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So... hot... I'm fucking melting!!! Bloody hell! Good news is, theres a cold breeze starting up and big clouds heading my way, storm hopefully. Havent had a storm or and good rain for a while. Well any way, I hope you like.

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Previously...

Kai gritted his teeth.

'Fuck the teachers, fuck the cops! Omen is dead! I'll kill him! I will kill him for this! I don't care if I fuck up the rest of my life!'

He and Tala shared a grim glance. They both nodded to each other, thinking the exact same thing. Omen is going to die. Their attention was turned back to Max who was visibly shaking. Kai put a firm hand on his shoulder. Max looked up at him, his usual happy smile dead and replaced with fear and anxiety.

"You need to go home." Kai said flatly. "Come on."

"But-"

"Don't argue." Tala cut in. "You need to get some rest."

Max opened his mouth to protest but closed it and nodded slowly after feeling the cold sweat on his forehead. "Thanks guys."

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Omen jumped out of the second storey window and grabbed the downpipes. He slid down it, ignoring the metal brackets that held the pipe to the wall as they grazed under his hand. He landed gracefully on the soft grass then headed across the courtyard to the gymnasium. He looked up into the window and saw four fast moving people. He was correct, Kai led them and they were heading straight for Max.

'At least I don't feel so tense anymore...' He thought bitterly, 'I have to get to work on trying to destroy this bug in me. And then I have to do that job for Zane... hmm... I wonder if he'll be able to help me with my problem.'

He smirked.

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Now...

Kai and Tala had spent the rest of the day searching the school for Omen who was no where to be seen. He had obviously come to the gymnasium because he signed up for Martial Arts but after that, no one knew where he was. The end of school bell hand rug five minutes ago. It was now 3:05 and Kai and Tala had given up the search.

"He'll be hear tomorrow." Kai growled. "Tala. You need to warn Bryan and Spencer that theres a psychopath after them too."

Tala nodded.

"Well, unlike you I have foster parents who will lecture me if I'm any later. I wish I was loaded so I could live on my own."

"You are loaded." Kai replied. "You just hate the idea of making your own food, wahing your own clothes and cleaning a whole apartment instead of one room."

Tala nodded honestly. "True. See you tomorrow. Bring a weapon of some type. Too bad for me all my weapons are guns. If I shoot that red eyed son of a bitch then it'll be confiscated when I'm arrested! I can't let that happen!"

"My heart goes out to you." Kai said sarcastically. "See you."

"Later."

Tala walked out of the school grounds for home. Kai scanned over the area one more time before realising Omen was gone. He sighed then headed for Hilary's house so they could go to the police station together.

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Drake Summers had also been out looking for Omen but hadn't found him anywhere. He walked into his large house and kicked his shoes off into the corner beside the door. The house was only a one storey but was large and classy. The floors were polished timber and the walls were a nice blue. In the lounge rooms and bedrooms were plush dark blue carpets with white curtains and lighter walls. He entered the lounge room and headed over to a small table which was made into a shrine. Two small candles inside glass containers were placed at the top left corner of the table which had a lacey white cloth over it. Photos were placed on the clothed table, along with a police badge. Inside one picture was a young adult, no older than 33. He was dressed smartly in a police uniform and wore a friendly smile. His kind face held a pair of stormy grey eyes which were identicle to Drake's. The mans short black hair could be seen under the police hat and his torso was thin but muscular with his gold badge on the side of his chest. The same badge which now layed on the bleached cloth. People always said that Drake was the spitting image of his father. Those words made him proud but at the same time made him sad. His father, Greg, had been killed when Drake was only young.

XxFlashBackxX

A young boy sat at the dining table, drawing a picture with the new crayons his mother, Theresa, had bought him. He put down his blue Crayola and held his picture up, examining it with pride. He jumped off the chair and raced through the house to his the study where Theresa was busy wrapping Drake's birthday presants with the door closed. Drake knocked his small fist against the door.

"Mummy! Look at what I did!"

The rustle of papers could be heard inside then Theresa slipped out, making sure he didn't catch a peak of what she was hiding.

"Show me what you've done Drake." She said kindly.

Drake held up the picture to his mother and explained it thoroughly.

"Look! There's you! And theres Daddy! And I'm on his head! See? And look! I have a badge just like Dad's!"

