What's all this? This peculiar noise? The sound coming in, invading his eardrums. He felt like he was a hell mine and people kept throwing rugs of dirt on him with his shovels. He groaned. He opened his eyes. He instinctively wanted to reach up to his head to rub it since he felt a headache…he couldn't…

Suddenly, his eyes flickered wide open. "Huh?" He gasped looking to both sides of him, left and right. He couldn't move his hands. He looked and turned his head behind him, his hands were tied together. He growled and got angry. He struggled, "Hey!" He yelled trying to get attention from anyone to could hear him.

"Where am I?" He whispered to himself, voice groggy. He was still wide-eyed. He couldn't move his hands nor his legs, they were all tied up together. He was sitting on a chair and he was tied to the chair as well.

He kept struggling, he couldn't even reach out for his pocket to grab a knife to cut the ropes. As he struggled he heard something above him, he turned his head upwards and a black figure jumped off an iron cast above him. It was a man.

Fang winced as the man grabbed a hold of Fang's shoulders and put pressure on him, so he wouldn't fall abruptly onto the floor. He did a back flip and landed on the floor. Then, he approached Fang. "Hello….Fang…"

Fang blinked, "You" He said with anger in his voice. The man was wearing a black mask over his face and he had a voice changer which deflected his real voice from summing up into the atmosphere. Fang grimaced, "Why hide you face…I know it's you" Fang said in a huff of anger.

"Do you really Fang? Did you miss me? " He asked casually but in an evil smug tone.

Fang grimaced even more and started cursing at him, "You bastard! How dare y-" He was cut off by the man interrupting him, "Why did you ever leave?" He asked in a slither tone.

"I had to…and it's none of your concern!" Fang's voice got higher and more aggressive.

"Fang…we made such a perfect…team. I was the boss and you were my apprentice. I was the leader and you were my follower. I told you who to kill and you did it…you know you needed the money to see your….precious little sister…."

"Bastard! Don't talk about her! I'm gonna rip-"Suddenly he was cut off by the man in the sly, black uniform covering his whole body and face; by grabbing the back of his head by his hair. He grabbed a knife form his side pocket and held it to Fang's throat.

"You were saying?..." He finished as he chuckled that evil, psychotic laughter…

Fang was in front repressed sitting tied up on a chair and the man behind him holding a knife to his throat.

It was very late. They were in an old warehouse. Rust…cold rust everywhere. Disgusting dirtiness…disgusting rust…not even the wind wanted to blow it away. This place…it linked back to a memory of Fang…where his old days used to be. He kept them there, and that day he got stabbed, he never looked back and shut all those bad memories away in this old…warehouse. He wanted to keep them trapped in and never tell a soul about them.

An old, abandoned warehouse.

Moonlight outlined both figures. The man's utterly repulsive silhouette as he stuck out into the midnight color. And Fang…who was gorgeous, his whole features outlined by the midnight sky as well. But it seemed to like him, as it gathered all his finest features…his very well defined jaw line, the perfect muscles on his arms, his beautiful pond and smolder eyes, as well as his amazing ravaged yet still good looking hair made for a perfect contrast in the glistening moonlit atmosphere.

The man snickered at Fang. In a split decision, Fang tipped over his chair to the back legs of it and immediately slammed his head onto the man's face; while he was distracted, laughing. The man shrieked and dropped the knife; it fell onto the hard, concrete pavement. He fell back; causing Fang's chair as well as Fang who was attached to the chair, to fall back. The man got up. Fang was okay, he looked back at the man who now had a bloody nose. "You little prick!" He said as he grabbed Fang by his neck; his strong arm shooting out of nowhere to Fang's throat. This causing Fang to get all wide-eyed and choke out a gasp as the man pressed his large hand onto Fang's throat.

Fang's eyes rolled back as the man's thumb kept pressing down onto his windpipe. His lips subtly parted as he wanted, as he ached to release sounds of panic and pain. Fang couldn't even struggle out a painful groan from his vocals…nothing.

This man was silently killing Fang…

I know, I know…poor Fang! T__T But do not worry! Fang is one of the main characters in this story! He'll be okay…he'll surely find a way out of this whole O.o ya know… heheh, well I'll update soon! ^^ Thanks for your reviews…thank you so much! ^^