So, I think this is the chapter you've all been waiting for…(besides the one where you all want Max and Fang to get together). I think this will interest you..(maybe not, but I hope) Please, read and review!

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"Having second thoughts?" The man asked Fang.

Fang didn't respond though. The room was filled with maniacal laughs of the man, "Welcome back…Fang" He said while taking out a fresh pack of cigarettes and lighting it up. She shoved it to Fang's chest indicating for him o take one. Fang lightly shook his head.

The man laughed again. "Just like the old Fang…hahahahahahahaahah" He said while shoving the cigarette into his mouth and lighting it. He put the lighter away into his old beige raggy winter coat.

The man sighed, "What's wrong now? Why aren't you saying anything huh? Hahahaha…so mute" He said starting up the engine in the car as both them and Fang sat in the front seat.

"Is it maybe 'cause you know you're just as guilty as I am? You'd be a hypocrite to call me cruel…a bad person…someone who inflicts hurt on others just for the fun of it…a masochist"

Fang snarled, but not looking at it. His face was turning into grimace. Fang wanted so badly to yell at this man and call him names that were true. Yet, Fang knew he would be a hypocrite to say this man is evil and then go ahead and do bad unto others as well…Fang knew that. In a sense, he felt defeated.

"Hahahahaha" The man chuckled once more.

He pressed on the lock key from inside and all four locks from each door closed up.

"Where are we going?' Fang asked.

The man turned to him and shoved the cigarette to the side of his mouth with hi tongue and let out a laugh.

Fang turned to him and glared at him, then he reached over to open the car door, but it didn't open. "Unlock it" Fang said with anger in his voice

"Oh, is that so?' The man asked slyly while looking at Fang.

"I can't change my past-" Fang said looking down as the man smiled evilly and pedophilic at him.

"-But I can start changing my present" He said then finally looking back up.

"Unlock it...or you'll regret it" He snarled at the man.

The man laughed, "Hahahahah! You amuse me….you amuse me…" He said finally clicking on the lock button as the small handle popped back up indicating it unlocked.

"Fine, get out….leave…but you'll only be coming back to me…remember me...Fang…remember me!" He screamed out crazily as Fang was taken aback and the man gripped tightly onto Fang's jacket. Fang grimaced and shoved the man away with all his strength.

"Remember me!" The man screamed.

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This man…he was a malevolent man. No. A monster is what he truly is.

Has he no emotion? No fear? No sadness? Anger?

Does he not feel…from the heart?

What does he truly want?

He feels…but with malicious harm.

…

It is said everyone born unto this world is innocent. That is, until they commit their first crime.

So, what was this man's first crime? What had he done?

Perhaps, we should rewind.

32 years earlier…

This boy, the boy with no name.

Well, he had a name…but refused to keep it.

All it ever did was remind him…12 years ago...the day he was born…the person who gave him that name…his dearly, beloved mother.

"Stupid Richard! You're such a retard! Hahahaha!" Laughed seven kids. What was so cruel about their laughs, was the way they were laughing at him.

With no purpose.

Just to make fun of…Yes, that is why they laughed…at him.

So much.

So hard.

So…cruelly.

"Are you gonna go cry now! Go! Cry to your mommy!" One boy shouted. His name…Max Davis. He was a big boy…and by that, well I think you know what I mean.

His appearance, totally dreadful.

He had short blonde hair and was wearing a long grey jersey with some jean shorts and white sneakers. "Look at him! He's a retard, ahahahaha!" Cried out another as he held his arm to his stomach, the laughing tickling him.

"L-Leave me alone!" Richard Hunes, 12, yelled back as tears started welling up in his eyes.

"Go to your mommy...and cry! Cry like the little pathetic weakling you are!" Another boy, James, 13, shouted at him while his silver braces gleamed in his direction. James was a fourteen year old…you could say he was a gangster wannabe. He had short brown hair; it was quite fuzzy and had little curls. He always wore jeans twice the size he actually was. They were always falling down a little under his hips; showing his boxers. He wore a plain, long navy blue pollo tank top shirt and he had a white pollo under it.

"You're so pathetic, why are you even here?" Another boy, Christian,13, asked him, all-too-proudly with a smirk on his face. He was the typical, Oh-Im-so-hot-every-girl-wants-me sort of guy.

"Get away!" Richard shouted as they approached.

Max Davis laughed at him and then stopped and a smirk crept up his face. He approached him as the others watched. His eyes fell upon an electric blue college ruled notebook he had, holding onto with his left arm.

"What's this?" He asked, curiously.

Richard swiped the notebook away from Max's reach. "Get away!"

He defended that book with his life.

Max laughed cockily at him. "Stupid boy" He said pushing Richard onto the floor with one hand swipe onto the center of his chest. "Ugh" Richard grunted.

