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Nothing is mine, except the plot.

And any characters you don't recognize.

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Because it was asked several times...

Joey is in Australia with Wally's Aunt and Uncle. I'm sorry that was so unclear XP

numbuh34- Sorry I was a tad unclear about that...-fail- Epic, I love that word...it's epic...

imasmurf93- I can only hope :3 Lawl, yeah, Collin popped in my head because I was mad at my brother. -coughs- He's based off of him. :D

sstoons3425- Good guess! Yeah, I needed somebody for Wally to focus some hate on. :3

Laurie43- -cackles evilly- Anything to make Wally's life tougher I guess. -evil smirk-

evemiliana- Hear that Collin? Evemiliana is gonna come after you if you don't get it in gear...I think? Mmm, goth girl, maybe, if I can think of a good character. For me though I don't just MAKE them up randomly. I think of them for hours, write out their personalities and histories. It helps me make them more...-waves hand around- ermies, charactery. XP

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Chapter Three- The Fangs

Wally sat on his bed and wondered about the sign he'd seen near that board. The Fangs. It sounded rather sinister, if not a bit cliche'. For some reason Hoagie couldn't get it out of his mind. Something about it...riled him up. Made him feel edgy, and even irritable. He could sense that it would be important to him in the future. It was something Wally relied on in fights all the time. Instinct.

So could he really say he was surprised when Collin came into the room, covered with dust from head to toe, and scowling. "Hey dumb-ass, you've got some little kid looking for you or some shit."

Wally blinked and got out of his bad. He hauled ass down the stairs to see Samuel standing in the doorway. His cheerful smile was plastered on his face, but his hazel eyes looked...almost haunted. It was something Wally hadn't noticed before. Samuel waved when Wally got to the door, "Not open yet?"

"Nah, not till tomorra." Wally said, casting a glance over his shoulder. "Ya wanted to see meh?"

"Yeah, erm, the guys are back and well they asked if I could take you to em'." Samuel smiled, but there was something false about it. Wally blinked in surprise, the guy's eyes were panicked. It was almost as if he were trying to warn him without saying something. Yet the fact that that sign stuck in his head spurred the teenager into action.

"Sure, jus' let meh get mah jacket." Wally stated, and reached for a zip-up orange jacket. (He loved the color orange) Samuel's smile faltered a bit, but the boy beamed a bit and walked quickly into the street. Wally had to practically jog to keep up, which was strange since he was taller than Samuel, "Woah, slow down..."

Samuel only cast a quick smile over his shoulder before ducking into the alley. It was dark now, and Wally hesitated for the barest of instances. He wasn't afraid, it was just one of those things that comes as instinct. It didn't seem like the smart thing to do. Wally grinned wildly around him suddenly. He wasn't known for doing the smart thing. Hell, he was usually known for doing the stupid shit.

So, against all better judgement, the young boy ducked into the alleyway after the boy.

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The warehouse yard was filled now, well not filled persay. There were about six other people besides Samuel who was standing next to a very tall guy. The guy cast a critical glance at Wally, and the boy couldn't help but notice how dead his eyes looked. As if there was no emotion in the guy. It was freakin' creepy.

First was the tall guy Samuel was talking to. He TOWERED over Wally, and had an intimidating air about him. He was incredibly buff, with black hair that hung in eyes that were a paler shade of green than Wally's. His mouth was set in a grim line, and as mentioned before, he had NO emotion. Not in his eyes, or on his face. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a brown jacket over that. And jeans.

(Flawed Design by Stabilo came on my iPod, holy cats that fits this fic!) Behind him was a girl, the only one in the entire group. She was sprawled almost lazily across the couch, but she was giving Wally a quirked half-smile. Her hair was long, brown, and flowing. Her eyes were a deep shade of gray, a stormy color that seemed to grow a bit lighter when she saw him. She wasn't modest about her body shape at all, but it wasn't as if she was showing herself off either. She wore jeans and a v-neck t-shirt. She was around Wally's age.

