Fade Out

Chapter 1

I guess when you're a nineteen year old hunting isn't exactly the job you had in mind. Now, if you think I'm hunting for some great white bear down south then you're wrong. I guess you could say I'm a walking talking reality TV show. Except without the, "Give me envy, give me malus, give me your attention." I'm the type of person who does without saying but manages to get the job done. You see, I guess when a nineteen year old- standing at 5" feet with dyed red hair- comes knocking at your door saying she's the police here to investigate a crime seen. Well, I guess, some people find that hard to believe. Don't you dare think for one second I'm some sort of criminal, in fact I'm the exact opposite. I am Betty James, doctor and mother of four children. Tomorrow I'm Rebeca Lukas, police and enjoys pottery on the side, but for most people I'm Amite Bloom the hunter- the ghost, goblin, gools killer. If it deals with the supernatural, I'm there. Some might ask how the hell you get into such a dark business, let me tell you. Mommy wasn't so nice, and daddy, well daddy was way out of the picture. So one day mommy got a bit mad- actually she got really mad- so mad I still have the scars to prove it. So little fourteen year old me wished upon a star that my mommy would go away. The next day I found my mom murdered in the kitchen. I tried to call 911 all the lines seemed to be dead. So, I ran down to my neighbors house- Mr. Callens. He was a nice man, some people said he was a bit off his rocker- push all that aside he was a nice man. So blah blah blah mommies dead, Mr. Callens catches the demon, and then he takes me in and trains me. He took me on hunts and taught me right from wrong. I learned my math along with how to shoot a pistol. So Mr. Callens becomes my new hero and that's where we stand today. In a bar, smoke and beer fume the dark room, Callens to my left, truck driver to my right.

"Hey baby." The man to my right leaned over and whispered into my ear. He smelled of whiskey and cigaret smoke. I rolled my eyes in disgust. "Why don't you come to my truck with me?" The man continued as he stroked his long grey beard. I squirmed in my seat feeling very uncomfortable by the man.

"No, I'm sorry." I said getting up and turning to Mr. Callens. "I'll be right back, I need to use the restroom." He nodded not removing his eyes from the rim of his whiskey glass. With that I swiftly made my way to the bathroom making sure the trailer trash man didn't follow me. I walked into the dim lighted bathroom and went straight to the sink- washing my hands and fixing my makeup. One of the stalls from behind me opened a man submerged from the stall- I knew him I tried to get a better look at him from the broken mirror hung from the wall. Then it hit me- there was a man in the woman's bathroom. I spun around.

"Dylan?!" I said in shock seeing my old friend. Within the next seconds a rag was being held to my face. I wasn't an idiot- might I remind you I am a hunter- it was a chloroform rag.

I was gone, there was no way to fight back. Dylan the same boy I went on hunts with for years was kidnapping me? It didn't make since. I had said good bye to Dylan along time ago and that was it. We had agreed parting our ways was the better way to go. I thought so at least.