Back Again! I will tell you guys this, this week is dun dun dun dun!: UPDATE WEEK! All this week I'll be updating the stories I've been ignoring and been all bleh about for the past few weeks, so I expect a flood of reviews from all of you. I want to check my e-mail on Friday and go: OMG 50 plus e-mails?! So... at BOA (Bands of America, if I haven't drilled it into your brain yet) we got 3RD PLACE! We could have totally stolen second but we dunno what was wrong with the judges' heads. 0.2 points away from second! And freaking 1.2 points away from 1st! but hey, we won best music caption :D Oh yeah, we got visuals to do on the field, they're amazing. We do loop-de-loops, Elvis Presley's, 2 count turns, ripples and triangles with our heads, wind up toy soldiers, etc. etc. all in about 12 measures! crazy!

Challengers: Wow O.o, that many authors?
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Create A Chain

Chapter 3:

Of Humans and Hawkmen

"They've captured you." I said to the person in the crate, squatting down to look inside. "I told you to protect them." I saw the sharp glare in his eyes that I had to look away. "You promised." I felt myself aching at the glare.

"To bad you didn't get it in writing." Fang snapped at me, his rough hands wrapped around the bars of the crate. "Now let me out!" He shook the crate.

"You're not going anywhere." I told him in a cold voice and Fang quieted for a moment, seeing me as a leader once again. "I've arranged for you to be in my care because I don't think I can handle it if another hurts you. I'll run all the experiments by myself and I determine whether you live or die. You're not going to be stuck in a crate anymore, I've convinced them to give you a room." I stood up, lifting his crate with two hands.

"I made someone promise," I told Fang gently as I walked down the blank white halls, "and this time I got it in writing." I set down the crate to open a thick steel door. I pulled the crate inside before shutting it. I unlocked the crate and watched as Fang burst through the door. He threw me up against the wall in such anger I could only smile wanly. The anger that burned in his eyes were just for me, he barred his teeth showing off his canines.

"Why do you even dare to care for me?" Fang asked, pressing me harder against the wall. "You said that 'I just passed the time.' They all hate you, you know." He scowled. "For suddenly leaving."

"I don't doubt that." I replied coolly. "I've only been in their lives for almost two months, not long enough to make a good impression. And what about you? So angry with me, you've known me for eighteen years, haven't I made a good impression on you? You said you love me after all." Okay, low blow.

I freed myself from Fang's grip, flipping him and pressing him firm against the wall, a small smile on my face. "How does that song go?" I asked pleasantly, ignoring the protests of my emotions and the emotions in the back of my mind. "You threw me up against the wall, who said that it's better to have loved and lost, I wish that I had never loved at all?" I sung, leaning my head on his shoulder much to Fang's protest. "Is it better, Fang?" I asked gently, throwing him across the room, letting him land, stunned for the moment. I slipped from the room with the crate in hand and shut the door tightly. A White Coat passed me by as I turned around, I nodded to them in recognition.

Damnit, I felt like I was trembling, I wanted to breakdown, cry right then and there. I said so many cruel things on purpose and it stung me. I have to separate Fang from me, I have to separate myself from the flock, just so I can keep them safe.

"Look at her." I heard a White Coat mutter as I dropped off the empty crate to a room. "She's so smug, graduating from high school at fourteen and graduated college only a few months ago. And then her father got her to have a special experiment. A daddy's girl. I had to work to get here."

I held my head high, I had to work to get here too. I had to give up my family, tell them I hated them, let my love go, denounce my name, willingly come back to a place I hate, and hide the fact of what I am just to be here. I walked to my office, pulling out a notebook for a log.

August 23rd 14:32:56

I've just received my experiment; it seems to show anger at the sight of me. It's vicious and powerful; it tends to bare its teeth. Experiment answers to Fang. Will run tests later today.

I leaned back in my chair, heaving a sigh. How can I convince him to comply with me? He hates me for after all I've done. And besides, I don't want to torture him, no experimenting, no drugs, no nothing. Eww, double negatives.

"I'm telling you, you ordered the wrong goggles, these are ski goggles, you twit!" I sat up abruptly at the scolding White Coat. I saw yellow tinted ski goggles, if I could disguise myself.

"Good job, Frazer." I snatched pair, running from my office.

