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"You see that man with the briefcase over there?"

The eight year old boy turned to look at the man that was being pointed out.

"I want you to kill him,"

Fang plodded down the street, his hands shoved in his hoody pocket with the hood drawn over his head. No one paid any attention to him, which he was fine with. People made him uncomfortable.

Keeping his head down, he glanced up to watch the boy he was following. The other had sandy blond hair and was quiet muscular. He looked like the kind of guy who beat up many kids daily on sheer power alone. Probably not the best person in the world to stalk.

Fang crept closer to his quarry, hoping that he would be able to hear any conversations the other might get caught up in. He had left the apartment only a couple of hours ago. He had started by wandering around town, window shopping and such, and then he saw this boy and felt the overwhelming desire to know how a teenaged boy acts. How he would have acted if he was normal.

So, here he was, stalking this random boy.

He snuck a little closer. His footsteps were silent as he walked over the pavement. The other boy had stopped and was now talking with some red haired girl. Grief bubbled up in Fang's chest, but he quickly tamed it. There was no way he was going to be able to have a normal life, he should just accept it.

Looking back over at the other, Fang was deciding if there was any possible way to get closer when the other suddenly spun around and glared directly at him.

"What do you want, freak?" The boy hissed, his turquoise eyes glowing in annoyance.

Fang kept his gaze on the sidewalk, bringing his hood down even more to hide his eyes. He saw a pair of sneakers in his line of vision and knew that the boy was standing right in front of him. For a couple of tense seconds, Fang thought the boy was just going to examine him then leave, but then he felt a hand land on his shoulder. Tensing, he tried to pull away from the other, only to be shoved backward. He stumbled and tried to catch himself, but another pair of hands pushed his back so he fell toward the blond.

Miraculously staying up on his own two feet, Fang braced himself for another shove. Instead a cackling laugh reached his ears and he turned to the red haired girl who was laughing at him.

"You really think you can be popular, emo?" the girl laughed.

Fang frowned in confusion. Emo? What was that? Was it an animal or something? He had never heard of it before.

He was brought out of his musings by another harsh shove, this one sending him to the ground. He groaned softly and rubbed his sore backside, glancing up at the grinning blond. Was this how all teenagers were like? Would he have been like him if Boogey never came? Fang didn't want to be anything like this guy. The boy grabbed the front of his hoody and dragged him to his feet, his hand already formed into a fist.

"Leave him alone!"

Fang's eyes widened in shock as a new voice interjected itself into the scene. The blond slowly let him go, but not before shoving him back a bit. This time, Fang was capable of staying on his feet. Despite his curiosity, he refused to turn to look at the new comer. Needing something to do with his hands, he started to play with the chains that were attached to his pockets.

"Just go away Dylan, no one wants you here." A second voice piped up.

The male voice was much closer to him than the other one had been. Fang flinched away, his eyes squeezing shut in fear. He was not used to being around people, let alone people who could potentially harm him. He felt a hand land on his shoulder and flinched away again, blushing slightly when he heard himself let out a squeak. He really needed to learn how to keep his involuntary noises to himself.

"Don't worry, their gone." A feminine voice said, coming from directly in front of him.

Cautiously, he opened his eyes and was met with the sight of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Then again, it wasn't like he saw any girls his age lately. The girl had sun streaked blond hair and large brown eyes that reminded him of the chocolate frosting from that cake he had earlier. Her clothes weren't skin tight but they also showed off her curves nicely.

Then, he remembered that there was someone else. Glancing to the side, he saw a boy his age. The boy still had his hand on Fang's shoulder; his cloudy blue eyes looked at him with concern. The boy had styled strawberry blond hair and he wore nice clothes, better than Fang's anyway.

"I haven't seen you around before, are you new?" The girl asked, tilting her head to the side.

Fang stared at her, trying to decide if the kindness in her voice was honest or not. Deciding that answering her wouldn't hurt, he nodded.

"Well, I'm Max and that's Iggy. The three idiots from earlier were Dylan, Sam and Lissa. Don't worry about them; they think they can control people through fear." Max explained.

Fang nodded, understand what it's like to be around someone like that. They stood there in awkward silence for quite some time before Fang realized that they were waiting for him to introduce himself. Shifting uncomfortably, he watched an ant walk along the sidewalk.

"Well, um, you can hand out with us….you know, if you want." The boy – Iggy was it? – said, scratching the back of his head.

Fang stared at him in shock. They wanted to hang out with him? Hang out as in do stuff with? Him of all people? He flicked his gaze over to Max to see that she was smiling at him in encouragement. It couldn't hurt…right? Taking a deep breath, he nodded his head.

"Great!" Max shouted, grabbing his arm and dragging him. Caught off guard, Fang let her do what she wanted.

"Dude, your screwed now!" Iggy laughed from behind him.

"But-but I don't want too."

The man ignored the young ones plea and forced the gun into the eight year olds small hand. The boy tried to jerk away, but the man grabbed his arm and wrapped his own meaty fingers over the boy's smaller ones, forcing the boy's tiny finger over the trigger.

"That was an order," The man snarled as he aimed the gun straight at the business man's head and made the boy pull the trigger.