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Disclaimer Deuce: Some days you're dog, some days you're the fire hydrant, guess which one I've been for the last week (Embry: Where I lay my head is home, see that rock? That's my pillow)

Embry's POV

I Looked around me and for a second took in the scenery. The was beautiful fall in Minnesota. The leaves fell together and separately. The beautiful designs were lost on in my eyes, my focus elsewhere. As to be expected, all I could find here was couples, everyone seemed happy, content whereas I couldn't see the sun, but the sun itself was bright it had gone nowhere but what it symbolized to me was gone. I moved quickly to get out of the way of a man carrying deep fried squid. And moved left out of the way of a man with chocolate covered bacon, yep, I was at the Minnesota state fair all right. Another person bumped my shoulder walking by with I could only guess, on a stick. And then I saw a large sign for Pickles on a stick. Why the hell is everything on a stick here? I asked myself. As I expected I was lonely. I needed people but I didn't need just anyone, having Jasper here to make me feel better, Jacob, Emmett… none of them would make the pain go away. They were worried about me though, I was on my way back, I stopped by for the day, one last time before I went back home, to the place where I belonged. I just needed to be alone, the Cullens would be the perfect family again because that's what they were. They were the perfect family. They did nothing wrong, hell even Edward was coming around. Holy shit, don't let him know you thought that. I thought to myself making a mental checklist. To think that I was okay was crazy… I was fine. Earlier I had ordered a foot long corn dog, and yes it was on a stick. I had stopped by the 'Kare 11 news stand' looking for something to entertain me but nothing did, it wasn't for lack of material but rather because my mind was elsewhere, always elsewhere. Nothing here could hold my attention. Nothing could distract me from the pain in my heart. Maybe it was time I went back home. Yes that's where I'd go. I made my way to a smaller stage where a four person acapella group was singing. I stopped for a moment to listen to them speak before their show.

"This next song is an odd song, because you hear a lot of country songs about their woman leaving you, their dog running away, you know the normal country stuff. This is a revenge country song." I stopped in my tracks to hear what exactly he meant. They 'tuned up' which was this horrible sound they made that I knew from playing music had nothing at all to do with tuning. I smiled at their sound, it was country.

"If you were a nose I would not pick you
and if you were a stamp I would not lick you
and if you were a letter I would send you far away so I'd never have to see your ugly face
and if you were a dog I'd probably kick you
and if you were a booger I would flick you!
and if you were a car I would crash you in to a tree and maybe then you'd stay away from me

OH you're the most unattractive person that I've ever met
your breath smells like you drank from a toilet
I'd like to strap you to a rocket and shoot you to the sun and watch you burn, that would be fun

if you were a pop I would not drink you
and if you was a thought I would not think you
and if you were a kidney stone you'd probably never pass, you're nothing but a pain in the.... neck
if you were a song I would not sing you
and if you were a bell I would not ring you...
and if you were a drum I would take a stick and beat you in the face... rat a tat tat

Oh you're the most unattractive person that I've ever seen
your head is fat on top of that you're mean
why don't you go and dig a hole and bury yourself alive... that would make me happy"

I smiled as the song ended. Yes it was quite a song, one I'd remember. The group finished the song and waved farewell after thanking people for coming out and told the name of their group, Four Shadow. The name was familiar I had heard it somewhere before. I had no desire to stay much longer so I headed out,

I had no form of transportation so I was going to walk until I got out of the cities. I left the State Fair and headed north, not knowing much of where I was going just that it was north. This might scare some people, but very few things scared me anymore, and one of them wasn't dark alleys, nor was the fact I was being followed by six large men who were talking about jumping me for the last couple of minutes. I think they'd gathered enough time to make a strategy to take me down. People like this deserved what they would inevitably get. They saw me as a challenge, not as a rich man, they wanted to prove they were stronger, bigger, that they could take on someone who looked as dangerous as me. At six feet nine inches tall I could do very little to hide my muscle. I smiled they followed the wrong man, and I wasn't particularly forgiving today. I took a turn in to a dark alley I knew was unlit, they laughed behind me as approached the mouth of the alley behind me. They blocked off my exit and I still hadn't turned around to face them. I knew they carried weapons, I scoured the alley for one of my own and found it.

Leaning up against the dumpster was a shovel, it was spade shaped metal ended without a plastic handle on the opposite end. It looked strong and sturdy, it would do the trick. I slid my foot under the shovel then kicked it up to my hands and spun around facing my pursuers. I smirked evilly.

