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[center][h1][color=green]The Beginning of it All[/color][/h1][/center]


	The day itself seemed to be going rather well for the twins, it was nice, almost peaceful at the start… maybe a little too peaceful for  [color=FF7C00]Lilith’s[/color] liking. She normally enjoyed a bit of chaos in her mornings, though she was fully aware her brother, [color=91BCE9]Uriel[/color], had a lot less want in his mornings when it came to such a thing. At the present time, the two were on their way to work, something they both shared a hatred for considering their boss was a bit of a prick.

	[color=91bce9][b]”Honestly? I can’t wait until we finish our college courses and can work towards setting up our own business… this guy has a stick shoved so far up his ass even [i]I[/i] want to beat the shit out of him… and you know I hate violence,”[/b][/color] the male grumbled as he pushed slender fingers through platinum blonde hair. As he had showered only minutes before their walk, the passage of his fingers caused a bit of his hair to stick on end, not that he seemed to really care about that in the least.

	[color=ff7c00][b]”I could take care of him for you if you really wanted,”[/b][/color] came his sister’s rather calm reply, a small yawn even leaving her, [color=ff7c00][b]”I’ve got a pretty enough face and a good enough reputation that no one would ever expect me.”[/b][/color] She flashed her brother a smile, one that was a cross between crazy and happy. She was rather easy to please when it came down to it, but at the same time she really wanted to strangle the guy.

	Just as the two were about to walk into the building, Uriel’s hand came out and wrapped his fingers around his sister’s bicep. [color=91bce9][b]”Lilith, your shadow moved,”[/b][/color] he said, glancing behind her for a moment, [color=91bce9][b]”And before you decide to act like a smartass and say it does that when [i]you[/i] move, no… it moved separate of you.”[/b][/color]

	Lilith simply rolled her eyes and pulled her arm free from her brother’s hold without so much as a word. Instead, she glanced at her shadow before pushing open the door to the office building, ready for another long and boring day in an office working on a story for a magazine she absolutely hated. While she worked on her story about the string of robberies that had been happening throughout a few neighborhoods. Uriel, on the other hand, was working on a story about the capture of man who had raped 5 women in the local area. She was so tired of having to write about such things, and while some of the stories and information she gathered was absolutely fascinating to her, she found herself bored with the fact that she couldn’t actually [i]see[/i] such things.

	It was during their work day that the twins noticed an odd feeling, almost as if they were being watched, and neither could shake it no matter where they went. At one point, Lilith went to the restroom to see if the person who was watching her would follow her, only she was alone with the same feeling as before. [color=ff7c00][b][i]What the hell is going on?[/i][/b][/color] she wondered as she looked around, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the latrine, still coming up empty handed.

	Shooting a text to her brother, she ended up getting a response from him that mirrored her own. Neither one of them had been able to lure out who the hell was watching them, but she had a feeling she would be able to find out soon. [color=ff7c00][b][i]I’m going to find you you little shit, and when I do I’m going to beat the ever loving hell out of you for watching me.[/i][/b][/color]

	Leaving the latrine, she went back to her desk and tried her best to relax and get her work done, only to feel far more paranoid as the day went on. Chewing on her bottom lip, she glanced over at her brother, who was absently scratching at his arm, something he did when he was worried. It was at that time that she noticed his shadow on the wall looked far less like him for a split second, so quickly in fact that she would think she had been seeing things. What the hell was going on?
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	Suddenly, a voice roared that gotten the attention of the sister and brother. It was him, their boss. Mr Hopkins always felt that he was a big shot, even though he never really measured up to his employees, considering he was 5' 7". But that didn't matter, because he was in charge of one of the most successful local magazines in the business, Life Weekly Magazine. After inheriting the business from his grandfather, he wanted to make sure he would live up to his legacy...his way. Not only that, but he cuts the checks for all of his employees, so in the end, he was a big shot. A big shot to them, and his only way to make money. And boy, was there money to be made right now. The whole town just went sideways because of that dark energy and now crazies are popping up all over the place. And this is now the perfect opportunity to write some interesting articles. Especially the story about the man that raped those women, that would definitely sell issues. People love some shock and awe, no matter what they say. Hopkins thought and wondered who was writing the story and realized it was Uriel who was writing the story. So he quickly walked over to Uriel's desk just to see how things were going. 

	As he reached his desk, he opened his mouth...and barked. "URIEL!! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU STARING AT!? THE WALL?! ITS NOT THAT INTERESTING!! YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT'S INTERESTING?! PSYCHOS! AND THERE IS LOADS OF THEM RUNNING AROUND HERE NOW, AND I SPECIFICALLY ASKED YOU TO WRITE ABOUT ONE! SO WHERE IS IT, EH?!?" So, as most would guess, Hopkins isn't well versed in social skills, or keeping his voice down at all. But how else was he going to get respect around here, play nice? No one likes nice anymore, you gotta be assertive. That is what his father would say, and it would seem that Hopkins took that too much to heart. So now anytime he was talking about the business, his voice would go above an octave. So if anyone were to be working for him, much less talking to him, well you better have some earplugs handy. But a lower voice wouldn't help with Hopkins outer appearance, considering his hair was nothing but a bald spot and a poor attempt at a combover. Also his main attire consisted of suspenders, a white shirt, with exposed belly button present and a pair of gray slacks. He was a short, loud and poorly clothed man who wanted respect in his place of business, and so far its been working about as well as most expect.