I know it's been ages... I'm sorry... But I finally did Fang! He was hard. I know that a couple of you suggested breaking in to homes and that, but it just seemed too much like Max's crime, you know? I wanted something that wasn't really related. So, although I don't really think that this crime suits Fang, it was the best I could think of without it being like, murder or something. So enjoy :)

Fang POV

I slipped down the dark alleyway, conscious of any danger that might present itself to me at eleven o'clock at night in the streets of downtown Seattle. It wasn't likely, but I wasn't about to take chances.

I could feel the backpack on my shoulders, weighing me down, but I ignored it, focusing on the space in front of me.

Why was I walking down the streets at eleven o'clock at night, you ask?

Because breaking the law is fun.

Breaking the law is a thrill.

It's exciting.

I know that crime isn't a good thing, but I've never really given a crap about things like that. Not since mum died. That was almost a year ago now.

Mum was really the one who had kept our family together. Dad and I had always found it hard to get along, and so when she fell sick with lung cancer about three years ago, things just got worse. We probably should have, I dunno, co-operated more in an effort to keep someone both of us loved alive, but it just hadn't happened.

When she finally passed away after a two year battle, I changed. I became quieter, withdrawn, I tried not to show emotion. And I turned criminal.

At first it was just little things. Stealing from shops. Truancy. But over time it got worse. I started to become violent. I joined a gang, the Immortals. Two weeks ago I tried weed for the first time. It's not something I would be repeating.

I'm not certain why I did these things. It might have been a rebellion against my father's strict code of perfectness. It might have been an escape from the pain of my mother's death, which always struck me like a bullet wound to the heart every time I thought about it. It certainly wasn't to increase my popularity. Ever since I'd turned to crime, most people at my school were too terrified to come anywhere near me. They knew the things I'd done. I didn't care.

After a time, I began to participate in more of the gang work, just for something to do. And that brings me to what I was doing out in the middle of the night with an overloaded bag on my shoulder.

I had reached the end of the alley and I glanced around once more, waiting. After a moment, I heard a voice. 'Fang!' I turned to the source of the sound and smiled with no real emotion. It was Josh, the 22 year old leader of the Immortals. He was the reason I was out tonight.

I nodded my head in response to his greeting. 'Hey.'

He reached me and glanced down at the bag. 'Do you have the stuff?'

I nodded and unzipped it, letting Josh see the contents. Inside were dozens of heavy metal objects, all taken from my house. Without my dad's knowledge.

There were crowbars, hammers, a couple of large knives and I'd even packed a candle holder. Damn it was heavy.

Josh drew out one of the knives. It's wickedly sharp tip glinted in the moonlight as he fixed me with a stern gaze. 'I thought I told you not to bring any heavy objects?' He half asked. I shrugged. Whatever.

Josh shook his head and sighed, putting the knife down once more. 'Oh well. The others will be here soon. You all clear on the plan?' I nodded again. As you can tell, I'm not a big fan of the whole word thing.

The crime that we were committing tonight was relatively simple and innocent to what my gang had been know to do in the past. I'd only been part of them for two months, but I'd been hearing stories about them my entire life. They were dangerous when they were ticked. Which was often.

However, tonight's crime was mere vandalism, nothing more. A total walk in the park.

There was sound behind me and I turned sharply to see the youngest member of our gang, Isaac, who was two months younger than me, approaching, his black hair gelled into spikes and his blue eyes wide with excitement. He had a large metal pipe clutched tightly in his hand. Behind him walked two other members, Aimee and Jesse, who completed the group that we'd collected for our 'activity'. Both of them were carrying dozens of cans of spray paint in their hands.

Josh looked around at the four of us. 'Let's go.'

We set off down the alleyway, lugging our equipment with us.

Eventually we reached our destination, the local shops, and I noticed that it had been upgraded recently. Maybe that was why Josh had chosen this spot for what we were going to do. To downgrade it.

The white walls that were located in between each separate store were blank and free of graffiti. Several ornamental statues had been added to the small park across the road, giving it an antique look. The footpath had been repaved. It really was quite nice, I thought dispassionately as I surveyed the scenery around us. Pity it wouldn't be around tomorrow. We would have destroyed it.

Josh turned to face us. 'Right,' he said. 'You see those pretty little statues over there?' He pointed towards the park. 'I don't want to see them standing when I next look. The nice blank walls? Why should they be blank when there are other possibilities? You see how there's no litter anywhere? Well, that's just not right. You know what to do. Get to work.' As Aimee, Isaac, Josh and Jesse moved away to trash the place, I was struck by how cruel Josh's words had been. He – we – had no reason to vandalise this place, but we were doing it anyway. It reminded me of the way a rebellious teenager would act – me, for example – and Josh had been an adult for a relatively long time. Shouldn't he have an actual job or something by now?