On the couch next to her was a little boy, yeah, a kid. He must have been about six or seven years old. He was wearing baggy pants, and a t-shirt that was waaay too big for him. Still, an excited smile crossed his face at the sight of Wally. His brown hair was mussed up a bit, sticking up at the top. His eyes were the same stormy color as hers.

In the shadows was a lanky boy with glasses. There was a dangerous glint to his deep blue eyes, and he grinned almost wickedly at the sight of Wally. His hair was blonde, and hung in his eyes like limp spaghetti noodles. The way he slunk forward made Wally think instantly of those guys that attacked women, he didn't like him. He too, seemed to be near Wally's age.

Sprawled near the sofa was a guy who could have been taller than Wally, with half-closed eyes. His eyes were dark blue, but he had the same brown hair as the girl and little boy that were sitting on the couch behind him. He was older than Wally, Wally knew it instantly. There was an air of serenity to him, as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Finally there was a guy that could have been nineteen or twenty. He was the oldest of the whole group, with hair that was so pale blonde that it looked white. His eyes were a deep shade of brown, and there was something about him that made you feel like you could listen to anything he said. Yet a dangerousness to his charismatic allure that made Wally's stomach twist nervously.

"Who is this?" The girl said, sounding vaguely amused as Wally's face heated up when he noticed her watching him. She was very pretty, "Ooo, you've got good taste boy."

"Leave the kid alone Destiny-Jane." The emotionless boy murmured, studying Wally with his piercing green eyes. The girl looked at him with a roll of her stormy colored eyes and laughed a high laugh, yet she looked a little pissed off.

"That's D.J. Todd." The girl said, and she cast a half-smile at Wally, "And I didn't mean anything by it. You're not my type, too much scowly-scowly and that would drive me up the wall."

"Good for ya." Wally growled, and she laughed as if she found this amusing.

"That's Wally." Samuel said, looking to the oldest guy with a grim half-smile, "I met him earlier today. He's a pretty cool kid, his parents died..."

"Tha' makes meh cool?" Wally snarled, ready to punch Samuel. The boy's eyes flashed with hurt, and he backed off so that he was standing behind the couch. Much to Wally's surprise everybody, but the emotionless boy, laughed at this. Wally turned angry green eyes on the oldest boy, "What the Hell is so funny?"

"You. Samuel didn't mean that you were cool because your parents were dead." The oldest boy said mildly, "He meant that you're like us. All of us have lost somebody, right guys?"

"Ooo, story hour." The boy with the glasses said, and giggled a high-pitched giggle.

"Alright, Wally, right? Sit down, make yourself comfortable a bit and I'll introduce you to the gang." The older guy said, Wally walked over to the wall and LEANED against it. Nobody was going to freakin' tell him to sit down, not if he didn't feel like it. The blonde guy narrowedh is brown eyes and laughed lightly, "Samuel, why don't you start?"

"He knows me." Samuel pointed out, kicking his feet up.

The boy who was emotionless turned his dead eyes on Wally, and the young boy could have sworn that his skin was going to crawl so much that it would just fall off. "Todd Silverwolfe." The boy stated simply, his green eyes flashing slightly with the first emotion Wally had ever seen. Or, it was as close to an emotion as Wally had seen in him. Wariness.

"Destiny-Jane." The girl with the long brown hair chippered, and suddenly frowned. "Call me that and I'll kick you're ass though boy, don't think I can't either. You may got balls, but I've got a foot to kick em' with. Call me D.J."

"I'm Morton, but everybody calls me Morty! I'm eight years old!" The boy beamed brightly at Wally and added, "You own the dancing place right? Is it cool?"

"Shhh, Morty..." D.J. said with a laugh, and picked the boy up in her arms, "He's my kid brother. In other words, if you make him cry you're in for a world of hurt."

"If you make EITHER of my siblings cry you're in for it." The tall boy with brown hair agreed, he turned his dark blue eyes on Wally, "I'm Jared, no nickname, just Jared."

