Beautifully Dangerous.... That's what they used to call me. Now I'm just your friendly neighborhood home health nurse... Ellie Stevens... But what I wouldn't give to be me once again. To enjoy my true calling as I once did not so long ago. The capture and the kill was, and is, my true heart's desire. Ridding the world of foolish and cruel people is a beautiful art. My art.

 Don't get me wrong. I play my part as a nurse well. The truly ill should never suffer due to poor care. I cannot stand those who prey on the infirm, so I am always careful with my patients, even supplying them with a seemingly caring bedside manner. Of course, should their suffering become too great, or should they make the request, I have no problem ending them comfortably and quietly.

 I am ashamed to say this, but it was fear that made me into who I am today. I had to run, had to find a good place to hide in plain sight. I ask myself, what would make someone like me feel fear?

 Something I did not think possible.

 Last year I was employed by a group called The Servants of Tartarus. My job was to capture anyone of my choosing and deliver them, alive, to a small cabin just south of Chatsworth, New Jersey. The pay was excellent, and honestly, it seemed like a pretty good gig at the time. Nevertheless, I am the curious sort and had an interest in what they might be doing with the people I brought them. So, one night I decided to follow the group after I had made my weekly delivery…

 They took their prize about 30 minutes further south to the bank of a small river. They painted some type of symbols all over this man and started to chant. Now, far be it for me to judge, but something about this was setting me on edge. Then suddenly one of the Servants stabbed the man in the eye and what appeared to be a bright blue fog rushed out of the man’s mouth. I didn’t know what I was seeing, but whatever it was, the Servants were quick to collect it in what looked like a large wine bottle. Two of them took sips of the gaseous substance while the others just kept chanting. Then the dead man’s head jerked up, his one eye focused on the man in front of him, and I clearly heard the dead man say, “Master, someone watches you from the shadows.” I suddenly understood that the blue fog stuff was the man’s essence, or soul… And they controlled him by drinking it… Then, they all turned to look in my direction and, of course, I ran…

 I kept running… Until now. Now they have come to my safe little town, but I am no longer afraid… I am mad as hell. Once I hunted for them… Now I hunt them… Soon, if I succeed, the Servants of Tartarus will all be eradicated. I have taken a lesser one of their order to assist me, his name is Jackson… And I am his only friend…