Okay, admit it. The last chapter sucked majorly. I know. That's why I am taking the step to DELETE it. Same story, different first chapter. I need to keep the creepy aspect in this story. Enjoy!

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"I'm ready."

The cool metal of the chair dug into my spine, causing me to jump up. It wasn't a lie. I was ready. Ready for my job.

He stared down at my paper intently, his glasses slipping down his long, slender nose. Then, he looked up at me.

"Nicholas. Nicholas Burner," He cleared his throat. "Your list here is exceptional. I'll say that. But-"

The phone rang. I glared at it. He smiled thinly. "Mr. Burner, I was saying that you need a new name." He pushed the phone off the desk, causing it to crack, which later died.

The smoke tickled my nose. I ignored it, staring into his cold eyes. He was cold. Like a venomous snake. He could kill me.

He could destroy me.

I pushed the angry thought out of my mind, waiting for him to speak. He folded his hands together in front of himself, then looked up at my shaking form.

"Choose a name. You simply cannot have your own. Everyone will Immediately know this 'Nicholas.' Now. Go on."

I racked my brain for a good name. Nothing too normal. Something new.

Then a voice spoke in my head. 'Fang.'

Why should it be Fang?

"Fang!" I blurted out. He had to except it. He needed me.

"Fantastic. Fang. I will call you when I have thought about it. Have a great evening, Fang." He pointed to the door, and I nodded. I pushed it, but didn't budge.

"It's a pull. Pull, Fang." I couldn't see him, but I could tell he was smiling.

I hated him.

"Right, yes. Um, bye." I quickly ran out of there, into the alley way. I shook my hands, thanking god it was over.

But the nightmares still came. They swirled into my empty, cold mind. Pushing and pulling my brain, squeezing out my strength.

My only weakness.

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"Max! Take it in, let it go. We need to leave!" My mother peeked around the corner, frowning. "You are ready, correct?"

"Yes, mom," I turned around. "I am. Let us leave the house I grew up in. Leave it to a bunch of b-"

"Maximum! I will not accept that language!" She stomped down the stairs, her dark brown curls flying everywhere.

Angel and Gazzy were already strapped in the van, squealing and giggling at the disney movie in front of them.

If only I could be capable of happiness.

We are leaving our cozy home in Arizona, to go to New York. New york? Yeah.

People say that it's SO safe, and cops are EVERYWHERE TO HELP YOU WITH YOUR TROUBLES. Troubles of 13 year olds mugging you in broad daylight.

"Mom. I'm 17. Can I fly the way to NYC? I know the way. It's not a long trip."

"Oh yes it is. Ms. Martinez, get in the van." She slipped on her pair of bug eyed sunglasses and honked.

I sighed, and buckled my seatbelt. You are probably thinking to yourself; "This girl has WINGS?"

Well yes. I do. My dad worked as a scientist for a lab. Before he, you know, killed himself.

He experimented on me. Which led to these feather babies stuck to my back.

So I can fly?

Yes. But not today.

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My phone ringing jolted me out of a deep sleep. I rubbed my eyes and grabbed the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Fang. I am calling to say you have made it." My heart was verocious, pumping in my throat.

"Really? Great."

"Yes, very great. Come to my office tomorrow at 7:00. In the evening. I'll tell you the details then. Goodbye."

"By-"

He hung up. Great. I should be happy right? I've got a job.

But this is not ordinary job.

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So? Is it better than the other first chapter? Maybe.

Review! I like them.

-Max