Red and blue lights flashed brightly as people gathered around a brutal crime scene and I stood off in the distance admiring my handiwork. The San Francisco crime scene unit pulled up and several men in uniform stepped out of the black SUV as they grabbed bags out of the back of it. One of them began putting up yellow crime scene tape around the area as police officers pushed back bystanders trying to get a closer look at the scene. Shortly after the crime scene unit cordoned off the area, the medical examiner showed up and walked over to the body lying on the ground. "Looks like the mystic has struck again," the medical examiner announced to the crime scene unit.

The medical examiner's assistants grabbed a gurney from the vehicle as they rolled it over next to the body. They lifted the body up onto the gurney and placed a white sheet over it as they rolled the gurney back over to the M.E. van. As they loaded the body into the van, the police began to make the bystanders disperse. All the people gathered around the crime scene began to disperse as one of the officer's got on his walkie to let dispatch know they were coming back in. After he called in the incoming body, the crime scene unit began looking around the area for any clues. "Hey, I want two officers to scan around the nearby area for the offender," one of the crime scene unit personnel said to the police standing around.

The sergeant in charge sent two officers to look around the area, and I leaned tightly against a nearby tree as they passed right by me. They shined their flashlights through the heavily wooded area as they attempted to search for me. I chuckled lightly to myself as I descended into the ground and ascended into the downtown area. I knew they'd never find me; I've left a trail of bodies from the east coast all the way to the west coast. Every law enforcement agency referred to me as the mystic, but no one knew my actual name and they never would. I was a ghost for all they knew and a ghost I would remain. Walking through downtown San Francisco, I looked around at all the nearby stores and some of them had televisions playing the local news. The caption on the news was titled the mystic has struck again and has left no trace.

My actual name was Mitchellangleo, and I was a Dracic shade, I came from a long line of mixed bloodlines of mages. Dracic shades are a mixture of dark elves and white mages, but mixed over thousands of years we've evolved. This has given us Dracic shades the abilities of several types of mages and makes us incredibly powerful. I continued my walk through the downtown streets and people stared as I passed by them, and some of them walked faster past me. Humans now knew all about the supernatural creatures in the world, and some of them accepted the supernatural, while others lived in fear of them.

The people that I walked past all knew what I was as my bright red eyes were a dead giveaway of what I was. However, no one knew I was the mystic killer, but I was on a mission and I would achieve my vision. See, most of the supernatural creatures wanted to coexist with the humans and well, most of the humans were okay with this. I knew it was because they were all just tired of the many wars that were fought between the humans and supernatural's. I on the other hand was not willing to allow this, us supernatural's were above humanity and I was going to stir up some hell before I let any supernatural being roll over and coexist.

As I continued walking down the streets of downtown behind me, I saw flashing lights quickly approaching. The police cruiser pulled right in front of me, blocking my path, and one of the officers stepped out of the vehicle. He pulled his gun out and pointed it at me. "Hands in the air where I can see them," he ordered as he moved closer toward me. I place my hands in the air as the officer walked over to me. "Ok, get on the ground slowly and no sudden movements," the officer announced.

I slowly got on the ground as the officer ordered, as I didn't want them to know I was the mystic, so I knew I needed to be complaint. It was routine for police to take in any supernatural for questioning if they were found nearby a crime scene. I guess downtown wasn't far enough away from the crime scene, so as I got on the ground the officer placed me in handcuffs. He then hoisted to my feet as he escorted me over to the police cruiser and placed me in the backseat as he shut the door. The officer then walked back over to the front of the cruiser and got in as he shut the door and began to drive.

I looked out the window as the buildings zipped past as the officer drove toward the precinct that was downtown. Several minutes passed as I continued watching the lights and buildings zip past. Finally, he pulled into the parking lot of the precinct as he parked the cruiser and got out. He walked over to the door and opened it as he grabbed me out of the vehicle, and proceeded to escort me into the building. Other officers stared at me as we continued toward the entrance of the building. We walked into the building and the officer continued to escort me over toward the nearest interrogation room.

He opened a door and walked me into the room as he sat me down in the cold silver chair and then cuffed me to the table as he walked out of the room. The protocol for interrogating a supernatural differed from how they did it with humans. They didn't allow the police to interrogate us; they brought in the CIA or FBI to interrogate supernatural's. I waited patiently in the room for hours before finally an FBI agent walked into the room. The agent set down a manilla envelope on the silver table as he paced around the room. "So, we have quite the predicament here. You were within a three-mile radius of a homicide. Not just a regular homicide either, but capital homicide. We have a dead judge who was in the process of passing rights to supernatural creatures," the agent stated as he paced around the room still.

