savannah- your face
fang- theres something on my face
dejia- yeah it's called a pink spot
iggy- right above your eye
fang- *freaks out and looks for a mirror*
savannah- *sigh* and i'm dating this?
dejia- we don't like pink either...
iggy- i do
dejia and savannah- *yelling things all at once*
fang- thanks guys, love you too
dejia- FINALLY!
savannah- armygirl is the ** so review or i'll find you and rape you in your
sleep
dejia- just kidding!
savannah- no, really review

…Well…even I was kind of freaked out by that one…great job Dejia! Thanks!

MAX

We finally got into Fang's room and he was curled in on himself. I dropped next to him and shook him. "FANG!"

He started sobbing, going into hysterics. I looked at Mom pleadingly. She ran and got cold water and splashed his face. He kept right on screaming. "Run to the neighbors and tell them our foster child is having a panic attack," Mom barked at Gazzy. "Tell them it's all under control."

He nodded. No need to bring the authorites into it.Gazzy was gone in seconds. Mom herded the others out while I tried to calm Fang. I slapped him hard but he kept screaming. Mom came back in with a hypodermic needle of sedatives. I looked at her sadly. She nodded and I cringed as she slipped it into his skin. His screams began to die, like he was losing strength, and his grip on my shirt as I hugged him went limp. His eyes closed and he finally passed out.

We lifted him onto the bed and let him sleep. "Whatever was in that envelope upset him," I said.

Mom nodded. "I don't want that man coming back here. I'm calling the authoriteies."

"Thank you."

"Why don't you go try to get some rest," she suggested. "Dinner in an hour."

"Okay." I picked up my book off of Fang's floor and went to read on my bed, but I couldn't focus on the story line. I gave up and settled for skimming my old Deltora Quest books until dinner.

The meal felt odd without Fang, considering that we all knew he was sedated in his bedroom. We spoke very little, if at all, during dinner. We all went to bed early. I wanted to check on Fang before I went to sleep though. I tucked the covers around him and glanced out the window.

And screamed.

VALENCIA

"MOM!" Max screamed. I jumped up and ran down the hall. Fang's door was open. I'd glanced in, but had he been breathing? Did I check? Was he okay? Had he had a bad reaction and I'd missed it? I was ready to check, but Max was at the window.

"There was a man," she sobbed. I looked out. A man in a trench coat was off to the side of our house, near the scraggly woods. I gasped.

"J-John," I choked. John looked out the window. "Call the police." I hugged Max. "It will be okay sweet heart. Everything is okay." But even I knew that was a lie. Because what no one had said, or would maybe ever say, was that we recognized that face, that gun holding figure.

He'd been in our house just this afternoon.

Mick.