"Wow, it's beautiful Drake!" Theresa said happily.

A ding-dong rang through the house, coming from the front doorbell.

"I'll get it!" Drake yelled running through the house. He reached the door and pulled it open, seeing two police men there. He knew them both well.

Drake POV

It was Mr Fin and Mr Myers at the door. They're dad's friends. I like them they give me lollies and when they come over they drink brown bubbly water stuff called beer. I want to try some but they say I'm too little.

"Hello." I say politely.

Mum and Dad tell me to always use my manners and be polite to my elders.

Normal POV

The two police officers looked down at the little boy before them with sad eyes. Myers, the taller grey haired man of the two knelt down to him.

"Hey there Drake," He said softly, "Is your mum home?"

As if on cue, Theresa walked down the hall and saw them.

"Vic? Walt? What's wrong."

Victor Fin cleared his throat and nodded at Drake. Theresa felt anxious.

"Drake," She said softly, "Why don't you go and draw another picture?"

Drake shrugged and walked around her. Theresa turned back to the two officers with worry written in her face.

"What's happened?!"

Drake quietly tip-toed back into the hall and ducked into the side room. He was about to hear of his fathers death.

XxEndFlashxX

Drake looked away from the shrine. Theresa walked out of the kitched and gave him a warm smile.

"Hey honey. How was school today?"

Drake gave a smirk. "It was... rewarding."

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Zane walked slowly down the footpath towards his house. Omen had to go straight to his house but promised he'd do the job the next day. Zane allowed himself a small smile but the smile soon disappeared as his small but nice house came into view. He hated that house, even though he only spent like one night there a weak. All the other nights he would stay at friends places but tonight, everyone was busy. He stepped over the low brick fence and entered the house. The interior was well kept and tidy. He walked down the hall and turned straight into the kitchen. A woman was sitting at the table with dyed blonde hair and a lit cigarette between her fingers. A scotch glass was half filled with alcohol in front of her and another empty one was on the other side of the table.

"Ah, so you've decided to come back?" The woman said, sucking on her smoke.

Zane opened the refridgerator.

"Don't expect me to stay."

"Never do." She replied. "Don't stay as long as you did last time either. It's better when I don't have to look at you, I can forget then."

"What ever."

"If your father hears you use that tone of voice he'll belt you across the head."

"Fuck Pete. I don't care. What tone of voice are you talking about? I had no tone you dumb bitch."

"Don't talk to me like that!" The woman shreiked standing up.

Zane closed the fridge and went to walk out of the kitchen, almost walking straight into a large, bulky man. His head was covered in short black hair and his arm bore a large tattoo of a dragon. Zane glared at him then went to step around him but the man grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pinned him to the wall. Zane felt the knobless stick of metal from the fan dial digging painfully into his bag but ignored it and continued to glare at his father.

"What was that you were saying to your mother?" Pete growled.

"None of your business!" Zane snarled. "Fuck off!"

He hit Pete's hands away and walked around him. Pete turned on his heal and threw a punch at Zane's head, sending the teen crashing to the floor. His forehead clashed with the hard timber and tore the skin. Zane felt his whole world bordering on senselessness. He slowly staggered to his hands and knees, his head smarting. His mother, April, sat back down at the table and sucked on her cigarette, not caring that her son had just been punched. Zane felt some one grab the back of his shirt and kicked back ruthlessly, scoring Pete's knee. The older man growled in pain and held his knees. Zane turned onto his back and kicked his father again in the face. Pete toppled backwards onto the floor. Zane stood up using a wall for support. He put a hand to his forehead and brought it back, seeing his own blood. He quickly brought his attention back to the fight as Pete started getting up. Zane kicked at Pete again before he could get up but the older man siezed his ankle and twisted it cruelly before thrusting him back into a wall. A glass smashed on the wall beside the teen. April picked up the other scotch glass and threw it, but missed again. Before his father could fully get to his feet, Zane picked up his bag and ran out of the house.

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Hilary, Kai, Tyson and Ray walked into the police station and headed for the front desk. Max had decided to stay home, Shana with him. He thought that if Omen somehow saw him at the police station, he could think that Max was ratting on him and go after Shana. That wasn't a risk Max was willing to take. After a small fight, Mr Tate allowed Shana to stay the night, her own parents were work-a-holics and didn't get home until the early hours of the morning.
A blonde haired female police officer was sitting behind the desk. She looked up at them and smiled sweetly.

