~15 Years Ago~
Night was upon the land; the moon was beaming brightly, casting its eerie light down on the earth. Josephs mother was tucking him in his bed. "Time to go to bed sweetie." She cooed gently wrapping him up in his superhero bed sheets. "But I don't wanna go to bed..." He pouted looking up to his smiling mother, "I know. But you need to make sure your up ready for school tomorrow. I'll tell you what, you be a good boy at school this week and me and your daddy will take out somewhere nice okay?" She continued giving that beaming smile as she kissed his forehead before turning to head to the door, "night mommy. Love you." Joseph said turning on his side, "night Joseph. Love you too." She switched off the light and left the door ajar a bit.
It wasn't long before the little nine year old boy was woke up by the sound of something clawing around his bed, his eyes fixated at the end of his bed where he couldn't see anything, but the sound of a laboured breath reached his ears. Gulping he tried covering his head with his sheets in hopes that he could hide from it, naively he thought this. Soon the creature started tugging on the bedding lightly, softly, slowly pulling it from his body, "mommy!" He screamed from the top of his lungs, it was only moments before she appeared, instantly she tried turning the light on, it wouldn't work, squinting in the darkness she saw a silhouette looming over her son, "get away from him!" Her hand reached for his bedside lamp as she took a swing at the monster; what she thought was a person. However the figure seemed to vanish after she took a swing, dazed and confused she darted her head around trying to see something, anything.
"Mommy I'm scared!" Joseph got up from his bed his arms reaching out for his mother who tried grabbing him but something forced her back, slamming her into the wall. Her anguish cries for her son to run were barely audible, like something was clamping down on her throat. "Mommy!" His hot tears poured from his eyes before his mothers stomach was ripped open with ease like it was wet tissue paper, her internal contents spilled forth in a stinking bloody mess. The life from her eyes faded as she prayed that her son be saved. "No!" He screamed, stretching the word out as a men stormed into the room, firing off a shot that seemed to scare the phantom spirit away as he checked the remains of the wife it was apparent that she was dead but a simple glance, then he grabbed hold of the boy, everything was moving so fast, all Joseph could think about was his mother, constantly screaming and crying for his mommy kicking, lashing out at the man who was grabbing hold of him like he was part of the thing that was scaring him.
Joseph whimpered at the man, who he finally recognised to be his dad. "Da-daddy. It, it..." His dad knew what he was trying to say, so he just hugged his son closer in his arms. His father had no answers, only questions, something human couldn't have simply vanished like that, but he wasn't the type to believe in anything supernatural. That event that happened that night would change his life forever.
Joseph was simply minding his own business as he walked to where he worked. He worked at a garage and it paid enough to live on, it always wasn't a particularly hard job to do, as long as he had something to do and occupy his mind he was okay. When a car pulled up alongside him with the window down. "Joseph Manning?" One of two men said, both looked like FBI to him, wearing the black and white, even with the shades, like something right out of men in black. "Yeah?" He said confused, they had to be FBI to know his appearance, name, and location. "We need to talk to you if you don't mind?" Joe just lowered down and nodded, "actually I do mind. I'm on my way to work." He said ready to leave when one of them spoke out "it's about your mother." That instantly grabbed his attention as he lowered down again looking at the mans eyes, or technically his shades. "What do you know about my mother?" He asked curiously, "you need to come with us. We only want to talk to you for a few minutes. The garage won't mind, we've already spoke with them." They lied, but he didn't think they were lying so he got into the car and they drove off.
"So what do you know about my mother?" He couldn't wait to know, he had to be told right this instant. "You said in your report to the police, that is wasn't a person. But a monster. Could you elaborate?" The one that wasn't driving asked, as the car pulled in a direction heading to the outskirts of town, but Joe was too busy thinking and listening to notice. "Well, I was a kid. So I probably didn't see what happened properly." He lied, of course he remembered that night, it would be forever imbedded in his memory. "It doesn't matter, we are running new ideas, we want to hear the eye witness account." His voice was genuine enough, "wait, can I see some ID actually..." Joe felt a little stupid for not asking before, the man nodded before pulling out a badge from his suit, it said Agent Weylan, it did say FBI. So nodded that it was okay, so this agent Weylan put his badge away before Joe went on to explain the events that he could recall so vividly. "As I said maybe I was thinking straight?" He said casually, before the two men nodded to each other, as if learning something. "Wait a minute? Where the hell are we going?" Joe asked looking out his window as they had left the town, his head turned when something was jabbed into his arm and he suddenly felt dizzy and his speech was slurred as he tried asking what the hell that was. But he passed out.
The two men took Joe to a sealed room, it had all symbols of protection on it, steel doors, for both creatures and humans, it looked like a holding cell in jails, but there was no bars at all. It had a bathroom, and bed, simple things like a place to put clothes.
While he was out cold Kevin, one of the men who brought Joe in headed to get Kate. He had a feeling she'd be in the library, since she was new she would be more than likely still reading up on texts and lore. He entered with a shout. "Hey Kate! Boss wants to see you about a partner." He couldn't contain his smirk, as he knew that she'd have a whale of a time trying to get on with the new guy. He silently remembered what it was like being that person stuck in one of those rooms. All she really had to do was convince him that he wasn't insane, as well as to get revenge on evil pricks that kill for the fun of it, or just kill in general he thought.