You made in my problem

(Sorry if you find parts of this boring, but I had a lot of information to get in. I'm completely open to suggestions, so if you have any ideas that you would want to see happen in the story please comment. It is greatly appreciated)

Fang-

Fang woke up to the soft glow of a lamp lighting a small room. His eye lids were heavy and eyes burned from over sleep. Looking down, he found he was tucked into a small one person bed, thick sheets covered his body. A steady throb was sent through him every time his heart beat and blood was pumped inside him. He needed to move around.

Eyes continuing to burn Fang pulled out his arm from under the covers to rub them, and found that from his hand up his elbow was wrapped tight in gauze. Blood crept up from his injured arm, blotting the top of the cast with little red dots. His injury reminded him of what had happened, the fight, the erasers claws in the tree. The girl.

He groaned, realizing he didn't know how he had gotten here, which only meant that he had to have fainted. The one thing he was trying so hard not to do until he found shelter.

Suddenly the only door in the small house swung open, ice cold air coming with it. It was the girl, from the other day, the one he had kicked in the leg. She thrust the door shut, and the house rattled, then headed over to a sink clutching at her arm. She grabbed a rag from the floor and ran it under the now flowing water. Her movements were swift as she pulled her shirt up and over her head, throwing it to the side. She wore a white camie underneath her shirt, runaway stands of white hair slipping from the loose bun holding it up, reached down past her shoulders.

The most shocking part of this display was the girl's skin, but only on her one side. From her arm, all the way up and onto her shoulder were large scares. They didn't look to Fang natural either, not like they were from battles, but came from the inside out. Fang was snapped back into reality when he heard her talk.

"Why is it always the old important guys who have the big security? Who needs seven body guards anyway?" she grumbled to herself as she scrubbed the crusting blood on her forearm. When she was done she wrapped it tight in gauze, throwing the blood soaked rag back to the ground and turning off the water. Fang swallowed.

The girl turned to pull a clean shirt off a hanger, throwing it over her head, then looked at Fang. "Pleased to see you're up. You slept for a long time, love. I was wondering if you had died on me.' she commented pulling down her hair and then putting it back up again in a no less messy bun.

Fang didn't know what to say, he was still concentrating on the medical procedure she had just done on herself. "Uh," he finally got out, "What the hell?" he asked when he had nothing else to say.

"What?" she asked, stopping from putting her arms though a sweat shirts sleeves to look at him.

"Well to start, where am I?"

"My house." She said sitting on the edge of the bed Fang lay in to take off her shoes.

"House?"

"That's right. And you're in my bed." She said turning to him and raising her eyebrows, a crooked smile crossing her face. "But that's ok because I don't really use it that muc-"she stopped, a thinking expression came into her eyes. "Anyway," she broke from her concentration "You have questions, go on. We have time." Another crooked smile in Fangs direction.

Fang swallowed again, the girl let out a breathy laugh.

'O.K. so, who are you anyway?" Fang asked, he didn't have to think about whether or not to ask this question.

"My name is Kamil,"

"That's vague."

"I answered the question. If you want to know about me you only have but to ask." Said Kamil pulling off the other shoe.

"Alright," Fang said, sliding out of the warm sheets. "What's up with you?"

"Ha," Kamil laughed at him, "Wow, you suck at this. You could have put that better, but I know what you meant so I'm going to have to say the same as you fly boy. I was raised in the school, tortured, made to the white coats expectations and am now a very sad little girl living alone in the woods with a boy with wings laying in my bed." She raised her eyebrows at Fang again.

"Oh, well what happened to your arm?"

"Oh that, um, that's er, right. Are you hungry? I could eat, its morning but I could go for some meat. You eat meat right or are you on an all bird food diet?" Fang couldn't help but smile at this.

"I thought I was the one asking questions." Fang said, not losing her eyes.

"Well, are you going to stick around for a while?"

"Yea, I guess."

"Then you have plenty of time for questions." Kamil said jumping off the bed and pulling Fang to his feet, throwing him some shoes. "But first, food." And she headed out the door. Fang had to jog a little to catch up, but found Kamil out by a mud covered bike.

A bright green dirt bike.

"I would give you your own bike but I don't think you can wrap your fingers around the throttle," she said kicking up the kickstand and twisting some switch under the bikes frame "With your hand all wrapped up and all."

Fang stood still, not knowing what to do. Kamil patted the seat behind her.

"Unless of cores you'd like to walk, but I sure as anything am not letting you drive."

Fang smiled, than pointed to his back. "None of that will be necessary, thanks." Another crooked smile spread across Kamil's face.

"Its east, a place called Red's. Wait outside." She said and kicked the bike to life, speeding away into the woods.

It wasn't hard for Fang to find the dinner; it was the only real place to eat in the small town. Kamil was there minutes after Fang landed, and they headed inside. Kamil ordered first, getting two of almost everything. Fang got the same and they waited for the waitress to come back.

"So, about my questions?" Fang said finally

"Go right ahead. We have nothing ealse to talk about."

Fang thought for a second, "What was with the show this morning?"

"Show?" Kamil asked, sipping at her drink.

"Your arm, blood. I hope that rings a bell."

"Ha, it does and I already answered that."

"No" fang argued, "Um, er, right, isn't an answer."

"It comes with the job." Kamil replied

"What job?"
Kamil didn't answer, only looked down into her drink.

"You don't want to talk about it?" Fang asked to break the silence "It has something to do with what the school has done to you, doesn't it?"