"Look what we have here, this might be fun boys" the person I could only assume was their leader. He was no taller than six foot and carried a chain. I estimated he didn't weigh anymore than 200 pounds. Without wiping the smirk off my face I responded.

"Yeah, you want to turn around and walk away before I beat the shit out of you." Once again the leader laughed. I shrugged out of my trench coat dropping it to the ground. Two of the guys took a step back. The leader laughed.

"There are six of us." He said looking back to the other guys who seemed to be shaking. I smirked lowering my shovel in to a ready position.

"So get six more of you and we'll have an even fight." He laughed before whipping his chain at me. I moved the top half of the shovel to block it and the chain wrapped around the end. I caught a hold of the chain after it wrapped around and yanked him towards me. He fell to his knees at my feet and I flipped the shovel hitting him in the back of the head with the metal part of the shovel. His arms buckled then he fell on his face in the alley. He's not getting up any time soon.

"Holy shit, call the police we need to get some help." I didn't turn to hear who it was but the sound was coming from outside the alleyway. If cops showed up this could be trouble.

"Hah, which ones?" I laughed for a moment, he didn't know if I needed the help or the other guys. I thought to myself. My attention turned back to the other five as two charged at me, one holding a metal pipe the other with a knife. I ducked under a high swing from the pipe and stepped past him and kicked him away so I could deal with the one with the knife by himself. He swung over head and I caught the blade middle of the wood part of the shovel, his knife stuck in to it as he tried to pull it out at first. I took a prep step and kicked him backwards sending him in to his three other friends. I watched him knock over two more people leaving one standing. I got prepared myself for the two in front of me. They laughed for a moment , but I couldn't tell why.

A strong pain spread from the back of my spine. Falling to my hands and knees I felt the repeated assault of metal on my back. I felt another punch from one of the other two men attacking me. I put my right knee on the ground and got up to one knee delivering a strong open hand uppercut to one of the two without a weapon. He was lifted in to the air by the impact of the blow and landed on the ground in front of me. I fell on my face again after a hard hit to my spine by the metal pipe. I ignored the pain and looked him in the eye as he raised the pipe above his head. I got to my knees then charged at him burying my shoulder in to his stomach. My arms wrapped around him and I lifted and rammed him in to the wall. He winced in pain and dropped the pipe. I didn't let go and slammed him against the ground letting him go.

I looked back only three left to deal with, the one I'd kicked had made his way back to standing and had lined up next to his other friends. The one on the left took two steps forward and then swung with a strong hook I ducked caught his arm then directed his momentum over my left shoulder. He flew through the air a foot before landing on his back and I focused on the other two in front of me. Of the two the one on right took a step forward and pulled a large knife out of his pocket, he charged with the blade backwards in his hand for a slash against my shoulder, this guy at least had an idea what he was doing. I caught he right arm with my left hand then connected with my right against the side of his jaw, pain ripped in to my hand he started to fall but his grip on his knife didn't falter, I hit the top of his wrist then the bottom at the same time and his hand released. I caught the knife in midair and spun it between my fingers turning it so the blunt end was facing up, as my assailant did. I did mine for a different reason though. I knew no matter how many people there were. If I was the one who was slashing people up I was going to be the attacker not the defender. The man I took the knife from got up quickly and wrapped the unsharpened side of the knife across his throat. He stopped dead in his tracks. He swung his elbow hitting me in the stomach a quick slit my breath slid away then I reached between his arm and body sliding my arm up and catching my other hand in a half nelson keeping my knife across his throat, even though I left a small trail of blood. The other man charged at me and without letting go of my half nelson I hit him against the brink wall then tossed him in the full nelson against the wall behind me. His shoulder and head hit first. I tossed the knife to the side.

The man charging me pulled his arm back for an obvious punch. He swung and I caught his fist in the palm of my hand and squeezed it. He winced in pain and swung with his other arm, I easily blocked it away then open palm slapped him on the chest then grabbed him by the throat. Lifting him by his throat I pushed his body against the wall. I held him in place realizing the guy I tossed over my shoulder was getting back up. He grabbed the metal pipe and swung it at me, threw a kick that blocked the pipe knocking his weapon out of his hand. My I tried to kick him away with a side kick, but while holding the other guy against the wall with my other arm I couldn't get much power, regardless he went down. Pain shot in to my bicep holding the man up my strength faltered. I dropped him to the ground but tried to hold my grip, I turned to see a knife in the side of my arm. I gave a painful squeeze of his neck with my hand ignoring the pain searing in my arm. I pulled the knife out of my arm spinning it in my good hand and hit him in the temple with the blunt end of my knife. His body crumpled as I dropped my knife and caught him by his collar. I alone was holding his weight up. As anger burned in me I tossed him over my head with both arms his body flew against the wall upside down and landed on his neck. He's not getting up any time soon.