James snorted, "Yeah get that little brats book…what is he hiding?" He asked looking over to him.

Max bent down, warily keeping an eye on Richard. He saw his eyes were already red and irritated form the tears lurking and finding a way to escape form his eyes and onto the surface of his skin. "No, don't read that!" He said getting up and making an attempt to charge at him, but the bigger guy, Christian stepped right in front of him…making Richard bounce off his chest and hit the floor again, landing on his but.

"Well, well…" Max said with a cocky smile on.

Richard grimaced at this feeling…this emotion he was feeling right now.

He put both hands up to his temples, "N-no" He slurred out almost crying, he didn't know what to do. Seven big guys, against one little guy was so not fair.

Max opened up the notebook and suddenly a picture fell out.

"Hey, what's that picture?" Another boy, Jake, 12, said. Despite his younger age…being the same age as Richard…he was way stronger than him and had already big muscles.

Max raised an eyebrow as he stopped reading whatever was written in the notebook, "Huh?" He said subtly as he bent down and picked it up. He glanced at Richard and snuck him an evil smile. He turned the picture back around as it had landed face down onto the grass. His eyes landed on the picture and he put his whole focus on it. "Hahahahahah!" He burst out laughing as he turned the picture around and showed it to his friends. They all burst out laughing.

The picture…it was Richard's mom.

"Oh man…oh man...ahahahhahahaha!" laughed Max even louder and uncontrollable as so did the other six of them.

Richard found no amusement in this. The second they started laughing was the second the tears started falling down his cheeks, down to his chin,

Max stopped laughing and glared at the crying boy, "Pa…thetic" He said with a smirk on his face as he stepped forward in front of Richard, who was sitting on the floor. Richard set his eyes onto his picture. He couldn't help but put on a slight smile as the sight of his mother.

Even if it was just a picture.

Max laughed once more, he couldn't help it and with that, he tore up the picture in two. Richard eyes widened, as tears fell down his face. This was not elusive. It was so obvious as to why he was crying. "Nooooo!" He screamed as tears jolted out of his eyes; his body uncontrollably lanced up at his main focus; the picture.

Max let go of the picture, as his hands resumed the dropping pose in the air. He let out a small chuckle.

Richard gasped as his eyes blurred up into tears. "He gasped uncontrollably, "Noooo!" He screamed/cried out.

"Calm down, it's just a picture" Jake said scratching the back of his head, not able to keep off a cocky smile of his face.

Richard dropped the now torn photo out of his hands. Each hand held half of his mom.

The ripped picture fell onto the damp, wet grass. He tilted his head up and glared at the leader, Max.

Anger flashed though him; his nostrils flared up. His cheeks slightly lowered down his face as his face contorted into a disgusted grimace. He snarled at them.

Right now, he was the devil.

"I never thought I'd use this" He muttered lowly under his own breath.

The others starred at him in confusion, "Look guys…pathetic boy is angry now…awwww" He said with fake sympathy towards Rickard. They all laughed, "Loser" "He's a punk" "Jump off a cliff, suicidal cunt" They each said.

One of Richard's hands were reaching behind him, ever-so-slightly. The others wouldn't notice, they were too dumb.

His right arm slithered behind his back pocket of his jeans. His right hand grabbed onto the pocket and reached for something inside it. He pulled it out. A knife.

He took it out very subtly, as to now attract any attention to his right hand.

This right hand, be holding his secret weapon.

What could possibly end it all. Or at least one of them. That was enough. But, was it enough for him? Was it really?

Who was he striking for? Who did he want…first?

Max.

His hand clutched onto the knife so hard as his veins pulsed out onto his epidermis. They were blue…with a slight flush, as was his face. So much anger. So much pain. So much hurt. So much adrenaline.

"Idiot" Christian muttered. "Yeah, he's not even worth our time Max" Jake said.

"This little creep…I know…but hey, it's fun" Max said loudly for everyone to heard him, including Richard. He looked at him with no intention of anything. The only look on Max's face right now was the face of pure amusement. He didn't care…he didn't care that this hurt Richard. He didn't care.

In fact, he couldn't care less.

He knew this hurt Richard and he knew how badly Richard felt when he tore the picture of Richard deceased mother.

He simply…didn't…care.

And that's why….Richard couldn't take it anymore. His body…totally under his control. Controlled by his angry self…his underlying emotions as of five minutes ago…totally… GONE.

Now, all he was feeling wasn't hurt…it wasn't pain…it wasn't agony…it was ANGER.

And that's when he did it.

"Aghhh!" Richard growled furiously.

With full control over his body and fully aware of his actions, he stomped up and lanced with the dagger in his hand…

He forced it into Max's gut.

..

Sudden gasps came form no where.

Max…falling to the floor….to his death.

