1 Chapter 1

Renea pulled up her driveway to her small house. It was at the edge of a quaint town in New England. She had chosen this house because in was the least suspicious place she could find. And in these times, she needed to blend in.

She got out of her truck, and headed towards her home (or what she liked to call home, it wasn't really though. For a home to be a home, it should be a place that one loves and desires to go back to. This wasn't the case with Renea). She unlocked the door and entered the house, locking the door behind herself.

She plopped her bag on the counter and pulled her phone out. Turning it on, she headed to the next room and sat at a desk. She pulled a pad out of one of the drawers and opened her message app to a text she had received earlier from an unanimous number. It said;

Jane Bacone Asse, this is an old friend of yours, Morgan Folk, just reaching out to say I missed you. I'm in the country and was thinking that we might get together for a drink, or something, sometime. Or maybe I'll drop by in a few days. Let me know what you think!

It was an odd text, but Renea knew better. She opened the pad to the first page and pulled out a blank paper. Looking from the phone to the pad, she jotted words down on the paper after a few minutes she stopped and looked at the paper, it said;

An old enemy is in country. VOID He's coming to get you. Beware. Be careful. Get back to me soon. Get away asap.

Basse.

Renea sighed. It wasn't the news she was hoping for, but at least she knew that he was alive. Maybe.

She deleted the text and put the pad back in the drawer. Pulling out a hand lighter, she burned the page. She watched it burn, slowly. The message meant almost despair for her. It had been almost four years, she had started to think that she could relax now. Maybe finally settle. But she had known that it was just wishful thinking. There was no way for her to be left alone. They weren't gonna let her, not with what she knew. Not with what she had done.

For over an hour she sat there, not knowing what to do. She didn't want to leave. She had just gotten the job as a state warden. And for once, she actually enjoyed her job.

"I can't do this." She whispered to herself. "I'm sick of this fucking running. Marquis can, if he wants to. But I won't... I can't..."

Tears, no matter how hard she tried to stop them, came to her eyes, bitter tears. Renea wiped them away. They came back.

"Fuck this life"

She went over to the kitchen and washed her face. And thought. Nothing came. She had no idea.

She drank a full glass of water, but started to cough and gag.

"Shit, the dumbass water"

She slammed the cup on the counter, smashing it to pieces. One of the shards sliced her hand. A deep cut.

"Shit!"

She went to a small bathroom next to the kitchen. And washed her cut... tried to. The blood was running fast and thick. And it was hard, only using one hand. After a minute or two she had the bleeding under control. Covering the cut with a paper towel, she sat on the toilet seat. Just sat there. Letting the blood stop.

She paused and listened. Something was wrong. She heard something. A small sound.

"Fuck." She sighed. And stood up quietly, searching for a bandage. She couldn't find one. "Damnit!" She whispered.

Giving up on finding one, she quietly opened the bathroom door. After peeking around the corner, she slowly walked out and headed down the hall to a stairway going up. She paused at the bottom, scared for a minute of making a sound. She could hardly remember the stairs that creaked among the ones that didn't. She would just have to chance it.

She figured that the middle of the stairs were probably quieter so she stated up. Slowly. Up the middle of the stairs. It took a little while but she finally made it to the top with only making two small sounds. She hoped it wasn't too much. She headed to a bedroom and slid underneath the bed. Pushing herself as far back as she could.

She laid in silence for a few minutes before she finally heard something, footsteps, footsteps up the stairs.

She listened to the footsteps for a few seconds then suddenly felt something. Something that she hadn't felt in a long time. Fear. Cold blooded fear.

The sound of the footsteps. It wasn't soft boots. There was a hard thud every other step, a strange thud. Renea knew what, or who, it was. Shutting her eyes tight, she shoved herself as far back as possible.

A few seconds later, a pair of boots came in to the room. Walking slowly toward the bed. The person stopped for a second, then turned around and went over to the closet on the other side of the room.

She heard the closet open and close, the boots came back to the bedside again. Renea's heart began to beat faster. But then, sudenly, the boots walked away, out of the room.

She began to breath at a normal pace again, but she didn't dare move. She knew what she was dealing with. There was no way in hell that she was going to move or make a sound.

Hours seamed to pass by before the quiet was erupted again. It was, again, boots that came into the room. Only they weren't the same ones. Someone else was there, and their boots did stop at the bedside again. But their body didn't, their body came to the floor and look under the bed straight at her.

"Ello there." He said, grinning. But from the other end of a gun. The berrel was pointed at her face. "Git up an out you mothafucka."

Silently, Renea obeyed. Sliding out from under the bed, she stood up and put her hands on her head.

"Oy, Mol is gonna want to 'ave a chat with you!" He smiled and gestured towards the door. "Git going lady."

She was almost to the stairs when she suddenly turned and slammed her fist in his face. The wrong one, it was the cut hand. She stopped and gritted her teeth in pain. But she shouldn't have stopped, she should have ran. Ran fast. But she didn't and the man slammed his gun on her head, knocking her to the floor.

"Shit." She silently said to herself, as she held her hand on her head. Pain.

"You think I'm gonna let 'im git you first?" He almost laughed. "No, BURN's gonna pay me for this." He slammed the gun on her head another time, then crouched next to her head. "Time to go to sleep." And pushed a needle into the side of her neck and everything went blank.