"Well, I wouldn't know anything about that. I was just downtown doing some window shopping," I explained to the agent.

"So how do you explain how you were within three miles of the murder and we have seen no other supernatural creatures even remotely close to the site?"

"I don't know what to tell you besides being at the wrong place at the wrong time."

"That's what you're going to go with?"

"Well, what do you want me to say I killed him and ran three miles to get away from the scene?"

"No, I want you to tell me why you were in such a close proximity to the scene. We all also know you Dracic's don't want coexistence."

"Ah, I see. So, because I'm a Dracic, you assume I killed him?"

"No, that's not what I said. I asked why you were so close to the murder."

"As I told you before, I was window shopping. Is it a crime now for us to window shop or walk through the streets?"

"No, it's not. But I also don't think it was a coincidence you were so close by. I think you had something to do with the murder."

"Ah, I see now. So, because I was so close now, I had to have something to do with it?"

"No, I didn't say that either. You know how this all works, I can't assume you're guilty without proof, but yet you are evading my questions. That's what's making me suspicious."

"I'm not evading your questions. I'm trying to understand your implications."

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"Ok, well I don't buy your window-shopping story. Seriously, who window shops at ten at night?"

"Would you prefer I was out using my magic?"

"No, I'd prefer the truth from you," he yelled as he slammed his hands on the table.

"You don't scare me special agent, so just get on with the interrogation."

"WHY WERE YOU WITHIN THREE MILES OF THE MURDER?"

"Wrong place, wrong time."

"That's fine go with that story," he stated as he walked toward the door. "Book him for the night maybe he'll talk in the morning," he spoke to the officers behind the two-way glass.

An officer walked in and uncuffed me from the table as he escorted me out of the room. We walked down a hall and over towards a holding cell. He slid open the steel door and uncuffed me, shoving me into the cell as he shut the door behind him. The other humans in the cell all cowered in a corner as they realized what I was. I walked over to one of the benches and sat down on it. I laid back on the bench and rested my eyes as I let the hours pass. The steel door opened as an officer walked in and cuffed me and escorted me out of the cell. We walked down the hall and into the interrogation room.

He cuffed me to the table again and walked out of the room as the FBI agent walked in, shutting the door behind him. "So, are you going to talk now?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

"Well, your twenty-four hours are almost up, so if you don't have any evidence against me you can't hold me."

"Oh, well, we have evidence."

"Well, well, I hope it leads you to your murderer."

"It just might've."

"Good for you special agent."

"We found traces of magic at the scene of the murder."

"That doesn't mean it was me. Do you have any idea how many magic users there are?"

"Yes, but you just happened to be the one closest by."

"That's not exactly incriminating."

"It's enough for me to hold you for another twenty-four hours," he reproached.

"By all means special agent hold me as long as you'd like. It's not like I have anything better to do, but don't be surprised if you stumble upon another murder."

"Ugh, just tell me the truth. We know you move around a lot and anywhere you move to murders follow."

"So, now it's a crime to move a lot?"

"No, but it is unusual."

"Yet it's still not incriminating."

"No, it's not."

"Then do the right thing special agent and let me go."

"I have no intentions of letting you go. I think you're the mystic."

"Now, that's just funny special agent."

"Yea, well you can laugh your ass off all the way to jail," he stated as he began to walk out of the room.

"Oh, well, I have no intentions of going to jail special agent."

I set my wrist ablaze as the stainless-steel cuff began to melt and fell to the ground. The special agent pivoted quickly and pulled his gun on me. "You stop right there." I approached the agent as a blade appeared in my hand. "I don't think you will win this fight special agent," I stated as I proceeded closer to him. "I said STOP!" he ordered as he discharged his firearm at me. I waved my hand, sending the bullet zipping past me, and threw the blade at him. The blade pierced through his abdomen and he fell to the ground as blood gushed from the wound.

"I think you may want to take a fresh approach on the matter special agent."

He coughed up blood and spit it at me. "You'll spend the rest of your life in jail for this, you son of a bitch," he yelled.

"I have no intentions of going to jail," I claimed as I slammed his body against the door so the other officers couldn't get into the room.

"What you thought you could kill a judge and assault an FBI agent and not go to jail?"

"Exactly. Goodbye special agent," I said as I slowly descended into the ground.

