Hey guys. So if you guys didn't know, my friend died little over a month ago. I've been talking to cops for countless amount of time and the court date is set for another few weeks. I didn't want to stop writing, no matter how much gruesome scenes I had to type. I know, I'm dedicated, lol. So...I've been a little better ya know? I've been talking to the professionals and stuff... Well anyways, enough on my life for now. Hee is the VERY long awaited chapter of Vengeance.

I hope I still have some viewers here...lol.

Max's POV-

The darkness was overwhelming. It stung in all the right places of my vision, pulling me deeper and deeper into a dark abyss.

What was the last thing that had happened? All I can mentally remember now, is looking for Fang, the screech of burning rubber tires and then…blank.

I groaned as I was pulled back into consciousness. The unmistakable scent of dried blood hit me smack dab in the face as my eyes squinted open.

"Max? Max baby wake up. Please," a voice choked

A familiar voice. Deep voice that definitely belonged to a male. My eyes scanned every single detail there was in the room as soon as my eyes adjusted to the full florescent light.

The room was small and bare. You could easily take 5 steps before you met the next wall. There was nothing in the room at all, though. The walls were concrete cement with wall cracks running down the ceilings. I was chained to the wall by my stomach, hands and ankles. I lulled my head to the side to locate the source of the voice, and I was nearly knocked unconscious again.

"Fang?" I choked.

Hot tears made their way down my face as I swallowed down my sobs of despair. Fang was chained by his ankles only, but he was slumped against a wall. His usual black clothing was darker with the wetness of his blood. He held his right hand pressed tightly on his left shoulder that was bleeding uncontrollably.

"Fang…what…what happened?" I said crying.

My heart shattered to a billion pieces as I saw him smile. A smile full of relief and joy. He grunted and squeezed his lips together in a thin line as he stood up. He swayed from side to side, leaning his weight against the wall. He limped towards me, and I saw the halos of blood surrounding his pant legs as he walked. My eyesight was blurred by my tears.

The clank of his shackles made him wince as the cold hard chains scrapped against his ankles, but he kept walking.

He slumped over to me and trapped my body with his. He leaned on my heavily and I supported his full weight with no complains. He rested his head gently on my chest and I bent my head down so that mine was covering his.

"I'm so glad your…ah, awake," I felt him wince. "I woke up to find you chained to the wall with a very scary amount of blood drenched on the wall…"

My chest heaved as I finally let out my first sob. More followed and Fang's head bobbed in time with my chest. My tears down my cheeks and down my neck.

"Fang…I'm so sorry." I cried over and over.

I felt wetness travel down my shirt. Fang's tears.

"Why are you sorry?" he asked, barely controlling the cracks in his voice."We're together."

I let out another anguished cry and sniffled.

"Fang? Who did this? Tell me who did this." I said.

I tried my best to get angry, but I knew I couldn't. Not with Fang being so broken and crumpled beneath me. I desperately tried to call back the demons inside me. They would surely know how to brake these chains. But as of right now…I'm just…Max.

The Max that laughs and loves without worried about getting hurt. The one my father would have called weak. The real Max.

"Max…I never really tell you this often but…" he paused for emphasis. He swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath. "I love you Max. I love you so much."

"Don't talk like that!" I responded hastily. "We're getting out of here. Both of us. I'm not letting this be the end Fang. Just hold on with me okay?" I said hysterically.

Hearing Fang talk like he's given up on life made my stomach lurch and twist. He had such a wonderful life ahead of him. Full of success and happiness, this couldn't be the end for him.

I needed a plan. A plan that would get us out of here. Fang needed to live, he needed his life, and I intend on giving it to him.

Determination set in, and I felt the dizziness of my head rush out. I set my mouth in a firm line and immediately started calculating my next moves.

Mei's POV-

The weight of the entire night crashed down on me when I pulled out of the alley. I drove around the entire state to find Max, and she tells me that she wants me to leave her along. Fine, I can do that.

…

But…

What do I do now?

"Come on Mei, you're not that anti-social. Clearly you have more people to hang out with than Max right? " I thought to myself.

There's always some other professors at the college! Uh…never mind. Most of the professors are above 60 years old. I know! I could hang out with Ella and Nudge! I needed some girl time right now and heaven knows Max could never fulfill that spot, no matter how much I love the girl.

