DEPARTMENT 7

(The Paranormal Investigative Response Units)

“.........Our mission is to uphold the peace, justice, and order through the old and new worlds of the supernatural. Together we stand united, no matter the species, the race, or origin in this department. We fight to the end, to the last breath, to the agent in our ranks. WE ARE Department 7!!!!!!”

-Director Samantha Hall’s graduation speech for the new recruits to the brand new department.

Prologue:

Death. That’s all I’ve known for 10 years with the occasional saving good people and then going to a bar and hooking up with demons, lycans, vampires, or whatever is drunk enough to sleep with me. Then fucking them until they end up like Steven Hawking, he he. I’ve never been into the whole relationship thing, ugh sounds horrible. Oh shit before I forget, my names is Agent 13, a.k.a John Hawke, (No, me and Ethan Hawke are not related). I know it’s a stereotypical name, but it’s the one my folks gave me. Anyways let me tell you something’s about me, just kidding. Dumbass’ think I’m gonna tell you about my life story just yet, he he think again. But I guess I’m feeling a little generous today, so I’ll start from the b. I’ve been on many crazy adventures such as freeing fellow agents from hell, banging an angel in a alleyway, and then saving the world from destruction a few times here and there. But the most interesting mission was when I got teleported to a different planet full of talking ponies with powerful magic. I’ll tell it from the beginning, so i won’t have any confusion or shit like that.

Author's Note

Hey this is my first Fimfiction, so go try not to butcher me to bad. It would greatly appreciated if you all gave a thumbs up and comment on what I can approve on or add to the story. Thanks you guys so much.