About midnight one November night, if one were to look our their window they would see a girl walking the streets of Evergreen, Colorado. She was a figure to be suspicious of, after all who was out at this hour? She hummed a little tune under her breath while twirling a curl of her hair around her fingers, the rest of the auburn curls were pulled up into two high pigtails. Her boots clicked on the sidewalk with every step, her long, fish-net covered legs leading up to a skirt hugging her hips. She crowned her outfit off with a striped long-sleeve shirt, black jean vest, and leather gloves missing the fingers.

Her attire screamed Harley Quinn and her intentions were just as sinister. Or, they were about half an hour ago. Had someone seen her free hand, dangling at her side, they would have saw she clutched a knife that was coated with drying blood. When the girl-or more appropriately; woman- got to the corner of the block, she paused. She is still humming, rocking back and forth on her heels carelessly. She seems to be waiting for something. Or someone. Up close, they would have seen she had pretty blue eyes and pretty pink lips that pulled back into a not-so-bad smile.

But we're getting ahead of ourselves here. This is much too far into the future. Let us go back to where we truly are.


Ten days ago, Emma and Jeffrey Overlander were just two kids living in an abandoned Orphanage waiting for someone to pick them up off the streets. Ten days ago, a boy was murdered at a party by Jeffrey Woods with his motive of the teen harming his daughter. Ten days ago, all hell broke loose for Annie Brown, her daughter, and the people of Evergreen, Colorado.

Annie sat down with her Precinct's forensic scientist as she brought up digitized photos of what Randy Shaul would look like twenty years aged up. Their technology was not the best, even with advances in computers that day and age. They were a small town with a small budget.

Randy Shaul was a sturdy boy who would have grown up into a sturdy man, broad shoulders and a working man's build. He had fiery red hair as a young man, smallest bit of facial hair in his Junior High school photo, and cornflower blue eyes. Aged up, he looked like a normal man but not one anyone had seen in town. They brought the picture to everyone who had been alive at the time of Jeff's first killings, even people older than that. They all had the same response to the man in the photo.

Never seen him before.

The Chief of Police was at her wit's end, ready to give up and quit the force so that she may move far away from this town and anything having to do with Jeff.

"He disappeared off the face of the Earth twenty years ago," She mumbled to no one in particular. "How does someone do that? How do they just disappear?"

"You can always ask Woods." Glen, her ever-so-optimistic sidekick, was seated on the edge of her desk again, sipping his third coffee of the evening.

"Glen, not in the mood."

The young man set his mug down and raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, I'm sorry. But I'm just trying to take the edge off. This job gets stressful and you're going to have an Aneurysm one day if this keeps up." Much as his joking went, he was stumped himself. He could tell her a hundred different ways how Randy faked his death and switched places with Erin Miles, tell her all the way he fractured the poor kids wrists pinning him down, but when it came to figuring out how he managed to disappear and stay hidden for twenty-plus years he drew up short.

"It's not like he really disappeared," He pointed out. "A kid like that? Probably scared for his life and did all that he thought to do. Change his name probably. Ran away to start a new life. Become someone no one would ever suspect is a fugitive with murder charges-or was thought to be a murder victim."

Annie pursed her lips in thought as Glen rambled on. It made sense for Randy to leave town, go somewhere far away (probably with no intention of coming back) and start anew. It was what she would have done. Changed her name; dye her hair; create a new name; become someone completely different.

He'd become someone else.

Annie suddenly sat forwards in her chair, eyes wide and skin white as a sheet. She scrambled up and out and back to the forensic scientist, nearly knocking Glen off his corner in the process.

"I need you to do something." She uickly instructed the scientist (Kelly she believed her name was) to give the older Randy dark hair, a little bit of a five o' clock shadow, and put him in a suit.

"Oh my God," She whispered in astonishment. Before her very eyes came alive a man whom she had already met. Whom she had completely overlooked in her efforts to find the twins.

Annie Brown turned to the nearest Deputy. "Get me everything you can on a man named Thomas Hoff."


Agent Thomas Hoff fixed his tie in a little mirror on his desk, loosening then tightening it then loosening it again. Out of the corner of his eye was a shadow and he paused in his actions to give a small chuckle and smile.

"Nearly scared me there, Old friend. You're early."

The shadow said nothing, just kept his glowing white eyes on the man before him. He knew he was early, but he was anxious-no. Excited He was very excited. How could he not? He was to be finishing business started fifteen years ago to date.