"I'm Peter." The boy with glasses said with a high-pitched chuckle. Wally didn't like the way he was itching himself, and twitching a bit too. The kid just scared the shit out of him. Forget the Todd kid, this guy practically had the word 'serial killer' written on his forehead as a label.

"And I..." The oldest kid said with a half-smile that was designed for assuring safety. "I am Zack. Nice to meet you Wally. We're The Fangs, probably the most bad-ass group of people you'll find in Cleveland. Aw, sure, we look like a bunch of teddybears now but, well, bears have teeth."

"And claws!" Morton said, hooking his small hands into said appendages and snarling savagely like a bear.

"Indeed." Peter agreed, sniffing some mysterious substance out of his hand. (Well THAT explains the twitchiness...)

"Well kid, what do you think of us?" Zack said, looking expectantly at Wally. The Australian didn't know what to do, part of him felt like slugging the Peter guy in the face, another part felt like picking Morton up and getting the hell away from here. Still, another part, the strongest part of all, burned with curiousity.

"Ya have mah attention." Wally finally said.

"Good, that's what we wanted. D.J., if you please..." Zack leaned back as the girl sidled on up to him. She poked him, prodded him, and grabbed his hair and pulled a little piece out. Wally snarled and leaped for her but she danced away with a giggle. "Well?"

"Definitely a fighter." She agreed, and smiled warmly at Wally, "Sorry about that Walls. See, I'm a really good judge of character, can I guess you? Let me see...you're an agressive kid, always have been. You don't know much about...something, not sure what, but I can see some confusion and hesitation in your eyes every once in awhile. You're a fighter, and you've got a shoooort temper."

"Yeah, so?" Wally said, trying to hide the fact that he was thrown. Which was pointless since D.J. could tell anyways, the girl gave him a friendly nudge.

"Just seeing if you're fang material, that's all Walls." D.J. sang, and hopped for the couch, tackling her older brother and knocking him backwards. Wally blinked in surprise and looked over at Samuel.

"We're a bit like a family..." Zack said, "We need one more member since Jonathon decided to drop us like an old hat. That's where, conveniently enough, you come in. How would you like to hang with us kid?"

Wally stared. A gang? Weren't those bad? Then again, he hated Cleveland. Suddenly the idea of being part of it's terror appealed to him, it made him feel strong. The idea of having that power over somebody else burned inside his head like poison. He couldn't deny that he wanted to be with them for the other reason, the fact that they were alone...like him. "Foine, Ah'll join ya, but what's in it for meh?"

"Oooo, he's fiesty." Peter giggled, Wally felt his control slipping. He was going to punch that perverted little bastard right in the face in a couple of seconds.

"How about...second in command?" Zack purred, Peter looked unhappy at this, and Wally could have only guessed that he'd just replaced the boy. Which made the deal all the more sweet. Wally grabbed Zack's hand and shook it firmly. Zack's mouth twisted up into a smile that kind of made Wally nervous, "Alright kid..."

(All of you people out there DO NOT EVER DO THIS! It's a good way to get a bad disease...) Zack whipped out a switch-blade and carved a cut in the center of his hand. He tossed it to Peter, who repeated the move, and D.J. and so forth. Even Morton cut a deep gash into the palm of his hand. Finally the knife ended at Wally, and the boy stared at it with a stomach that churned slightly.

That Peter guy probably had something nasty, he looked like he'd be the type too...

"Cut your hand, and shake hands with everyone in the gang." Zack said, a commanding note in his voice that made Wally's hand move almost magically and slice it deeply. Blood welled up, and he walked around firmly clasping hands with all of them, even Peter, until he was at Zack. "Welcome to the group, brother."

Wally and Zack firmly shook each other's hand.

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End of the third chapter.

I know it's short, but my muse is low so phooey on all of you.

My B-day is tomorrow, so the chances of an update is kind of slim. As I'll be celebrating being born nineteen years ago.

Reviews are nice :3