Fang's P.O.V.

I looked over my shoulder as I had done so many times in the past two hours, hoping that she wasn't following me.

Getting rid of her had been easy, too easy.

My stomach grumbled, angry at me for not waiting for her to come back with the food, but my mind was pleased that I'd flown away as soon as she'd left. My heart… well, let's just say that it was sending waves of guilt washing over my body.

I hated Alex, just like I hated Dylan. I couldn't understand her. Why wasn't she like Dylan, always curious to know more, always so weird?

Oh, Alex was weird too, but she was, well, differently-weird. She was so robotic. She knew possibly everything there was to know about…anything. Obviously, the white coats had made her that way, hoping that it would make her seem more human.

It didn't.

When I was sure that there was nobody following me, I started flapping my wings a little less forcefully. My feet hit the ground with a loud thud. Where was I? I walked out of the black alleyway (Yes, I 'park' in place like that, because they're dark, quiet, and convenient.)

I looked around me. Nothing I saw was familiar. Could I have gone to another city?

I walked around for half an hour, looking for anything that could give me a clue of my whereabouts. I entered a diner and placed a five-dollar-bill (The second-to-last one I had left) on the counter.

"Hit me with whatever you have for five bucks," I muttered, not bothering to look up. I was tired, frustrated, dirty, and broke.

"One Texas beef steak comin' right up! Best in Houston!"

Houston, huh?

Interesting.

I inspected my hands for the next seven minutes, following every line, every faint scar, with my eyes.

A hairy hand laid a platter in front of me.

"There you go, son! Enjoy!"

I nodded a silent "Thank you".

He propped his chin up with his hands and stared at me for a long time.

Was there something wrong with me? I wasn't too dirty, wasn't I? Why hadn't he gone back to the kitchen? Did I look suspicious?

What was it that was giving me away?

"You're not from around here, are you, kid?" The man asked.

I looked up to see his face better and mentally winced. He was a chubby man in his late forties with an unshaven, dirty looking face that matched his oily apron. He had a weird Texas twang, and a lisp, caused by the gap between his front teeth. He didn't look dangerous. Was there any possibility that he could be one of Them?

"Uh, no, not really. I'm here with my parents to visit my aunt Maggie."

"Where are they?"

"Who?"

"Your parents."

"Oh, they wanted to go to IHOP's, so they gave me some money 'cause I didn't wanna go with them."

He shrugged, pleased with the answer, and turned around.

"Refills are free!" he shouted over his shoulder.

I nodded.

The chimes above the door clicked together as the door opened. A girl walked in and sat on the stool next to me. I lifted my head and cursed, choking on my food. The girl whacked me hard on the back and the little piece of meat stuck in my throat flew out. I wiped my eyes and stared at her coldly.

She smiled.

"Fancy seeing you here."

You R&R'ing would make me happy!
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