AN: Dun dun dun dun!!!

Oh, this is interesting: someone's house caught fire just down the street from mine.

I'm watching the fire trucks and stuff as we speak.

It's kinda cool, with all the smoke and stuff.

I just hope nobody's hurt.

ANYWAY… here is the next chappie!!!

FANG POV

The broken sign of Mount Hermon Cemetery creaked above us as I pushed open the gate.

Max's breath caught, knowing that the only option for her parents was left:

They were dead.

"Fang?" Her voice cracked as I nodded, pulling her forward as she almost fainted on the spot.

"Here," I led her down a small hill to where a creek gurgled by, cascading over the stones.

This would be a perfect place to relax if the grounds weren't dug up and placed with dead bodies all around.

The headstones read:

Arabella Lee Ride

October 5th, 1973 – May 1st, 1994

Chase Lucas Ride

August 12th, 1972 – May 1st, 1994

"Oh… oh, God…" Max fell to her knees, her arms collapsing around her mother's headstone.

Suddenly, Max turned and threw herself into my chest, tears seeping out of her clenched eyes.

"Why, Fang? Why? What happened to them?" Max cried again and again into my shirt.

I shushed her, cradling her body like a baby's, whispering sweet nothings into her ear to calm her.

"Tell me what happened, Fang. I want to know," Max said to me after some time of sitting there at the cemetery.

The sun was gone now, replaced by a full moon, shining against her tear-streaked face.

I will remember you

"About a year after you were born," I cleared my throat as I felt Max tense, listening extra hard on what I was saying.

Will you remember me?

"The School decided that they wanted you. Needed you, actually. You were one of the best babies out there," I continued the story,

"So He ordered His men to take you away. And then He began…" I inhaled another breath,

"The execution of your… parents."

Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

Max's breathing shuddered.

"He killed your dad with a gun, a shot to the head," I recited, playing the video repeatedly in my mind, painful memories I didn't want Max to see.

Off in the far corner sat little baby Max, bawling as the gunshot rang out.

Remember the good times that we had?
I let them slip away from us when things got bad

"Your mom grabbed you away from Him and took off, hiding in your basement. But He found you. Because… He always does."

How clearly I first saw you smilin' in the sun
Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one

"And He took you away from your mother again, picking you up by one arm, and holding the gun up to your tiny blonde head. And He told your mother 'You or the baby'," I remembered the sound of His cold voice and the picture of Him threatening Max's young life.

My fists clenched thinking about it as I finished the story for Max.

I will remember you
Will you remember me?

"But your mother was screaming for Him to not to, for Him to take her instead," I drew out the sentence, watching Max's waiting eyes to tell her what she already knew.

Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

"And He did, with five bullets to her chest, two to her head, and one to her leg. He killed your mother and took you to the School."

"What… what happened then?" Max choked out, her eyes facing the two cold gravestones that stood in front of us.

I'm so tired but I can't sleep
Standin' on the edge of something much too deep

"You were experimented on. I got to see you when you were 'completed'," I growled at the word,

"You were so cute; blonde curls and blue eyes. He told me that He would have to release you. And I watched you leave when you were two years old, waving goodbye to me as I stood there with Him," I finished and Max nudged me on.

But that was it.

"I never heard anything about you ever again until the mission came up and He had to tell me about all of the things that had happened to you. I hadn't known until I was fourteen what really happened to get you to come to the School."

"So… He killed my parents? And almost murdered me too?" She whispered, her voice barely audible.

I nodded, unsure what to say.

There, after all, was nothing to say.

It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard

I had just told her the past she never knew in a matter of fifteen minutes, brought her to visit her parent's resting ground, and had dumped everything on her.

But I will remember you
Will you remember me?

I was surprised she was taking it so well.

"Fang, who is He? You said you knew. You said you would tell me," Max pressured and I sighed, hoping she wouldn't ask me that.

Don't let your life pass you by

"All right. I'll tell you," I reached down into my jean pocket, retrieved the plastic card, and read off,

"Name: Samuel Larson.

Age: Thirty-four.

Position: Director"

Weep not for the memories

Max nodded, rising up, and giving me her hand.

"Where are we going?" I asked as she started to led us both out of the cemetery.

I'm so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose
Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose

"I'm going to see my old house," Max smiled,

"To see what my parents' lives were like when they died. That way my mind can't play tricks on me anymore. I'll know what truly happened."

Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night
You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light

She made sense.

I shrugged and tagged along, following her along the dark sidewalks as we neared the old, haunting house.

And I will remember you
Will you remember me?

Yet… maybe not so haunting anymore.

Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Weep not for the memories…

AN: TA DA!!! All your answers!!! Well… most of them… unless there's a couple I missed.

Fang's Dad is revealed, Max's parents are dead and the story of them is told, but what will happen next?

Surely I won't end the story here, will I?

NO! NEVER!

I'm going to make something awful happened- as if there isn't ENOUGH drama, right? – and some of you may not like it.

But the next chapter will be normal.

Maybe.

(I am sending you evil grin)

AOL Dude: You've got evil grin!

Fluffy: BWAHAHAHA

Mr. Chementi (physical science teacher) : You crank dat soulja boy! Crank dat soulja boy!

[Sorry, Mr. C did "crank dat soulja boy" in class last week and I still can't get over it. It's on You Tube if you wanna see it.

Go to you tube and then type in "crank dat soulja boy mr. c style" and you can watch it. It's funny