Okay, so I think this is more like my normal chapters=) People wanted me to right in Fang's point of view so I did. Sorry it took so long, but I have literally been working my butt off at, well, work =| Anyway, I'll keep this short. Here's the quote: "You laugh because I'm different. I laugh because you're all the same." Thanks guys, and review please!
Fang:
The ten minute drive from the school to Max's house had left me moderately more calm than I had been after I'd left. My bike came to an ear-piercing screech outside of the extremely white house, the dark shade of my ride stark against the light of her home. The tires left huge black marks down the road as the vehicle came to a squealing stop. I pushed the visor of my black helmet up, my now black eyes staring up at the retreating sun, the bright globe almost dimming in radiance as it was pulled behind the darkening clouds. At least the earth knew what it was dealing with, even if the ignorant human girl didn't.
I kicked down the Ninja's bike stand before positioning myself at the front door of the girl's house. It took my entire will power not to shatter the glass as I knocked on it. My anger may have diminished as my common sense and logic kicked in, but I was pissed, and Max was going to pay for it one way or another. Speaking of Max, the blonde haired girl appeared behind the door, her black fingernails clutching the knob and prying it open lazily.
"What now?" she asked in exasperation, pretending to focus on her sharp talons as she flicked them in what I could only assume was faked boredom. Her deep brown eyes were shining as they gazed at her nails, an impish smirk hidden in the depths of them. I clenched my fists.
"There's something else you owe me for now," I said coolly, despite the raging fires searing my insides. Hit her, hurt her…
The girl snorted. "Oh? And what's that?"
"You know full well," I replied calmly, stepping aside to show her the defaced state of my bike. "I hope you realize Blondie you're paying for the repairs."
"Are you kidding me?" she asked, before laughing. "I've already got my Firebird at the panel beater, I'm not paying for your piece of crap too. And besides, I didn't do anything to your 'ride.'"
She's lying to you… "And what about the name engraved into the sides?" I asked, trying to ignore the voice cutting into my mind, cutting into my logic. Of course she's was bloody lying to me. And a Firebird? The girl liked vintage cars…
"What name?" she asked coyly, playing with the hair coiling around with her shoulders. "I don't know what you're talking about. Now, if you don't mind…" Max moved to close the glass door, attempting to shut it in my face before my hand stopped it dead.
"Here's the thing Max," I snarled, pushing the door back effortlessly. The human recoiled, blinking in the sudden outburst of power. "Co-operate and I won't beat the shit out of you. Here's the deal, you owe me payment for fixing the bike, or a new one. Your choice."
The girl's eyes narrowed maliciously. "Here's the thing Fang," she mimicked, and I had to give it to her, she played a good bitch. "I'm not paying one cent for your bike. And besides, how much could it have possibly cost you in the first place anyway? A few grand? Let me guess, two for the bike and one for the paint job? I have to hand it to your guys; they did a good job covering up that piece of junk."
I gritted my teeth, but didn't let my ever growing anger into my voice. "That piece of junk cost twenty thousand dollars."
Max went to say something, but lost the words, instead her mouth just opening and closing without sound. When noise did finally return to her mouth, she sounded slightly shaken. "I'm not paying for your bike. And I don't believe it cost twenty thousand."
"On sale the bike is fifteen grand. Brand new it cost more. You'll either pay for the entire fee for repairs or buy me a new bike."
The human smirked, her red lips spreading into an utterly smug, completely evil smile. My eyes narrowed. "Okay, I thought you might say that. Wait here." The girl turned on her heels, sauntering into the completely white house and disappearing into the very heart of it. Figures, the house was pure white. Looking down the hallway, I spied the lounge room straight ahead. I caught sight of the grand mahogany stairwell that spiraled upward a little off to the left. So the girl's parents had money. Looks like I'd be getting a new bike sooner than I'd thought.
"Having fun spying on my house?" the girl asked as she came back to the front doors. She held in her hand a small black box. "Here," she said, sighing almost regretfully. "I felt sorry about your bike. It's just, I don't handle being thrown into water very well," she said as she leant against the doorframe. Her arms were resting across her stomach as they folded over each other. They covered the skin that her short black top wasn't. I eyed the low cut jeans and lost my train of thought for a moment. She looks like she belongs in my gang, I thought.
The girl cleared her throat. "If you're done checking out what's not yours, here." She threw the tiny box at me. I take what I want, I thought smugly as I shook the box. A metal ringing clinked around inside.
"Got me a new bike already?" I asked, my voice rough.
Max shrugged, propelling herself off the wall with her shoulder. "I think you'll like it," she said, smiling.
I lifted the lid of the black box, tipping the contents into my hand. A small item fell into my palm, the green plastic so unlike what I expected I had to blink away confusion. I stared at the turtle, with little pink bells around its neck. Well, that explained the metallic clinking. I looked up at the human, who was keeled over laughing.
