Prologue

Something big is always happening. In both sides of good and evil, in both sides of the opposing force, something is always happening. Life goes on even though there are certain things people easily miss. Secrets live among lives. Behind the shadows, jobs are done to keep the balance and order. And for jobs to be done, people have to do the job. And for there to be people doing the particular jobs, they must stand out and it takes some encouragement before the can stand out.

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There was a car. Then, there was light. After, there was screeching. Later, there was nothing. There was excruciating pain at first. But peace soon followed after. Everything was black. Then, everything was new. There was only flashing of it. It was only a montage of images.

He opened his eyes and saw the peaceful surroundings. There was the clear blue sky untouched by clouds. There was the clear sea in front of him. Sand was beneath his feet and some above them. The atmosphere was cool as the calm breeze blew by. He could feel the air in his slightly curly hair. He stood there in his red collared t-shirt with his hands in his blue jeans and glasses on, being reflective. He wore something around his neck; it was a sharp canine tooth on a string with a bit of decorative. He could see trees beside him and the tide washing the shores.

He opened his eyes for the last time. That imagery vanished and replaced by another scene. Blue skies and sun were replaced by low ceilings with fluorescent lights. His beach was replaced by a narrow carpeted area of a corridor with his socks as the sand. His trees became walls, enclosing the area up. He stood there, staring at the white dim area of the ceiling until someone called his name.

"Jeremy!" called a boy who was walking towards him. He was slightly shorter than Jeremy. He had seemingly short hair which he spiked in the centre.

"Hey Damien," he greeted, "How's LEADS?"

"Great," he replied with energy, "No work yet since we were just picked. I have something for you."

Damien took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Jeremy. He unfolded the paper, read it and said, "What if I say no?"

"He said he was prepared for that and to tell you that you owe him."

"Then I guess I have no choice."