I extend my red wings through two slits in my black tank top as I walk through the lush forest. Small cherry blossoms float to the ground in front of me, but I keep walking. My green eyes take in everything around me, from the quick rustle in the bushes to the slow movement of the fog filtering through the trees.1

I hear a faint buzzing and I recognize the voice that follows. "Ok, you can't get out of cover in about three minutes, Saya," Shawn says.2

I hear the wolf-like growl as his voice trails off. I know that he'll be standing behind a dumpster, watching his next victim step out of her car and unlock the door. I, Saya, was just about to reach the house of my victim in a couple of minutes. So would the rest of the hybrids - stationed around the world, waiting to take their untimely revenge.3

I grimance slightly and lose my concentration as I remember the interfering scientists at the Lab. Raised in an iron dog cage, and having had wings surgically implanted in my back, I was thirsty for revenge on all normal people. One thing the scientists hadn't noticed were are special abilities - magic, some might call it. Like the telepathic communication Shawn and I had just used.4

I reach the edge of the forest, and I see a large, rectangular house made of crumbling red bricks, with a wooden door obviously made of oak.