I turned my attention on the last man standing. I ignored the burning in my right bicep and slowly and methodically stalked my last assailant. He put his arms up in a defensive position throwing a boxing straight punch I slid to the left and snapped a round house kick to his gut bending him over. I looked over to the dumpster realizing the door was open on the top. I smirked to myself my left arm grabbed his shirt and pulled him up to a standing form. I reared back and then slammed my forehead in to the bridge of his nose shattering it. Both his hands shot up to his face to protect his nose. With my bad arm I gripped the top of his pants. I was very angry, and not so much at these people but angry in general, this one wouldn't cause me anymore trouble but that wasn't good enough. I spun my hips and used momentum and threw him in to the open door of the dumpster, dropping him in to it and the door on top of him.

My body was still tight with anger coursing in and outside. My fists were clenched next to me. This anger wasn't for them it was for me, for him. It wasn't about them, I could have gotten away from them, why didn't I? I knew the answer though, I needed this. It felt good to be in control. It felt good to feel pain, physical pain, I didn't need any other sort of pain, that kind of pain I dealt with daily. There still was a lot of blood coming out of my arm. I reached down at the leader still holding the chain. I ripped his shirt off and tightly knotted his shirt around my right bicep. I heard a couple groans from the ground but no one was getting up too fast, and none wanted to go a second round with me. I heard a police car screech to a halt behind me and the officer ran out of the car with his gun out. I tried not to see the amusement in the situation but I failed and smirked anyway. While he stared dumbfounded at the scene that had taken place I bent over and picked up my trench coat. Slowly as to not make any quick movements I put my trench coat back on. The officer stared at me.

"Drop your weapons." He said not quite ready to point a weapon of his at me looking at the scene behind me.

"Sir, I have no weapons." The police officer shook his head in disbelief.

"So you're telling me that you took out five armed men without a single weapon." I shrugged with a cocky air to myself.

"Actually six, there's one in the dumpster too." He holstered his weapon and looked at me with open hands.

"Well I'm going to need to have you come in for questions." I shook my head softly. In response to his statement, there was no way I was going to answer why I could beat the shit out of six people.

"I'm sorry officer but I'll need to decline." He shook his head,

"It wasn't a request." He said turning his back and using his radio.

"Yes this is Officer Brigins, I'm going to need a couple cars at…" he didn't finish He turned around to see me running in to the alley. I leapt on to the dumpster I threw one of the guys in. then I stepped and jumped off the edge of the dumpster barely catching the edge of windowsill. I could have jumped in but I wanted to at least make it look humanly possible. I pulled myself up and my right arm scream in pain and I let go with my right holding tight with my left. I pulled myself up exclusively with my left arm but let my right arm hold on for balance. I assessed the building I was in, it was an apartment. I went out the front door and down the hall to the end of the hall. I opened the window and stepped out of the fire escape. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could I reached the roof and heard cop cars in the distance. I looked around me and saw the roof of a building one floor lower than the one I was on. I exhaled slowly and sprinted as fast as I could to the edge of the roof planting my foot on the ledge then leaping as hard as I could. I flew through the air clearing the street and landing on the next roof as a rolled up to my feet. I ignored the pain in my spine from the roll and got running again. This time I slid down a drain pipe and jogged three blocks in the opposite direction before looking back to see if the police officers had moved.

They were searching the same building to find where I was hiding in there. I made my decision and started heading south again, this time I'd actually go south west. I looked up to the skies and sighed softly. I was running away again, I would tell myself it wasn't because it's what I wanted but I wasn't ready for the Cullens. I'm sorry guys, but I need more time.

Yeah so I just finished tonight due to one reviewers persistence over a third of my chapter is a fight scene, I liked it but I plan to go darker next time… hmm maybe a bit more gore… well Thanks for your reviews… So please leave me comments, reviews, idea's, rolls of 20 dollar bills. And review shaped love