"Not talking today? Hmmph. Well I hope you know our deal still stands." He turned around to face the shadow, sapphire meeting ghostly white. "You don't get the kids until I get Jeff. That was the deal." To this, the shadow finally chuckled, grinning wide and revealing a mouth full of razor sharp teeth ready to tear into flesh and bone.

"You'll have Woods," He rumbled in that deep voice of his. "He's on his way now. He follows the cop."

"Ah, yes. Ms. Brown." Thomas made a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat as he recalled the police-woman. Strong willed, brave, redhead. Very attractive. If only she didn't have a kid. "She won't be an issue. If anything Woods will take of her for us."

He casually checked his watch, making the mental note that midnight would be in exactly two hours and fifteen minutes. Their time frame was closing, and he did not like the speed of which it was closing at.

"However, if you're right he's on his way it better be soon."

The shadow let out a low growl, grin quickly turning into a snarl. "Time is of the essence."

"Yes, I know. But I have faith in Jeff." This earned him a rather disgusting sounding laugh.

"You mean to tell me you actually put trust in that fool?"

"Of course," Thomas said before giving his own casual smile. "I trust he will fuck himself over every way possible. We have his kids. We've the upper hand. There is no way he can win."

He checked his watch once more. Two hours, ten minutes, and fourty-five seconds until midnight.


Thomas Hoff does not exist. That was what the files in front of her were saying. That Thomas Hoff, a man who supposedly worked for an agency called SCP (which coincidentally did also not exist) did not exist.

Randy Shaul, a teen on the run from a pyschotic maniac that he helped create, whom was supposed to be dead, has undone the alias Thomas Hoff for the last twenty years. Why, she wasn't sure. Perhaps it was to get away from Jeff.

Then why come back?

Annie tried to piece together the puzzle that was in front of her. A story twenty years old that was coming up with new pages and new chapters each time she read it. There was a reason for it all she just knew it. It was somewhere right there she just couldn't see it yet. But it was there.

But what is it?

She dragged her hands through her hair, scratching at her scalp in frustration before dropping back into her chair to look over everything on her evidence board. There was something tying everything together, something that glued the pages of this horror story at the spine.

What does it have to do with the kids?

She asked herself this questions probably a thousand times now and each time was no closer to an answer. She knew how Randy connected to Jeff and Erin, knew how Jeff connected to Brian, and had sketchy ties connecting Jeff to the twins. But what did Randy gain by kidnapping them? What did he get out of this?

The answer was obvious, she had long ago reached it but it still did not make sense. Randy takes the twins out of revenge-then what? Revenge was not the only motive in play here this much she knew. Was it satisfaction that Randy had found Jeff's probable only weakness?

"Hey, Anne!" She perked up to see Glen ushering her over. He was leaning over their resident hacker's shoulder as he typed away at his keyboard. He was in some sort of chatroom that belonged to a webpage dedicated to anything and everything paranormal. The other chatter was someone who was about to give them their biggest hit yet.

"This guy," Glen pointed to the chat room. "Supposedly knows where the real SCP are stationed at. They are real, but no one has ever heard of them. And Charlie here is working on figuring out this guy's location."

"He set up fire walls," Charles muttered under his breath. "He's good. But I'm better." He brought up coordinates that when put through a GPS tracking system, revealed that the chatter and SCP's location were fifty miles due North of Evergreen. Hidden in the vast forest surrounding the town.

"That's where he's at."

"That could also be where the twins are at." Annie could not have remembered a time when she felt so relieved. She grinned and pulled Glen and Charles into two great big hugs. "You guys are amazing! We can finally put a god damn end to all this!" She was grabbing her jacket off the hook, holstering her gun and radioing the current units out on Patrol.

"This is Chief Brown, I need all units as back up. We have possible kidnapped suspects location. I repeat, we have possible location."

"Annie wait!" Glen grabbed her wrist before she could get out the door to get into her squad car. "Be careful. You don't know what this guy can do. He's dangerous."

Annie pulled her arm gree from Glen's hold, fixing her jacket and hat while grabbing extra magazines for her pistol.

"I have to find them. If not for Christian, then for myself. I can't sleep knowing those kids got caught because I wasn't paying attention." She bust through the doors into the snowy night, Glen on her heels, and climbed into her car. "I'm finding them," She said after rolling down the window. "And then I'm putting a fucking bullet right between Jeff's eyes."