'Fang, what are you doing?' I was shaken from my thoughts by Aimee's call, and looked over at her where she was standing by a recently beheaded sheep statue. 'Why are you just standing there?' She asked. I didn't answer, just walked over to where Isaac was efficiently covering a wall with paint and graffiti and began to help.

Isaac glanced over at me as I methodically sprayed red on the wall, making it look as if it were the scene of a crime. Well, technically it was the scene of a crime, considering what was going on right now, but I'm talking about the type that included knives, guns and a whole load of blood. That sort.

'You know, I've never once seen you smile,' Isaac commented, frowning slightly. 'Don't you enjoy this stuff? You know, breaking the law?'

I shrugged, not taking my eyes off what was in front of me. 'Not really.'

'Then why are you doing it?' Isaac persisted, putting his spray can down so he could focus entirely on me.

'Because I can.' I answered shortly. I was in less of a mood to talk than normal. At that moment, I just wanted the teen to shut up and stop interrogating me. It was extremely annoying.

He seemed to take the hint of my uncommunicative reaction and lapsed into silence, getting back to work.

Two minutes later and we'd finished our handiwork. The once nice and white walls were now completely unrecognisable, a rainbow mirage of paint covering the entire thing. The rainbow-ness effect of it all didn't make it look nice mind you. It was a total mess actually. Total perfection of our requirements by Josh. I felt a tiny pang of guilt as I surveyed our work but I ignored it.

Isaac and I turned back to the main shops and I blinked in surprise. If I ever showed more emotion than that, I probably would've fainted with shock. Remember that there is such thing as exaggeration by the way.

The shops were, for lack of a better word, transformed.

None of the ornaments in the park remained standing, there was graffiti all over the footpaths and the carpark, and Aimee and Josh were currently in the progress of taking the bins that had been placed at certain points and strewing their contents all over the ground.

It was quite an effect.

As I watched, Aimee and Josh finished their littering and strode over to where Isaac and I were standing, satisfied smiles on their faces. Jesse strolled over casually. 'That was fun.' He said, grinning. I couldn't help but completely disagree. What had gone on here... well, there was no other way to say it. It was just wrong.

Josh clapped his hands together. 'Right, people,' he said, 'we're done here. Scat.' He walked off towards a nearby street, the others trailing behind like lost puppies. He was obviously very pleased with the tonight's results. I felt nothing but disgust for him, and the others too. We were all cowards really. Running away from our problems in life and ending up in crime. It would get us absolutely nowhere in life.

I shook my head and followed my gang's retreating backs, while trying to come up with a sufficient answer as to why I had done so much illegal stuff in the past year. I came up blank.

Now I was feeling not only disgust for Josh, Aimee, Jesse and Isaac, but myself too. I'd been a total idiot. I think it was time to quit the gang. Maybe even crime altogether.

Suddenly I heard shouting from ahead and my head jerked up sharply. My gang were yelling at each other, apparently panicking. I glanced around, searching for the source of the commotion. I located it instantly. We were completely surrounded by police cars. Completely surrounded. What the hell? How had this even happened? Surely we would have heard them, unless they'd been here the entire tim. And how had they known to come? No alarms had been set off, nobody had been a witness to call the police, but they'd come anyway. Why?

And then I understood. This must have been a set up. The police must have been waiting for us the entire time. The Immortals were a very well known gang and they were much sought after by the police. The cops must have set up this entire thing, this entire upgrade, just to catch some of us. They knew that it would come to the attention of our leader, such a nice pretty place, just waiting to be demolished, and so that had used that as a rouse. They knew that we would come to destroy it. Our police were smarter than we gave them credit for. Maybe we should lay off the donut jokes.

I could see several police officers stepping out of the cars and moving towards us at a run, obviously confident that they would be able to get us before we reached the street that would let us get out of here. It was the only one that the cops hadn't covered, a security lack on their part.

Josh broke into a run as did Jesse, Isaac and Aimee and it was clear that they were going to make the street and get away. They were much faster than the cops. But I was a good twenty metres or more behind them and I was still walking. I had no chance.

I sprinted anyway, but they fell on me like bees to their honey, bringing me to my knees within seconds. I felt my arms being tugged up behind my back and realised what was going to happen to me. I was being arrested. There was no way I would be able to escape juvy this time. I already had a mile long record. They would send me there before I was even judged, I bet. I struggled against my bonds, desperate to get away, but I quickly silenced by a slap to the face. It was futile to resist, that slap told me.

Becoming a criminal was a stupid idea. I still have no idea why I did it in the first place. I know that mum wouldn't have wanted me to join crime, she would have been horrified. I wish that I never did this in the first place. But it was too late now.

As always, reviews are loved :) I would really love to know what you thought of this chapter, I'm not sure if I got it right... :)

Oh, and the character Isaac is based on my older brother, by the way. He decided that he wanted to be put in one of my stories and so he gets a part in this one. Just FYI :)