It was pitch black out and the air was cool. Not a soul was out and about, save for one nineteen year old girl. The girl was dressed in jeans, a pink t-shirt, and combat boots. She hugged her black jacket close to her body to keep warm with one arm while her other hand held a flashlight to see. Her light brown hair was long, reaching all the way down to her waist. Her blue-green eyes darts in all directions, paranoid that someone, or something, would come out and hurt her. Truthfully, she was frighten to be out there all alone, but knew she had to be out.

At last, she reached her destination. The house before might have been a nice one long ago, but now it was a depressing sight. But then again so were the other houses in this neighborhood. The whole town, once a quiet, pleasant place was now a broken shell of its former self. The house the girl stood before had all the windows shattered, most of the wood rotten away, and if you looked at the back of it, you could see a chunk of the house was missing. The girl walked up to the front door and gave it a light push open.

The inside of the house was just as sad a sight was the outside of it. Dust and cob-webs littered every inch of the place. Rust and mold was everywhere, the tiles were cracked, the furniture and carpet was worn and torn, and the whole place seemed to give of this horrid smell. The girl kept walking until she reached the living room. Two figures were waiting there.

One of them she knew. Seated in a beat up leather recliner was a twenty-six year old man, dressed in bots, dark blue jeans, a dark gray shirt, and a drown jacket. He held a plastic milk jug filled with what looked like water. His brown hair was long, reaching to his shoulders, shaggy, and very greasy, like he hadn't washed it in weeks.

'He probably didn't,' thought the girl.

The other person was male and tied up in a wooden chair, seated in the center of a circle painted on the floor with red spray paint. It had a star and other symbols inside it. The girl knew the man could not be human if he was trapped inside that circle. To further prove her belief, the man turned to her, flashing his black eyes and hissed like a wild animal. And by black eyes, I don't mean someone gave him a good punch in the face and left a bruise or that only his irises were black. The whole eyes were black. You couldn't see the whites of them. It was like looking at a starless night sky. Those brought a cold sensation down her spine.

The first man brought his had up to look at the girl. His golden brown eyes had a disappointed and annoyed look in them. "You're late," he said dryly.

"Sorry," she said weakly.

"I don't wanna hear your sorry-s." The man rose from a chair and walked over to her. "I want progress. I know you're not good with languages, so have you been memorizing the exorcism in English like I told you?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now pay attention to what I do, Amy. I expect you to do the same thing on the next demon scum."

The girl, Amy, watched the man walk up to the demon, who in turn hissed at him. The man splashed some of the water, which was holy watch, in the demon's face and it cried out in pain. The water seemed to boil the demon's skin, causing steam to rise off of him. The man began chanting. With each word, the demon would spasm and twitch in pain. Grunts of pain would escape from his lips once in a while.

"Exorcziamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica... Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te ... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare... Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis... Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine... quem inferi tremunt... Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."

The demon opened his mouth up to the ceiling and screamed as black smoke rushed out. Once that was over, the body went limp. The shaggy haired man walked over to the body as Amy stood there frozen. The man placed two fingers on the other guy's neck to check for a pulse. He found non. The explained to Amy that he was most likely dead before his corpse had been possessed. He then ordered her to follow him.

The amber eyed man lead Amy to the basement of the house. They were greeted with another circle, as well as another man tied up in it. He looked to be around the same age as Amy. His eyes were completely black just like the other demon's had been. The demon thrashed against his restraints, shouting as he did so.

The man gestured to the demon and said to Amy, "Now it's your turn."

"Uh, right," said Amy, feeling uneasy. She stepped in front of the demon and took a deep breath. "Okay. We move you from us-"

"We drive you from us," the man corrected.

"Oh right. Uh, we drive you from us, whoever you may be, dirty ghosts-"

"Unclean spirits!" he snapped.

"S-sorry!" Amy stuttered. "I'll start over. We drive you from us, whatever-I mean whoever! Whoever you-wait! No! I..." She took a step back and ran her fingers through her hair. "I can't do this!"

"You said you had it memorized!"

"I did! I do! I just. . ." Amy began to pace. "I can't do this, M! I'm not a hunter like you are!"

"You think I wanted to be a hunter!?" the man, M, snapped. "You think I wanted this life!? I spent the last six years watching the town I called home my whole life burn right in front of me! I've seen children torn apart by werewolves! Ghosts haunting the halls of my old schools! Witching casting curses left and right! Wendigoes eating people alive! Kanimas ripping into innocents because their masters are murdering psychos! Everyday people getting drained of their blood by vampires! Demons doing unspeakable horrors to every man, woman, and child they see because they can! I had to bury my friends! My family!" He picked up a folding chair and threw it against the wall. Amy jumped in fear. "I had a life before all this bullshit and it was stolen from me!"

"Please," Amy begged, shaking.

"I'm teaching you to survive! Only the strong can live in this world! The weak die!"

"M, please stop!"

The demon began to laugh at their misfortune. This lead to M throwing holy water in his face. The fiend screamed as his skin sizzled. M shook his head at Amy. "You disappoint me, Amy. You refuse to get better." He turned back to the demon.

"We drive you from us, whoever you may be, unclean spirits, all satanic powers, all infernal invaders, all wicked legions, assemblies and sects... ... Thus, cursed dragon, and you, diabolical legions, we adjure you... stop deceiving human creatures and pouring out to them the poison of eternal damnation... Be gone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit, enemy of man's salvation... Stoop beneath the all-powerful Hand of God; tremble and flee when we invoke the Holy and terrible Name... which causes hell to tremble... From the snares of the devil, Deliver us, O Lord. That Thy Church may serve Thee in peace and liberty, We beseech Thee to hear us."

As he did the chant, the demon screamed in pain and his body began to spasm. The second M spoke the last word, black smoke was expelled from the guy's body. His head went limp and M went to check for a pulse like he did with the last guy. He found it. It was weak but it was still there. This guy was alive.

"Help me get him to base," M ordered Amy.

The girl nodded, silently crying, but still helped her mentor.

Hello by Evanescence

Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to
Hello

Beacon Hills had started off as one of those small, quiet towns were everyone knowns your name and business. The kind of place where nothing exciting happened ever. That had changed when half a body of a young woman had been found in the woods. And since that day, things had only gotten worse.

If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me I'm not broken
Hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide
Don't cry

The Beacon Hills Pack did what they could but soon it was too much for even them. They started dying one by one until only one remained to defend their home. The Token Human of the pack. The research guy, the man with the plan, the human who ran with wolves. He was the only one left from the pack. He kept fighting, trained other to fight back. If you compared him to who he was back then to who he was now, you'd be finding it hard to believe they were the same guy.

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday

It was still hard to believe that someone like Stiles could turn into someone like M.

Yeah this isn't very good. I just put this out so I can ask you readers something. I'm thinking about writing a Teen Wolf/Pokémon story only I'm not sure what Pokémon everyone should get. What starter Pokémon should Scott, Stiles, Derek, Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Danny, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Cora, Ethan, Aiden, Kira, Malia, Liam, and the others should get? They don't have to be the original starter Pokémon like Bulbasaur, Squirtle , and Charmander. They can but they don't have to. They can they other starters like Chikorita, Totodile, Cyndaquil, Torchic, Mudkip, Treecko, or any of the other starters. Maybe they can be Pikachu and Eevee. Or maybe they don't have to be any of these. What other Pokémon should they have? I'm curious on what Pokémon would best be suited for each character. What do you think should be there started and what others would be good to make up the rest of their team. Please give me your opinions. I'd really appreciate it.