"The look on your face was priceless. There you go Fang; I bought you your ninja." She slammed the glass door in my face, before her distorted figure began to walk away from my view.
Hit her, hurt her!
My eyes became consumed by redness as they flared crimson, the whites of my eyes draining into a deep red shade that glowed in the darkness that was beginning to envelop the city. My hand clenched around the plastic Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, with pink bells wrapped around its neck, as I stepped backward. My eyes narrowed in anger, mind becoming completely lost to the madness that had been streaming through the back of my brain since I'd seen my bike. I drew my arm backward, so fast it was a blur, and threw the toy at the glass doors. The translucent frame shattered, splintering into thousands of shards and pouring to the floors. I stepped over crushed glass, the shards crunching further as my boots pressed against them. Max froze, her back toward me, as the small green toy skidded to a halt just in front of her feet. The human spun to face me, her blonde hair fanning as she did so.
"What the H—"
I stepped up to the second glass door, the only one still intact, and ripped it off its hinges, prying the door from its frame with ease. Alarms were going crazy, the high pitched sirens wailing. I stepped over the threshold, dropping the door behind me before punching the silver panel beside the door. The siren gave one last dying scream before going dead.
"You owe me," I snarled, taking a predatory step toward a now frozen Max. The blonde's mouth was hanging open, and her eyes were wide in shock, terror and confusion all in one. My mind was dragged into her own, every thought passing through her brain entering mine as well. What the Hell is he? There's no way he's human…Oh my God, what kind of fucked up dream is this?
I eyed the girl as she stepped backward, the fear and confusion splayed across her face and in the deep abyss of her eyes. Before she could step backward farther I appeared in front of her, my speed so unfathomable to the human mind.
"What's the matter Max? Am I scaring you?"
"What are you?" she whispered, her eyes connecting with mine as she tried to understand why my eyes were glowing.
"Are you going to make up for the bike?"
"Hell no," she spat, attempting to shove me. "Get out of my house!"
"I hoped you would say that," I growled. Now, hit her now! I brought my right hand to her chest so fast I was unable to be seen by her mortal eyes. My palm connected with her body as I shoved her so hard she went flying, her light body airborne for about ten seconds before she crashed into the far wall with a thud. Her head connected with the whiteness, red smears painting themselves across the wall as she slid down it. I appeared in front of her once more, her pain feeding my excitement. I crouched in front of her as her brown eyes looked up at me.
"Are you going to make it up to me?" I asked, smiling maliciously.
Max coughed blood as the same sticky redness ran through her blonde hair and brown highlights, staining them. She shook her head. "No," she breathed.
I grinned. "Such insubordination," I rumbled coarsely. I snared her arm and hauled her upward. My body was humming in ecstasy, Max's pain making me even stronger, making me lose any semblance of control that could have been found in my mind. I shoved Max into the wall, my hand clamping around her throat as I whispered into her ear. My mind was in hers as she soon became deprived of oxygen.
"Are you going to make it up to me?" I whispered once more. She attempted to shake her head in denial, but her thoughts streamed through clearly into my head. Dad will be home soon…just a little longer…
I smiled, her stubbornness intriguing me, as it had the very first day I'd met her. She wasn't paying for the bike, and she wasn't apologizing. As the human's lungs were about to burst from lack of air, I dropped her, my foot coming to rest, or rather, compress, on top of her chest. She coughed blood, spitting it over the white carpet. I closed my eyes in bliss, her pain more pleasuring, more elating than anything I'd ever felt before. If I'd been thinking straightly this would have puzzled me, but I couldn't process anything other than hurting her, anything other than needing her pain to feed my indulgence. I shoved my foot harder into her stomach, until her mind was screaming for me to stop. Her mouth however, didn't utter anything other than a broken gasp. I dug the heel of my boot into her, grinding it into her body.
"Are you going to apologize?" I asked, smirking.
"When Hell freezes over," she spat viciously, spitting blood at me. I frowned. Odd behavior for a human. Fascinating didn't even begin to explain it. When Hell freezes over…well, that may not be a problem.
"And the bike?" I asked.
"You'll have to kill me first," she gasped. Her badass nature wasn't being obliterated by the continual strikes her body was receiving…interesting.
"Now, now Maximum," I taunted, coming to crouch on top of her. "I don't want to kill you. However, pain is a whole different field…"
"Bastard," she sputtered. I frowned, my glowing red eyes narrowing down at her. Gripping her shoulder, I hauled her upward once more before throwing her into the glass mirror beside the timber cabinet. Fragments were sprayed everywhere as they rained down on the girl. "Okay Max, I'm getting tired of this." I watched with interest as she flung open the cabinet doors and pulled out a black revolver. She struggled to her feet, cocking the gun as she aimed it at my chest.
