"It is your fault they ran away," Franzisca hissed at her twin sister, Freya, brushing her straight brown hair from over her eyes. They were twins, just like Rylee and Alec, sharing everything, but their hair colour. Freya had curly blond hair complimenting her hazel brown eyes. "How the hell would I have known that the bastard was a teleporter?" Freya fired back, "at least I shot him in the back, what did you do?" She was glaring at her now, staring with those brown eyes of hers. They walked stealthily in the woods, very careful not to arouse any attention, they didn't want to be seen carrying Freya's sniper, or Francizca’s rifle.

As they got out of the forest, they walked a couple of streets until they found their hideout. It was at the edge of Peyennah. An old, deserted building that only had one neighbour, a 90-year-old hunter named Mr. Clarke, who was, at this point, as good as dead. Their apartment was on the 4th floor, so they hopped on the old broken brown wooden stairs in the obscure building. Freya and Franzisca didn't actually care about turning on the lights and the old man simply couldn't. They walked through the gloomy hallway, barely seeing anything until they reached the fifth door on the left of the stairs, which was where they lived.

Franzisca opened the door and threw her rifle on the ground. Freya followed, picking up the rifle and placing both of their weapons on the bedside table. Their apartment was poky and full of boxes as they had just moved in one week ago. Franzisca roamed around the room cursing like her life depended on it, she was throwing a tantrum. Freya just sat on the brown couch in the living room watching her until she let it all out. "We had only one target, kill the werewolf. They didn't tell us that there would be others, they didn't warn us that we will be outnumbered." She said as she got out her phone and waited for the text.

This reminded her of the day they got the job, one week ago. Freya and Franzisca were busy in London, hunting down a pack of werewolves that was located in the Epping Forest. Blessed with telepathy, they were the best at their job, they could plan the whole attack without uttering a single word. As Franzisca shot the alpha werewolf, got out her knife and pierced a hole in its chest to extract the heart, her phone rang; the headquarters have given her and her sister a new task. "Jonathan Pierre. Peyennah, Fritzlanda. $2,000,000." The message informed and the bounty was intriguing enough to make them leave for Fritzlanda. They took the first flight to the country which was placed in the South of Europe and they started planning.

They didn't answer when Franzisca called but they sent a message later. "Update: Jonathan Pierre, Hayley Fleming, Alexander Sterling and Rylee Sterling. Extra $6,000,000." They both stared at the number and immediately accepted their mission. "They really think that we kill the supernatural creatures just for fun? What are we? Psychopaths?" Freya smirked.

"Well, you gotta admit, there is a certain type of fun in it,” they both laughed.

Hunters were part of the mutation, too. They had no powers, but they were smarter than mundanes and much more cunning and powerful. Their strength can match 50 men at a time, they were as smart as the People of the Mountain and as cunning as the People of the River, and therefore feared by all. Their mission was to kill supernatural creatures, yet their motive was not the fun in it. It was the big fat cheques of money; however, they still found fun in murdering, too, it was almost addicting. No one understood why they did it, not even themselves. Their headquarters were never seen or heard of, even when hunters were captured they would rather die than expose their headquarters, no one even knew who was running it, but why would they care? They get their money and that's the most important thing.

Franzisca and Freya were 17, with a bit toned athletic body and long hair. Intelligence was Freya’s strong suit, Franzisca, on the other hand, had more skill. Freya wasn't very fond of the battlefield, that's why she stuck to the sniper. It was far away from battle, plus, she was an excellent shooter, that's why Franzisca was angry when she missed her target, she was puzzled. Franzisca was more aggressive, she preferred one-on-one fights, she had her rifle, but she mostly relied on knuckles and knives and getting into the actual combat. She never lost a fight, not even with her sister, they would train together when they were younger and her sister always came up short. The two girls were raised in a family full of hunters, so they were of a pure bloodline and they were always the strongest warriors.

Freya put aside the small bottle of poison she had in her hand, "that will do us no good now," she huffed.

"We need more poison, of all types. We need the Jade Vine, the Middlemist red, the Kadupul Flower and the Campion." These flowers were poisonous to the supernatural people: Jade Vine had the ability to silence the People of The River, Kadupul Flower could paralyse the People of The Mountain, Middlemist Red for the People of The Desert, blinding their sight and Campion for the People of The Forest weakening their heart, reducing their healing and rendering them feeble. These flowers are so rare to mundanes, that's only because hunters have taken most of them to grow in secret facilities, as they created powders from them, putting these toxicants on their blades or their bullets, the rest of these flowers were taken by the supernaturals and were burned down.

"I am working on that, I have contacts who can deliver all by next week," Franzisca replied, "in the meantime, we can plan our next attack."

"I already have a plan," Freya wore her evil smile, "they never saw us, only our shadows, right? That short girl, I think she heard our thoughts, but we’ll deal with her later."

"So you want us to spy on them until the poison arrives?"

"Or even better, we’ll infiltrate their friend group. Get ready for tomorrow, we are going to school."