I rose from the ground in the middle of Seattle and quickly made my way to the nearest hotel. Quickly finding a hotel, I ran in and approached the attendant. "I'll need a room for the night."

"Ok, that'll be a hundred and fifty dollars."

I handed the man the money as he handed me a key card. "Would there happen to be any governmental officials staying here or nearby that you know of?" He looked at me intriguingly. "Well, the Governor of Washington lives a few blocks down. Why do you ask?"

"Ah, just curious. I like to get to know the leaders of the unknown places I move."

"Gotcha, so you're new to Washington?"

"Yes, any good hotspots you could recommend as well?"

"Ah, about a block away there's Gorgen. It's a mixed nightclub human and supernaturals mingle together there."

"Well, thank you very much for the information," I told the man as I walked out of the hotel in search of the Governor's house. I walked down a couple blocks until I came upon an enormous house. It was a dead giveaway, the biggest house in the area it had to be the Governor's. I teleported into the house into what appeared to be his office and sat down at his desk. Pulling out a large knife, I spun it on the desk with my hand awaiting someone to walk in. It must've been my lucky day as after a few minutes the governor walked into the office. "What the hell? How did you get in here?"

"I came in through the window. You really should lock up your house better governor."

"What do you want?"

"Just to have a brief chat."

"Regarding what exactly?"

"Well, you see, I had a minor incident in California. I want you to say to any law enforcement agencies that I'm not here."

"Why would I do that?"

I held the knife up at the governor. "Well, if you value your life for one, that should be good enough for you to keep quiet about my whereabouts."

"I see. Well, welcome to Washington. I hope you find our hospitality welcoming."

"Thank you, governor. You have yourself a good night," I stated as I descended into the floor and rose from the ground outside his house. I had one more thing I needed to do for the night I knew a powerful activist for supernatural rights would be at that nightclub. Walking a few blocks back toward the hotel, I found the nightclub. The person I was looking for was a powerful werewolf that was advocating strongly for werewolf rights and reservations similar to native American reserves. To me that was just pathetic, I mean seriously werewolves needing preserves to roam and hunt freely.

I walked into the nightclub and began searching for this pathetic excuse of a werewolf. Focusing my sight to allow me to differentiate the humans from the supernaturals, I scanned the club for the gray aura werewolves gave off. Specifically, I was looking for the dark gray aura an alpha werewolf gave off, as I knew he'd be the only alpha in the club. After searching for several minutes, I finally saw the dark gray aura and began to approach the man. I grabbed him and dragged him out the back door of the nightclub as I threw him on the ground once we got outside. "Good to see you again, Lanter."

"What the hell do you want, Mitchellangleo?"

"I want you to stop advocating for this stupid plan of coexistence."

"Why?"

"Oh, come on. You know we are above the humans. We shouldn't have to follow their stupid rules."

"We all want peace. Why can't you Dracic's see that?"

"Do you not remember the countless wars once the humans found out about us?"

"Yes, I do."

"That's why. There will never be peace they'll give when it suits them and then they'll start another war."

"If that's what you want to believe, that's your choice."

"Well, I'm not giving you a choice. Stop advocating or you won't be around to."

"Have you lost your mind? All the other Dracic's are on board with this too."

"You are all cowards. Stand up for yourselves we are much more powerful than the humans and they know it. That's why there will never be true peace. It's all make believe. We either force their hand or we annihilate them. We shouldn't be beneath them."

"You've got a screw loose man; you need to get some help."

"Stop advocating, or I'll be back, and this conversation will go a completely different way," I claimed as I walked away.

These young supernaturals they were so stupid. I've been around for over a thousand years and I've only seen death as well as destruction every time they try to reside in peace. The humans have always felt they were better than us, but we are much more evolved than they are. I will not allow this new movement for peace proceed to completion as I knew where it would lead. It would lead to yet another war, and in the last thousand years the humans have evolved their weapons, and they knew how to kill every supernatural creature there was. The humans were even trying to develop a cure for supernaturals that wanted to be human again, but I knew it was all a ploy.

The human's just wanted to be in control, and they will always want to be in control. If it were up to the humans, they would enslave us and make us use our abilities for their gain. They wouldn't care what it did to us if it would benefit them, and we've evolved too far to let the humans push us to the brink of extinction. I knew the only way there would truly be peace is if they would allow us to be part of their government, which I knew would never happen without someone's hand being forced. Now I'm going to be the one to force their hand and get them to see they will not control us. My next step was something drastic, but it needed to be done and I knew it would start a massive war.