Kamil nodded. "Yea, and I'm not proud of them."

Silence

Kamil looked up, Fang was stairing at her. "Why did you take me in?" he asked "Why help me fight the eraser."

"Because, were alike." Kamil said.

"Oh, going back to the school again. Sorry."

"No, I shouldn't be so touchy towards this." Kamil thought for a moment, getting her story together "When I was in the school they put me through test, made me the perfect fighter, everything. When they were done they put this thing in my head," she said tapping her scull "So they can give me my orders. Just a voice in my head that tells me what to do, then" she stopped, looking at her drink again. "I can't disobey."

Fang was quiet. "I'm sorry, I have a" he thought of the word "Friend, who has something like that. The voice that is, not the orders. What do they tell you?"

"Who to kill next. Perfect killer, what did you think they made me like that for? I get rid of the people who the white coats don't like."

"Is that what you were doing last night? Fallowing orders? That's how you got hurt?"

She nodded again. "Some old guy, I don't even know. The worst part about it is I don't even feel sad. I know what I've done is wrong, but I can't be ashamed of it. It's always been like that, no sympathy, only hate and anger. They make me feel like that, the white coats. When they send me on a mission, they make it so I can't feel mercy. They mess with my brain and my emotions. Replacing them all with a lust to kill that person they send me to kill. I don't know how long I can live like this." Her last sentence was a whisper.

Kamils eyes flickered to outside of the window they sat by. No one had walked by, but there was one person out there, on the other side of the street. Fang fallowed her gaze. It was a dark figure, hood up, dark pants. Fang couldn't see his face.

Kamils body went stiff as she looked at him. Then, not looking at Fang, she got up. "Wait here." She whispered.

"Where are you going?"

"Eat your food." She said just as the waitress came around and put the multitude of plates on the table. Fang fallowed her anyway.

Kamil-

Both hands in my pockets I trotted over to the other side of the street, eyes cutting deep into the boy dressed in full black. He looked up as I came closer, his white teeth could be seen under his dark hood. I didn't step up and onto the curb, not wanting to get any closer, but he closed the distance anyway.

"Couldn't stay away for long, hu?" Came the voice from under the hood.

"You came to me Hunter, and the only reason I dared to come this close to you is to ask why?" I asked, poison dripped from my words.

"We both know why." He said pulling down his hood, green eyes piercing mine.

"I don't feel that way about you anymore, you shouldn't be here. Do the rest of them know you came?" I asked an almost pleading in my voice.

"Nope, said I was going out for milk."

I almost laughed, "Well you better go get your milk and get gone." I spat, just as Fang came up beside me.

"Oh, kamil," Hunters voice went up an octave, "Whose the pretty boy? New boyfriend?" the last question he asked had a hint of resentment in it. I rolled my eyes.

"Not yet," Fangs voice was deeper than Hunter's, he sounded much more intimidating, but I strengthened at his words.

Hunter's eyes dug into Fang's, a silent war brewing. "Hunter, what are you really doing here?" I interrupted.

Hunter's eyes broke from Fang's, a sly smile crossing his face. "To come get you." He said.

"I am never going back with you again." I said crossing my arms "I'm not like you anymore."

"Ha," Hunter laughed "That's a joke. We both know that you are the exact same person you were when you left. You still kill, you have to follow orders. You know it would be easier to be back with your family, where you belong. Nothing's changed except," he reached out to brush a stray hair out of my face "Your hairs gotten longer." Fang slapped his arm away; Hunter cut his eyes at him.

"Well, some things have changed." I motioned to Fang, Hunter didn't respond, Fang smiled down at me.

'Oh, you'll come around. You have to. We were made for each other." Hunters voice rung in my ears as he walked away, Fang's body beside mine relaxed.

"Who the heck was that jerk?" Fang asked, watching Hunter disappear around the curb.

"That would be Hunter." I groaned.

"Yea, I figured. But what were you guys talking about? You coming back, you two being meant for each other?"

"It's a long story." I sighed turning on my heal to walk away

"Well, like you said, I'm goanna be here for a while. We have time." Fang said stepping in front of me. "Besides, I need to know what I dealing with." I didn't laugh

"Hunter's, complicated." I managed to get out. It was almost close to explaining him.

'I might need a little more than that. I take it you two are both "Perfect" or whatever?"

"Yea and we all have orders."

"Oh," Fang pried more, "So there's an all."

"There are six, including me. Were all the same, and all with the same abilities. There my family, and Hunter's one of them."

I had made it to the other side of the road and turned back, Fang still stood in the traffic less road. "What?"

"You said six? Your family?" he asked

"Yea, what you don't like the number six?"

"No it's not that, it's just, I was a part of something like that."

"Like what?" I asked, walking back to him.

"Family, flock." He was thinking out loud. "You seamed really on edge around the guy, what was with that."

"Hunters just, kind of violent at times." I said as we walked back to our waiting breakfast.

"What does violent include?" Fang asked, gripping my not injured arm. "You don't mean all thoughts scars you have up your shoulder do you?" he asked, eyes wide.

"Oh, No!" I almost shouted "Nothing like that, thoughts are completely different. He just loses his temper some times."

"How?" this wasn't a question, it was a demanded explanation. One I wasn't ready to give. "Kamil, you weren't just irritated around him, you were scarred. What did he do to you? Why did you leave your family?" his eyes burned into mine.

"Nothing worse than what anyone else has ever put me through." I said pulling away from him and walking into the dinner.