Too Fake for True Love

Prologue

Prologue

Something just wasn’t right. I wasn’t right and not just for this new town, but in general. I couldn’t quite understand it at first, but I guess that’s what you get for having no time to meet people in a new town… again… or having to create a new name until you almost forget your real one… or having to be on the run because your father was wanted in more than nine states. Maybe that’s why I never felt right at any new place, but now something wasn’t right here in this state, in this city, in this town of Eads, Colorado.

Maybe it was me, but I didn’t understand this feeling I had about this place. It was a peaceful feeling, but with hint of a danger that told me that not all was what it seemed to be. With my dad being the way he is, I had to take on his old job of finding out who were the Reals and who were the Fakes. Fakes are the ones who hid under the masks, made fools out of us, and cause problems for all Reals wanting a normal, peaceful life. In order to keep my dad safe again, I had to find out quick and fast about each town, and usually it doesn’t end well if we do find a Fake. Meaning someone is going to lose an arm and a leg, and possibly a head: and hopefully it’s not us.

The only real reason we do run and my dad is wanted is because whoever runs that stupid state is a Fake and doesn’t want us finding them. But when the real truth is told about me, my dad, and Fakes, is that I find ‘em and dad kills ‘em. We call our kind The Hunt because all we do is hunt down anyone who messes with the Reals and their lives. There are very few Hunts because most people have forgotten over time but not me; not after what a Fake did to my dad. A Fake turned him into one 16 years ago. He’s fine now because he’s a “fixed” Fake but once every month he can’t control himself and tries to go on a killing spree. I help him with this whole time of the month thing. Why you ask? Because I’m the one who caused him to be like this. Yep, I’m that girl; the one who’s a half Fake and I hate every minute of it.