"Hey there kids. How can I help you?"

"Hi. We're looking for Constable Anthony Malcom." said Ray politely. "Would you happen to know where we could find him? If he's not here could we see his partner Sergeant Armstrong?"

The womans smiled faded.

"I'm sorry," She said quietly, "But Sergeant Armstrong died last week and Constable Malcom has disappeared."

"What?!" Kai said loudly, causing some officers to turn in alarm and take a hand to their guns.

"Who killed... what happened?" Hilary stammered in utter disbelief.

"We don't know." said the nice woman, "Gary was found murdered in his house with no sign of forced entry and Anthony was taken by force from his home."

Kai turned away from the desk. Tyson, Ray and Hilary joined him.

"What do we do now?" Tyson whispered, still in shock. "It... it must have been Omen who did that bad stuff. They were the only guys who knew about what happened in the forest and Malcom was the only other guy besides us to see Omen."

"He would have made a report," Ray said,"But he would have put in that he saw Omen go over the cliff. We could tell the police about Omen."

"Think about it." Kai said, "The killer... Omen, knew where both officers lived and there was no signs of forced entry. How else would he know where two police officers live and how to get in undetected unless he had some one working on the inside or some one who was able to keep both men under surveilance."

"This place could be under surveilance at the very moment," Ray added, "So Omen or who ever killed Armstrong and took Malcom could be watching us. If we give our testimony or whatever, they'll have to take down our personal details. Omen would no trouble finding out where each of us lives."

Kai couldn't help a small smirk. "Look at us... we're all so paranoid now."

Hilary felt Kai's hand slip into hers and hold it tightly.

"If Omen threatened to kill Shana if Max spoke, then wouldn't the same rule apply for us?"

Hilary felt a chill go through her. Ray looked at him in alarm.

"Mariah..." He whispered.

"For the first time I'm glad I don't have a girlfriend." Tyson said, "I'll tell the cops."

"Tyson, he could go after you." Hilary said.

"I don't care." Tyson said curtly. "As long as that bastard is put behind bars for the rest of his life, I don't care if he kills me. I will gloat in his face."

"He could go after your grandpa." Kai said darkly.

Tyson looked at Kai in horror then gritted his teeth and starred at the floor in defeat. Silently, the four teens turned and walked out the door. Hilary latched onto Kai's arm. She felt him touch her face, promising her protection.

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Zane walked until it was almost eight o'clock at night. He staggered into an alley and slumped back against the dirty brick wall. His head felt like it was splitting right down the centre. He slid down the wall and rested against it, letting his head fall gently back. He hated living so much. His half conscious eyes looked up at the dark sky, searching for something, anything to save him from his torment.

A thin smile spread across his face. Tomorrow... tomorrow he'd be spared. The cold was stabbing at his skin, the blood on his forehead was matted in his short, spiked black hair and was clotting and drying but the smile, the thin, humourless smile on his lips remained. He allowed his hazel eyes to close as sleep claimed him. His head lolled down so his chin rested on his chest.

This was not the first night he had spent in this alley, but it was definitely going to be his last.

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Omen fell weakly onto the concrete floor of his cell/room. Boris stood in the doorway, holding a small black remote that had a dial and a single red button on it. Omen coughed and staggered shakily to his hands and knees, just experiencing level two pain from the Bug. Omen breathed raggedly and glared at Boris. The purple haired Russian smirked and turned the dial to level two again. Omen grasped his chest. He doubled over in pain, his forehead touchng the cold ground, and clenched his teeth against the yell of pain with threatened to escape. He felt himself suffocating. His very bones were burning and his handsome face was twisted into a terrible mask of agony. The pain was lifted again and Omen fell back down onto his chest, lying still. Boris snickered.

"That will teach you to show some respect."

He turned and slammed the door behing him. Omen heard the key scraping in the lock, trapping him inside the dismal cement box with a single bed and one wardrobe. Omen rolled himself onto his back and groaned, breathing deeply.

"That bastard," Omen hissed. "He will pay for this. They both will."

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Well, now ya know a bit more about Zane and Drake. Bryan and Spencer will probably be making an appearance within the next couple of chapters too. Please review!!

xoxo

Torz