Bang. Rain heard a gun shot, the sound as deafening as thunder to her highly trained ears. She sighed; Who had died this time? Everyone believed this to be a perfect planet. Lush, green forests, clean water, enough food for everyone, medicine to cure sicknesses. But everyone also missed things.

There were four small groups in this 'perfect world', each dedicated to something different: Group One, the destruction of the current world leader. Group Two, protection of that same woman. Group Three: Surviving highly dangerous situations, natural and man made. They were often used by militaries before branching off. And lastly, Group Four. The most dangerous of them all. Dedicated to bringing the apocalypse to Earth.

Bang! Another gunshot was heard, but closer tonight. Rain took off running, the girl of Group Three's long, light brown hair flying out behind her. Her icy blue eyes glinted in the shadows crossing her face, casted by the streetlights. She needed to get to Emily, George, Elena, and Thomas before it was too late. She was on patrol; They wouldn't worry about the shots.

"We have to go!" She exclaimed, slamming open the door to their apartment room. Everyone stood, warm soup meals that had been heated on the stove forgotten. Without a word, they began packing. "Rain?" Elena asked, walking up to her. Although she was the oldest, the girl with brown curls was quite timid. "We... There's someone here to see you."

A boy appeared, having walked out of the guest room. He was about 18 or 19, and had sandy brown hair, with the most gorgeous hazel eyes you'd ever see. "Hey, Rainy." He smirked, causing her blood to boil. "What the hell are you doing here, Luka?" She asked, her voice sickly sweet. "Just coming to see my favorite person. I have a lot to talk about. Let's go get something. What do you say, sweetheart?"

A bit later, with the rest of her group safe, Luka and Rain were sitting in a small restaurant that was about twenty minutes from the apartment. Rain wouldn't talk. "Look, sweetheart, I bought you pancakes. You might as well cooperate. She rolled her cold eyes in reply. "First, don't call me sweetheart. Second, you tried to kill me. I'll be damned if pancakes act as a sorry."

He looked disappointed and amused. Then, Luka simply shrugged and stood up. "Good luck on your own, then." He started to walk away. Rain perked up, interest sparked. "What do you mean, good luck? What's coming." The fifteen year old asked. Luka stopped walking and turned around, eyes glittering coldly. "You really wanna know, sweetheart?" She nodded, also standing. He smirked. "Rainy... This is it; The apocalypse."

There was silence, lasting maybe a minute. "No." She shook her head. "No, that's not possible. Suzan isn't dead. She rules Earth. Not Group Three." Luka smiled grimly, tossing her a newspaper clip he had taken out of his pocket. She scanned it. On the front, in big letters, words read: 'Suzan Watson Dead? What's In Store For Us?' Rain looked down a bit, reading the article to herself. She started feeling sick, and two words seemed to swim off the page: Apocalypse, and Group Three. She looked up at the boy timidly. Then her world went black.