"Really, what do you think that will do?"
"Unless you…haven't realized…my fingers on the trigger, and you're in my…way," she threatened brokenly.
"That would have been a much sexier line if you weren't struggling to stay upright," I remarked, leaning carelessly against the wall.
"Screw…you," she panted.
"Hmm…Now that may prove interesting," I commented, crossing my arms. I smiled crookedly at her shaking hands as they were trained on the trigger of the revolver. I shook my head, wondering if she realized that it was empty.
"What are you?" she whispered.
I cocked my head to the side as I studied her. "If I told you what I was, I doubt you'd believe it."
"I—" without warning Max dropped to the floor, her fingers barely holding onto the gun.
"You right?" I asked, my voice completely monotone and uncaring.
"Emotionless, psychotic, bastard," she remarked.
I shrugged. "Are you going to shoot me, or what?"
"Do you like beating the shit out of people?" she asked, gaining her breath once more. She tried to stand, dragging herself back up using the wall. Her eyes spun as her dizziness streamed through my mind.
"I do," I said, nodding. "More than anything. It's what drives my…" well, she didn't need to know that.
"So, are you…a vampire?"
I snorted. "Vampires?" My eyes flared red brightly, illustrating my point. I was no vampire.
Max swallowed, watching my eyes. "Werewolf?" she whispered, still training the gun on my chest.
I smiled, stepping away from the wall. Max steadied the weapon, eyes wide. "Sadly, no. Not quite."
He's not attacking me…why the change in character? My head fell to the side slightly at the thought. So, she was as curious about me as I was of her… "The change in character," I said, coming to stand above her, "is because my need for making you pay for my bike is almost satisfied."
Max gaped at me. "You're a telepath?" she asked. Her eyes were beginning to roll into the back of her head as blood continued to pour from her body.
"I guess you could say that," I said silkily, my eyes glowing brighter as my interest amplified.
Max frowned. "You're something…more?"
I bent low, so that my lips were hovering just beside her ear. Max inhaled sharply, swallowing the air in a large gulp.
"Maximum…do you want to know what I am?"
The human nodded slightly, biting her lip until she drew blood. "Yes," she rasped.
"Are you sure?" I asked, taunting her.
"Yes, damn it!"
"Max, I'm a—"
My words were cut off by Ari's sudden presence beside me, prying me from Max and throwing me at Dylan, who immediately clamped a metal collar around my neck. I growled, snapping my jaw as the electric band clasped around my neck.
"Dylan, get me out of this—"
"Sorry Fang," my General said, pressing a small remote that caused the collar around my neck to strike my body with electricity. My eyes grew wide as I gritted my teeth. Fuck, electricity killed.
"Oh God, he's beaten her to a pulp," Ari groaned, near sighing.
"Get the Hell away from me," Max gasped, holding the gun at arm's length.
Ari squinted his eyes in frustration and looked at the human as if she were stupid. "That gun's empty moron," he said, shaking his head.
"What are you?" she asked, directing the question at Ari now. She still wouldn't drop the God damned gun.
Dylan frowned, coming to stand in front of her. "How much do you know?" he asked, eyes wide.
"I know he's a freaking telepath," she spat, coughing blood again. I cringed as Ari's thoughts streamed into my head.
"Knock her out and I'll knock your block off," I snarled, springing at him. However, before I could land a body part (any body part) on him, another electric bolt was shot through my body, landing me on the floor once more.
"Fang, stop it. She can't know anything," Dylan said, gaining on Max. "We'll have to get rid of her memory, and this is—"
"Not the only way," I snapped, coming to a stand once more. "I'll get rid of her memory," I said, leaning against the wall as I panted for air. Screw this electric collar!
"Would you all just get out of my—!" Max gasped, her eyes stretching to an impossible size as she collapsed to ground, the gun falling out of her hand as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
"What the?" Dylan crouched beside Max, before he shook his head in dismay. "God Fang, she's bleeding everywhere," he remarked. "Look at her stomach." He lifted Max's lifeless, and extremely white, body so that I could see the blood that was pouring from her stomach. Her arms must have been covering it.
"She's fainted, typical," Ari muttered. "We'll have to take her with us then. Great, a human in a house full of—"
"Okay, we get it," Dylan said before turning toward me. "You almost blew this Fang," he said, shaking his head.
Eyes trained on Max, my head falling sideways once more. "I don't regret one thing," I replied, sounding extremely animalistic.
Dylan continued to shake his head as he slung Max into his arms completely. "Your father would have murdered you."
"Perhaps, yet I still wouldn't have regretted it," I replied, grinning evilly.
"Get your ass onto that piece of shit that you call a bike," Ari said. "I'll get someone to clean this crap up."
