Prologue

"HEY! GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BASTARD!"

"Well, he was half way right. It's been a while since I've seen my Dad. Hell, I don't even know if he's still alive or not, and quite frankly, I don't give a damn since he's been gone for most of my childhood." Ian thought.

A gunshot went past his body to a nearby tree beside him, shattering the wood. Ian looked around then darted into the woods.

"Now I have old man Tate and his double-barrel on my ass again. Great."

It was dark, a very dry night. Shotgun rounds echoing in the air. Ian's speed was great, and it looked as if he was barely jogging.

As he was running, he happened to look to the right of him and saw a set of glowing blue eyes. Ian stopped to observe. Whoever or whatever it was, they were hidden in the shadows well.

"Well look at this, another Supernatural. And here I thought I was the only one in this town."

Ian and the figure met gazes. From the shape, it was obvious that it was male. Ian could see the figure squint, as if it was unimpressed. Ian cocked his head, obviously insulted by the figure's gesture, and as he stepped forward, another gunshot roared past him, making him jump and cover himself. As he looked up, the figure was gone.

"Dammit old man! You're crazy!" Ian yelled.

Tate cocked his rifle and aimed it toward Ian.

Ian chuckled, "If he really thinks he can hit me with that slow thing, then his feelings are really about to get hurt when he sees this."

Ian's eyes glowed a brilliant orange. His mouth twisted into a smile.

Tate took his eyes off of the sight of his rifle as he thought maybe his mind was playing tricks on him from old age. He then aimed the rifle back at Ian and shot.

Ian ran full speed to the right of him, a blur. Tate was astonished as now the young boy was gone.