare towards the man in the back, figuring he might be flirting by the single title Eric had given to Mila. "Let's just get going." Kyle muttered as he put the car back into gear and started from the area. He would also alert the local police about the wreckage.

"That bracelet…"

Kyle almost swerved as he as instantly reminded about what had caught his interest earlier during his meeting of Eric. Mila gasped and almost hit Kyle by the slight shift of his hand. Grumbling at this, he narrowed his hues, keeping the vehicle steady this time. "What about it? Why are you so interested in that?"

"My father made those things. It caught me by surprise because I didn't think that someone else would have one. He died after selling one of that kind to someone. That was awhile back though. My pops died a good three years ago."

"Three years ago." Kyle wondered what all of that was about. Three years ago? That was when Bradley and Kyle split up, so to say. Why was everything always reminding him about that day? He was supposed to be on vacation and had Mila along for the ride. Maybe he should get back into contact with Ed and Rachel. Maybe Ed could figure out something about this Eric Nash's father. No, I'm doing it again. I swear. Why can't I do this vacationing thing?!

"He'll be resting in room 378 after the surgery they just took him to alright?"

"Thanks." Kyle responded to the nurse and moved to the waiting area of the ER. "They are going to take him to the third floor once the surgery is taken care of. You hungry?"

Mia shook her head and studied Kyle's pacing manner. She wondered if Kyle was deep in thought and this caused her to sigh.

"Come on, let's go find a hotel and take our vacation here. I already alerted the local police about the crash he was in. Why are you looking at me like that?"

Mila was staring at Kyle in a slight bitter sarcasm, only to deviate her gaze. A sigh left Kyle at this. "Fine fine, we'll wait here until that Nash guy is ok. That what you want?"

Her eyes lit up, this causing Kyle to sigh. Of course it was. Mila was a sweet natured girl. She had to be worried about the young man's condition. Kyle would respect that. Looking around, he noticed one of the phones and sighed. "Wait here, I'm going to make a phone call." Mila nodded at this, Kyle sighing as it seemed that Mila was being silent for some reason. Perhaps she still was not completely used to speaking with anyone as of yet.

Moving towards the payphone, Kyle popped in a few coins and took to dialing that number that usually got his fingers going. Pressing his back against the wall, he kept a stare towards Mila's direction, his gaze softening. The young woman was worried, he could tell. "Come on Rachel." The phone continued to ring, which was odd as Rachel usually answered it after a good couple of rings and it was usually on cue. And if it was Ed, he would have picked up by then as well. However, only the ringing sound continued to fill Kyle's ears. "Strange. I guess they are both not in." Hanging up the phone, he started back towards Mila.

The phone's ring cut off within the darkness of that very office of the Red Crown. Papers littered the office, a chair upturned. Sprawled upon the floor, the body of a man. The tag with the male's name had fallen to the floor a good distance away from him, the name Ed Vincent upon it. The door was opened widely, a high heeled shoe left behind as well as a pair of glasses. There was some sort of struggle. Where was Rachel? And why was Ed Vincent upon the floor? Kyle's employer was no longer living, a knife piercing him from the back.