The next day…
I woke up feeling like I had a hangover. I paused, seeing I'm the last to wake up. And, that there is no one walking in my head. We're good to go
"Max! Are we going to a coffee shop?" Asked Gazzy.
"No sweetie, do you remember the last time you had coffee?" Said Max.
"Yes…" I would not like to talk about that day, lets just say mushy shit was everywhere in the end. I think it doesn't agree with him.
"Can we go shopping?" Asked Angel doing Bambi eyes.
"Yeah, why not?"
So we were off.
We walked in a big Mall in New York; I don't know which one 'cause I wasn't paying attention.
Hey.
Who said that?
Me.
Who's me?
I'm you.
How can you be me, if I'm me?
I'm another part of you. I can help you.
Why do I need help?
Quit acting like a 7 year old, AND SHUT UP!! Suddenly he calmed down.
I can help you, if you help me.
Well… how?
I can help you fight better and get the girls. I hear you thinking about Max a lot. Sometimes it gets a little dirty.
SHUT UP! I don't think of Max like that!
…Is it you who is walking in my head?
If you feel like someone's walking in your head, well that's because someone is you moron!
What can I call you?
They call me Killer.
Why?
No answer. I finally know how Max feels; am I going crazy?
I finally came back to the real world, and found Max in my face,
"Fang, are you okay?"
"Hmm? Yeah." I replied following the flock.
"You fell asleep during your haircut."
Wait. What haircut?
We walked past a mirror, and I took in my new reflection, the new Fang.
My dark brown hair was now died jet-black and in the lighting, showed a shade of dark blue. The style is what I read on the net, called EMO. It looks freaking awesome.
I found walking in the mall; lots of hot chicks were checking me out. I guess I'm too hot to handle.
But what's the deal with this guy, Killer in my head? What does he want me to do for him? What is he going to tell me in return? All there is is unanswered questions.
I followed Max into this store called Hot Topic. It looked pretty cool. It was mostly filled with black, which is my favorite color.
"Do you want to look in this store?" Asked Max.
I nodded.
I picked out a cool looking The Used sweater, who ever they were, and black jeans, which were slightly tight. Matching black socks and some guy combat boots. I'd say I looked like a emo/Goth kid. Who cares? According to Itex, nobody knows we exist.
Max paid for them with her Maximum Ride card. And I changed into my new clean clothes. I smelled and looked shit before, well except for my hair… chyeah.
We went to a few other stores and got the others clothes. I looked more closely at everyone and noticed they got haircuts to… I'm blind. No offence Iggy!
Iggy's hair was cut a lot shorter; his strawberry blond hair came up in spikes, mixed with red and black hair dye.
The Gasman's hair also had spikes. Probably wanted to be just like Iggy. His hair was just a little shorter and had green streaks.
Nudge's long curly hair is now short, about up to her shoulders. It was straightened, with turquoise blue streaks framing her face.
Angel's haircut was cute. Her long blond hair is now in the middle of her shoulder blades. And of course, she had bright pink steaks. Whoever invented the color pink, is going to die. Since he's already dead, I can still curse him.
It could be a she.
Oh, whatever.
Then he disappeared.
I noticed Max. Oh god, she was as beautiful as ever, blond hair cascading down her back, with side bangs in the front. Bright brown eyes were gleaming in the artificial light. She was just so beau-
If you call her beautiful, ONE more time, ill kill her.
You can't.
Watch me.
But I didn't say beautiful yet.
You just did sperm face.
If I had the chance I would kill YOU, I can't believe you called me sperm face.
No answer.
"TALK TO ME YOU FUCKING LOSER! OR ILL KILL YOU, I SWEAR!" What I didn't know is that I yelled out loud.
I was facing a kid he was taller than me. Just by 2 inches. He was very muscular, and seemed very pissed at me. Oops…
Max nudged me. "Uh, Fang…"
"What did you say?" He asked, using his black eyes to burn wholes in my head.
"Nothing." I mumbled, walking away.
"Don't you turn your back on me!" He barked, pulling me back to face him.
I changed from EMO kid to MACHO dude. I raised my head, to show pride. I crossed my arms that screamed, I'm-way-better-than-you-and-you-know-It. I leaned on one leg, acting as if I didn't care.
I was not exactly sure what my body language showed was macho, but you have to admit, I did look somewhat tough.
"What do you want?" I spat.
The rest of the flock was now paying attention, all scared for what was to happen. But I wonder, why are they scared when they are used to running away, their lives at stake for going back to the school. And also when they get attack by flyboys and erasers.
"I want you dead." He glared.
All of a sudden a girl came out of nowhere. Or at least I didn't see her coming.
"Hey, honey." She purred at him, flipping her brown hair out of her face.
She looked and acted like the average slut. She was wearing maybe a 5-inch long mini jean skirt, with a black polo, which was very tight and so short; it showed 4 ½ of her flat stomach.
I feel like I am going to be sick. But instead of barf, this came out.
"Who is she? Your slut of the day?" What? I didn't say–
"I'm surprised someone as hideous as you could even find a girlfriend. I guess you have to take what you get." –that.
I'm just trying to help you out!
I don't need help!
It seemed he ignored me, and I had more word vomit, even if it is his voice. When you think about it, it does sound deeper.
"You fuck and run don't you? You just get a girl wasted, and you leave when you knock her up don't you?"
"What?" He yelled, looking as if it were true.
He began walking forward, pushing me through the outside doors.
"You want to fight? Well let's fight then, nerdy boy."
Ha! Me nerdy? That's a big joke.
Let me control you, I want to tease him. Oh and it shall be good joy.
DON'T YOU DARE, YOU, YOU… THING!
Of course he 'controlled' me anyway.
He let the jerk come charging at me, making me turn away at the last second.
He made me run up to him and let him punch me. Which feel a little bit like normal humans feel a mosquito bite. I might be exaggerating a bit. Okay a lot, it actually felt like a 4 year old punching you.
"You call those punches?"
" I don't see you defending yourself, girly bitch!" He yelled in my face.
My body gave one weak punch that made him fall to the ground.
"I wasn't even trying. Whose the girly bitch now?"
It seemed the jerk finally took notice of the flock, but his eyes kept focus on Max.
"Who is this fine honey?" He purred.
"Don't. You. Dare." I grinded my teeth, this time it was actually me who was speaking.
He ignored me and walked up to Max, cupping her face in his hands.
"Back off!" Max snapped.
"This ones feisty, just how I like them."
I just lost it. My face, beat red, eyes turned to ice cold black, hands were clenched.
I was going to kill this dude.
I growled, before tackling him down, punching him repeatedly in all the spaces I could think of.
I stopped to take a look at my new mater piece.
His face was shattered. His skull had a dent. His eyes were turning black, crying tears of blood. His nose was hanging low, almost like I broke the bone right off, with only the blooded skin holding it together. His mouth was no longer kissable. I knocked out four of his teeth, leaving gaps that oozed out blood.
I inspected the rest of his body, which resulted to, all of his ribs broken, a snapped wrist, broken legs and lets just say having kids wasn't an option.
Now that's more like it.
Then I realized what I'd done. I would have never hurt a human that much. But for some reason I had urges to kill him.
With me inside, you'll find to have different urges like this. Just because I love to hurt and kill.
"What has gone into you?" Max said, her eyes sad.
Oh, Max if only you knew.
Hey guys! this one is way longer, i find it kind of stupid, but whatever. Soon it will get some where I promise.
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