In a back alley, two individuals were enjoying themselves. They were taking pleasure in someone else's torture. The captives' were an elderly man, and a young man their screams were muffled, and they were blindfolded. They were following orders, from their superior, Charles Mathis. Their names were Byron and Jillian, and they were changers.

"You H-Us must be cramped in this trunk, huh?" Byron asked.

They nodded wildly; he then pulled out a Syringe, and squeezed it into the old man's neck. "Hopefully this'll work and you'll be feelin' young again, Gramps." The old man winced, and twitched until, he passed out. "Huh! Is that supposed to happen?" He asked her

"Ain't my needle, don't know--talk to the Boss." She said in her Southern accent. "Ooh! Me next, I called the cute one." She did the same to the other captive, and he had the same reaction.

"Huh! Didn't know I was that much of a knockout!"

"You? A knockout? Sure." He said sarcastically, she touched his back. He screamed, and knelt to the floor, her hand was literally inside of his back, she smiled cordially. "Was that sarcasm, Byron? Fair warning, I am squeezin' your spine." she said He yelled, and grunted; his pain was torturous.

"No! N-Never sarcasm!" she released him and dark blood spilled from his back. She smile and watched it drip from her hand.

"Stupid Wraith!" He whispered and waited for his wound to seal up.

"Anyway, there's

news on the veer end." She said

"Really? What misdemeanors have WE been up to?" He probed

"Some kinda accident on Colson and Prattis. One of us and an H-U." She replied

"Huh, interesting." He closed the trunk, and opened the passenger door for her.

"What a gentleman! There's more. The H-U saw the healin' ability!" she said as she slid into the seat.

Byron did the same, and slammed the door. "Hmm, that's no good! We should do something about that."

He and Jill shared a wicked smile. "But, first things first--we deliver these bodies to the Boss Man." He said and they drove away.