"Oh my god, Max!" His best friend, Jake screamed off the top of his lungs.

As did the others.

Richard, still with the knife in his hands, pushed it even further into Max.

"Uhh" Max cried out slurry as blood came rising out of his mouth.

"This is your gift from me" Richard whispered furiously into Max's ear. He brought the knife out of Max's stomach and it fell…to the ground. The others…all six of them…watched him…purely petrified…horrified.

Now, they were feeling things. Now.

Some of them dropped to their knees, some of them had their bodies frozen…some were grimacing with pure anger and glaring at Richard.

Soon though, after Richard took a step back, Max no more had nothing to lean on…not Richard's chest anymore.

As Richard took a step back, Max body fell limp onto the floor.

"Max!" Some of them screamed and cried out.

Richard eyes were widened as he watched the whole scene.

One thing was for sure, he didn't regret it.

Richard clutched onto the knife harder every time…This is my lifesaver…he thought.

He brought it up to him, holding it in one hand. He starred at the knife as it showed his reflection. Someone…not just a boy.

Now, he had become a monster.

Did he get everything he ever wanted, now?

Was this what he hoped for?

Did it make everything better?

Killing someone…and in front of his peers…was this the form of happiness a fiend took?

Well, for him…Richard….YES.

FINALLY! Richard thought. Finally, I win, at something…finally! A sly smile crept up his face contorting the one so innocent face of a twelve year old.

Max's blood dripped down onto the dagger form the pinnacle all the way to the end, of the handle…down onto Richard's knuckles.

He couldn't help but…laugh.

Laugh at this..

All of this…

" hahahaha a ahhahahaha ahahaha a hahaha!" He kept laughing falling down onto his knees as laughter got the best of him.

"Now, it is I…-" He said talking slyly and loudly at the other bullies as they turned to him, horror stricken.

He continued, "-Who put fear into you" He finished as he swiped off the blood of Max onto the floor…smearing the green, green…so healthy grass.

He took one last stare at them all, but one long one at Max.

Finally He thought once more as he turned around on one heel…but then turning back around.

His eyes fell down onto something…five feet away…lying on the wet grass. A picture of his mother. A torn up picture of his mother.

He starred at him, his eyes blank, his whole face impassive.

He thought for a moment and finally uttered something, "Huh" He said, blinking at the photo thinking it got come to life…and that she would be there.

He wanted her opinion.

He wanted her so much.

He wanted her to be brought back into his life so badly.

But no matter how much he wanted that, he knew…it could NEVER happen.

He wanted this sooo badly.

It was horrifying.

It's not even a need anymore…it's a want.

No. Not even a want, actually.

A pure, desire.

Something he had to latch onto…to survive.

He desired it so badly, in fact…he didn't even desire it anymore.

"Huh" He said smirking very subtly. "Were you ever really there…when I needed you?" He asked his mother, starring right into her eyes…in the torn up photo. His memory took him back one year ago…back to the past…when she was still there….with him. He was so humble, even though deep down…he was so afraid to admit it…that she loathed him, yet hid it behind her beautiful façade and sweet smile.

Well…not anymore! Not anymore, am I afraid! He thought.

"I'm not so weak anymore. No. In fact, I'm not even weak anymore. I don't need anyone…and I don't need you…mom" He muttered to himself, so the others wouldn't hear him. They were still shocked and weeping at Max's limp body just lying there, flat on the grass, smearing it with all his blood, as the stain grew even bigger; soon his body be drowned in his pool of blood.

"This.._" He continued saying to himself, while lifting up the knife…seeing his reflection once again and smiling at it, "Is all I desire" He said planting a small kiss on the dagger and walking away…

Like. Nothing. Ever. Happened.

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Quite sad, I know. To be honest, it brought a few tears to my eyes…but this must be written. I really want to go in-depth with the pasts of the three main characters so far…Max, Fang, and that psycho man (who you now know his name). I'm not quite finished with his past yet, so don't be surprised to see a continuation of this chapter…maybe the next chapter will be a short one, maybe it won't…but I will update immediately as soon as I can. More FAX coming soon. I know you all really want Max and Fang to show their feelings for each other, so don't worry….soon ^^ I really hope you all see where I'm going with this story ^^ And to those of you who reviewed my last chap, thank you so much ^^ I hope you continue reviewing ^^ Really, I do. And also, thank you for the suggestions. If/when I use them when they seem appropriate in a specific plotline of this story, I will and be sure to give credit where credit is due ^^ PLEASE REVIEW! ^^ :]

So, what kind of chap do you guys want next? A short, yet in-depth about the psycho and his whole past…or…a chap in the present dealing with Fang and this guy? Tell me! I have to know, otherwise, I won't know what chap to post up T^T I'm serious. :]

Remember, suggestions are always welcome!