AN: I hope that you will like this story. Read and enjoy it.

Chapter One: Enemy Next Door

If I told you that I was the leader of a crew of men at least ten years older than me, you would think that I am lying. Truthfully, I am. I am only seventeen, and I already head a crew of guys under my wing. This crew was left to me by my late father who passed when I was three. We call ourselves the Flames of Canada. We aren't a gang by any means. We are basically a vigilante group, and we can help or hinder the police at certain points. Basically, I like these guys, and I treat them as my family, and vice-versa. On a serious note, I came close to crossing the point of no return a few times, and that isn't the scary part of it. What is scary about it however, is that I didn't care.

-Alexander James Meisterman

Alexander was sitting on his front porch, calmly talking to his friend, Lance, fellow member of the Flames of Canada. They were talking about some relevant and irrelevant things, who's going to be NCAA Champion, their girlfriends, who is doing what and why. As they calmly talked, a detective's car pulled up in front of his house.

"Hey Alexander, isn't that your sister's car?" Lance asked, pointing to the blue car idling in front of his house.

"Yep, it is." Alexander said. Soon enough, a blonde female with her long hair in a ponytail got out the car, and walked up the steps, smiling lightly at the two. But Alexander knew that she had something on her mind.

"Hey, little brother. Lance." Melissa said upon reaching them.

"Hey sis. It's a long drive from the station, so you must have some news for us." Alexander said.

"Well, I do." Melissa said. She handed him a picture, and Alexander and Lance looked it over.

"Who is this?" Lance asked.

"Brody Smith." Melissa said. "A serial sex offender who is moving close by. He's from Seattle, but his living under an assumed name up here in Canada."

"Who did he fancy?" Alexander asked.

"Teenage girls your age." Melissa said. "I want him to be locked up, but AFIS has one big flaw in it."

"What's that?" Lance asked.

"AFIS doesn't carry Canadian prints, so he could have moved up here without his record following him." Alexander said.

"Look, here's the address that he is moving to. I got to get back. Later." Melissa said, calmly walking back to her car, and driving away. Alexander looked at this address, and saw that it indeed was very close by.

"This is in walking distance." Alexander said to Lance. "Come on."

Alexander and Lance quickly walked around the corner, and were standing right in front of his house. This area was oddly familiar to Alexander. Lance looked around, and knew that this area was familiar to them.

"Alexander, isn't that Casey's house?" Lance said. Alexander looked up, and saw that to his horror, Casey, the girl that he loved, was going to be living right next to a serial rapist.

"Dear god." Alexander choked out. "Call the crew, we are having a meeting right now."

"Got it." Lance said. Alexander knew that he should tell Casey and her family about this, but there was one thing that he needed.

Proof.

"If this bastard lays one hand on anyone I know, I'll kill him, and I don't care who knows it." Alexander said to himself, calmly walking back to his home.

Brody sat in his house looking out his window at Casey as she was walking into her home.

"She's so beautiful." Brody told himself. He could no longer take it anymore. He knew one thing and one thing for sure.

She was going to be HIS...

AN: Now we have a serial rapist living right next to Alexander's girlfriend. R&R for more, happy readers!