Prolouge

“There it is again, Jack.” This time Angela’s voice was sturdy, but a little cracked. Her long blonde hair was strung into long, sharp braids that flowed down her back like chains of gold. Her green eyes were focused out into the darkness in front of the porch, her butter bread skin streaked with sweat. She was clearly nervous.

“No worries, dear. Remember, this is the outskirts of Miami. It’s most likely some kids!”

Jack responded, but inside he knew that she was right to suspect. She was right to do everything that she had been doing and he just hoped that she was the one they were after. That she was the guardian of Panama.”Dear, in highschool, did you know anyone named Panama Guardian?”

Angela looked at him, studying his broad shoulders, tanned skin, black hair and blue eyes, all focused and locked on her. She was starting to notice. “There was a girl…” She took a deep breath. “That told no one her name. Just ‘P Guard’. Why do you ask?”

He slowly laughed. “You,” He laughed again. “are now useless.” Before she could react he leapt onto her, biting into her neck and letting the liquid flow into his mouth.

After she was only a pale corpse, he stopped and muttered, “P Guard. We’ll find her.”