Dylan nodded. "I've got the human." My eyes narrowed as a growl caught in my throat. Dylan rolled his eyes. "Dude, seriously. I have a woman."
"Take this thing off me," I gritted.
"Hell no, not 'till we get back home, and you are far away from this one," he replied, gesturing at Max. "I don't know what it is about her, but you're acting like an animal around her man. It's weird."
"Especially when you're Mr. "Oh So Calm and Peaceful" most of the time," Ari replied kicking glass out of the way.
"Just get your ass on the bike," Dylan sighed.
"Are you ordering me to do something?" I snarled, challenging him as his higher commander.
Dylan shook his head before walking out of the room. "In case you've forgotten, I have the remote and the human you're obsessed with," he called out, before disappearing from sight.
"He's got a point you know," Ari replied before following the blonde haired guy into the sunless environment.
Hmm…this was becoming more interesting by the minute.
Iggy:
My breath escaped my throat in an exasperated sigh. Where the Hell was Max? She was meant to be meeting me at the cinemas over half an hour ago. She couldn't have possibly forgotten—she'd only called me to confirm an hour ago. Maybe she was still at home, doing her hair or something. Or pigging out on the chocolate éclairs I'd made the previous night. I went with the latter—I mean, Max? Hair? When Hell freezes over. Twice.
I trudged toward the bus stop, too lazy to wait for Max any longer. The sun had disappeared behind the darkening clouds, shrouding the city in gloom almost depressingly. It was almost chilly, except I wasn't actually cold. I don't know, I just felt…weird. Like something was off. My eyes scanned the streets, which had emptied of people as the darkness covered the skies. As Max would say, how cliché.
I stopped at the pedestrian crossing, leaning against the metal pole as I waited for the little red man to switch to green. How could Max have forgotten about meeting me? It's not like things usually slipped her mind. As I practically willed the lights to shift, my eyes strayed until they were captured by a house just across the street. I squinted through the darkness as I attempted to focus on the large sign that read for sale. Frowning, I began to cross the busy intersection, forgetting completely about the lights. It was as if some weird magnetic pull was forcing me toward the house, was compelling me forward. Only once I was standing in front of the house did I realize what they were selling.
A large cardboard sign, decorated with black lettering, leant against a midnight black vehicle, the glossy black paint slightly scratched in multiple places. As I pulled the sign away from the machine, I saw the deep scratch that was engraved along the entire length of the bike, a deep silver cut that streamed through the darkness of the vehicle. I blinked. Whoa…what a bike. I glided my fingers along the machine, unsure of where my sudden fascination of the bike had come from. Whatever it was, I was suddenly finding it irresistible, I had to have it.
"Oh my God, just take it!" A woman screeched as she caught sight of me. "My husband hasn't been able to sell the thing after he dropped it. Please, it still runs, but I can't stand having this thing on the front of my lawn any longer! It's a gsxr 600, really expensive!"
"Then how come you would give it to me for free?" I asked suspiciously.
"No one will buy it with that massive scratch! Just take it, please." Was she kidding? The scratches seemed to make it even more beautiful, like they were the bike's battle scars or something…was that weird?
"Uh, sure, I'll take it…" I looked around almost awkwardly. Was this woman for real?
"Yes, yes, take it! I'll grab the keys! And the helmet, yes, that the helmet as well!" The woman scurried inside, throwing the door aside as she ran through the entrance. What the…?
A few minutes later, I was wheeling the bike along the footpath, feeling stupid. Why did I even get this bike? I couldn't even drive a car, let alone a bike. Not to mention I knew nothing about them. And people were giving me funny looks, the few people that were still outside I mean. What would I tell dad? "I got this bike for free from some woman who couldn't sell it…" And what was with the sudden need to just have that bike? I was sure the feeling I just had was the same feeling Max had around cute shoes or fast cars. The same feeling Nudge had with talking. Sigh, that's it, it's official. I was a freak.
When I finally got home, I leant the bike against the garage and stepped into the open doorway, ready to question Max on her lateness, or rather, her lack of showing up. Huh, that's weird. The door was open. I stood in the entrance, looking around the empty hallway. Was anyone even here?
"Uh, hello?" I called into the nothingness. Oh my God, if Max suddenly showed up at the cinema's I swear I would—
My eyes suddenly came imprisoned by the white piece of paper pinned to the wall.
Hey Iggy, sorry I couldn't get to the movies. Freaking Nudge made me stay at hers tonight. Kill me now. Oh, and do me a favour and don't blow anything up. See you round loser.
Max.
That's it, that's the last time I attempt go anywhere with her. And yet still, there was a horrible coiling inside my stomach, a horrible stabbing sensation that was leaving me on the brink of nausea.
Something was wrong.
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