I'm back! Oh, please, hold your applause. And your tomatoes! No! Don't throw fruit at me! Or is it a vegetable? I don't know!

Sorry, just a bit jittery.

Anyhow, it's been a while… and now I'm going to shut up and let you get on with your reading.

My eyes snapped open. Kill Fang. It was that simple. Kill Fang and my quest to save the world is that much easier. He's already lost all trust in me, how hard can it be to drive a knife into his heart?

The thoughts that overpowered my mind didn't register as my own, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that my mind was set. Kill Fang.

My feet clambered up the shore of the beach, my mind calculating ways to kill him without causing any suspicion in the flock. By the time I reached the little kitchen in the hotel suit, I knew what I planned to do. It was as simple as a sunny afternoon.

Smiling to myself, I examined each knife in the kitchen and picked one out that would be perfect. Just perfect.

I practiced techniques, lines to say when I approached him. I didn't expect to be approached by him.

"Max," His voice called. My heart constricted, and I couldn't breathe for a second. Was I really going to kill my best friend? Was it really necessary?

It's necessary, if you wish to save the world. The voice announced.

Thanks, I managed to reply. My heart was still beating wildly, my mind torn. Kill him or not?

Kill him! The ominous voice from my dream demanded. Just like that, my mind was set. I would kill him.

"Max," Fang said again, stepping closer. Every nerve in my body was aware of his movement, and I flinched away.

I spat, "What?"

His jaw tightened, "I wanted to apologize for earlier." I gripped the handle of the knife harder, feeling it imprint into the palm of my hand. My knuckles were paper white. "So, I'm sorry." He concluded, taking a step backwards.

"You don't have to forgive me, Max. Just know that I was wrong. I'm sorry," I couldn't look bare to look at him, the look of love and sorrow that probably showed in his eyes. I just continued to stare at the knife in my hands as I said,

"Go away, Fang. I have a few things to… figure out…" My teeth gritted together. I wanted so badly to forgive him, so badly to run into his arms and sob. But this was destiny. You don't mess with destiny.

He left as silently as he appeared. I let out a sigh of relief, unclenching the knife. Still, something needed to be done. Not just yet, though. Not yet.

Again, my eyes clouded over and I knew I made a mistake. I let him get away. How stupid can I get? With an exasperated grunt (yes, girls grunt too) I slammed the knife into the sink of soapy water. The force of the knife falling splashed the water back at me with a large "Whoosh" sound.

Immediately, my head cleared and my eyes refocused. I shook my head, wondering what in the world was going on.

At that moment, I let out an earth shattering scream as a headache even more massive than those in New York hit me. My fingers knotted into my hair in attempt to keep my head in one piece.

Another scream erupted from my throat as the ominous voice showed itself again,

Max, it said, you need to learn to listen. You wouldn't be baring this pain if you had done what destiny told you to do. But you let him get away. Don't defy destiny, Max, and don't deny me. You'll suffer the consciences if you do.

The explosion in my head and the words the voice spoke were too much. I forced myself backwards, slamming my head against the wall. Blood trickled down my neck as I sunk to the ground, no longer in control of anything. I couldn't feel anything but the pain that I was going through, couldn't hear anything but the sound of my cries and screams. The only thing I tasted was the blood in my mouth from biting my cheek so hard, and I saw only blackness as it swam before my eyes, threatening to take me under.

Good place to stop? I thought so…

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