I froze in mid-dial. Ella's phone. It was broken at the apartment. How was I to contact her now? A beeping noise made me look down at my phone. I rolled my eyes and tossed it to the back seat in frustration. My phone was dead.

I sighed. I guess I could drive by Ella and Nudge's place…

I pulled into their drive way and sighed. None of their cars were here, Marian was gone too. I guess…I guess I could always go hang out with Dylan…

Gazzy's POV-

"Cindy! We're going to get caught!" I hissed at her.

"No we aren't. You said your sister Nudge taught you how to hack security cameras right?" she said looking down at him.

"Well…yeah but-"

"No buts. I have faith in your hacking skills." She winked.

I was too busy blushing to see her pull out 2 files. My eyes flickered up and saw her waving them over my head. She shifted her footing on the ladder and dropped the files down on me. I caught it, barely able to keep the contents inside.

We were in the hospital file room right now, (I know right? They don't have any security at all? Well..I kinda took care of the cameras but still…) and Cindy was perched up a desk we pushed against the wall. She dug around the files until she found her moms files.

"I don't know…I just find this whole entire situation weird. Food poisoning? Highly unlikely," she said climbing down the table.

I handed her the files and she hastily scattered papers around the desk.

"Let's see…"

Her fingers scanned over the data on her mother.

Patient Name: Marci Ying

Age: 34

DOB: January 19th, 1977

Insurance Company: New York Towns Value (See attached scripts)

The list went on and on, recordings of her yearly checkups and it marked down one important thing on her file. Cindy's eyes squinted in confusion when I looked up at her for confirmation.

"I didn't know your mom was a kidney donor…" I said.

"Yeah neither did I," Cindy said frowning.

I looked down at the date.

"It says she made the donation March 19th of 2008." I read aloud.

"March 19th…" Cindy whispered.

"Does that date mean anything to you? Any reason why she would want to do it here of all dates?" I asked.

"No…"she shook her head.

I read further down, and scanned the paragraph twice.

"Her donation went to a man named…." I struggled to say the name. It was Chinese that much I could tell. I looked to Cindy for help.

She read it over and smirked.

"His name in English means little fish…" she said laughing a little.

I looked at the other file and saw that the same name was written on the tab.

"Is that why you grabbed this file too?" I asked flipping it over.

"Yeah, my mom's file was stapled to his." She said going back to her moms file.

I read 'Little Fish's' file over. He was about the same age as Marci. They have no blood ties together and he died little over a year ago from heart fail.

"Poor guy. Even when his kidneys were spot on he died of heart failure," I said frowning.

"And this is why I can never be a doctor," she said. "It'd be up to me to deliver the heart breaking news to their family. Oh and all the blood," she said.

Trust me, she and I can go a long time without seeing much more blood.

I watched her silently as she placed the two files next to each other. Her thin brows knitted together in a 'V' and she puckered her lips to the side. Her long black hair was falling apart from her high messy bun and strands fell on her cheeks. She looked like a mini detective. She looked so…adorable.

I couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped my lips. Cindy was just so beautiful without her even noticing it. The other boys in my school all agreed; they thought she was hot. But I saw passed that. I saw the beautiful, intelligent, and funny girl.

"Gazzy?" Cindy's voice whispered.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and looked up at her.

"What?" I asked.

"You okay?" She asked, a hint of pink flushing her already rosy cheeks.

"Er- uh…"Was I staring? Oh my god I was staring wasn't I? Damn it, I'm staring AGAIN! Shit!

"Uhmm- uh…yeah, I was just uh…uh…I'll just go stand look out," I said walking around the desk.

"There's no need for that," An icy voice said from the back of me.

Cindy and I froze in place and my eyes widened in fear. A shock wavered down through my body; from the spikes in my hair down to my toes.

I knew that voice. That voice had haunted me for years. I was about to turn slowly around to face the voice, but his next words sounded like he had steel in his throat.

"Stay where you are." He said.

I locked my eyes in the door in front of me. Someone please come in. Please. Please tell me this is a nightmare…

"What- what do you want?" I asked in a shaky voice after a few minutes of silence.

I felt Cindy move closer to me, and I stood so that I was covering her as much as I could.

"I need a favor."