"Batchelder!" The scolding White Coat yelled. I ignored it, running to Fang's cell. I tucked my ID into my back pocket and pulled my hair into a high ponytail, convincing myself he wouldn't recognize me. After all, he told me I looked like a completely different person the one time I did. I pulled the goggles over my eyes and took my coat off, folding it neatly before placing it on the ground in front of Fang's cell.

Unlocking the door I slipped in, seeing Fang in a fighting stance. "Who are you?" Fang scanned me up and down.

"Samantha." I replied, slightly nervous at his hard gaze.

"Liar!" Fang scowled throwing me against the wall and letting me slump to the ground. Okay, play pathetic human, play weak pathetic human.

"Ow." I groaned quietly, pretending that I was still trying to get over the pain. "My name is Samantha." I winced, as I tried to stand up to no avail. And Fang said I couldn't act. "But please, call me Sam. My parents insist on making it known I am a girl." I rolled my eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Fang barked out a question.

"Geez, no reason to be mean," I held up my hands to tell him to calm down, "some scientist sent me, she said you needed company. So what are you in for?" I asked pleasantly. "My parents stranded me here because I saw into the future a couple of times and now the stupid scientist watch me, waiting for another insight on the future. Oh hey, am I babbling?" I looked at Fang curiously. Fang continued to glare. "Okay," I said slowly, "but seriously, what are you in for? I mean, you look smart but you're not the type to have telekinesis or mind read or something like that. What's your godly thing that got you landed?"

"I can fly." Fang muttered, losing his fighting stance. My eyes widened.

"No freaking way! You're like Superman aren't you? Tell me, are you allergic to Kryptonite?" I leaned forward slightly in interest. No freaking la de dah you can fly. Playing dumb is hard sometimes but what can you do when you have a separate personality set up to talk to Fang. Fang let out a chuckle.

"Not like Superman." Fang shook his head. "More like Hawkman."

"You have an electrical mace?! That's sooo cool!" Fang let out another laugh before extending one wing towards me, I gasped in surprise.

"Sorry, they took my mace away." I touched a feather gently, I can't remember ever running my fingers through my own wings actually.

"That's so cool." I told Fang as he folded his wing back up. "I mean I can only see into the future randomly, I never know when I'm actually going to but still, you have a constant."

Fang sat down in front of me. "What's with the goggles?" Fang asked, his dark eyes curious.

"They wanted to see how I saw into the future, naturally, lets experiment on the poor girls eyes. So it's hard to see light, my eyes are healing. That and I stole this from a scientist. It was either this or walking around with a bandage around my eyes. I'll go in ski goggles any day." Fang laughed at my serious expression. I don't remember him laughing that often with me, how can he laugh so easily with this girl?

"You're weird."

"Thank you." I beamed.

"Not a compliment."

"Really? Lame."

The end. No, not really, I've got at least 7 more chapters to go, granted number nine aka 6 of 7 is like the somewhat middle of the story. So remember, this is update week and watch this! ('cause it's amazing like that, really you should just listen to how amazing it is, you don't have to watch me as a dork): htt p://w ww.yo utube .com/w atch?vX ykCu hSol-o

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Preview:

The Thought Of Dying/ House Plant Theories

"I love her." He told me finally, I widened my eyes, pretending to be in shock. "I promised her I'd protect the flock but I couldn't stand her leaving, I needed to be with her more than the flock because I knew her better than the flock."

"You like constants." My voice came out a trembling whisper. Fang looked surprised on my reply.

"Yeah… I need her and I thought she needed me…" Fang trailed off, I wanted so badly to yell, SHE DOES! SHE DOES! AND SHE REALLY WANTS TO KISS YOU RIGHT NOW! But that would sound awkward coming from a complete stranger who supposedly had eye surgery and could see into the future.

"I like constants." I told him after a few moments of silence. "I like the constant that the sun rises only to disappear in the twilight. I like the constant that I have two hands and I like the constant that I feel like I am needed." Fang scoffed.

"Needed, here?"

"Yeah, I know what you're thinking, needed for experimenting. Yeah but they depend on me most of the time, they don't try to do weird things if I don't want it. They don't want to force a prediction because it could be all screwy and stuff, I know, they've tried, so they just wait for me to suddenly have one. So it's nice that I'm needed because I'm a very weak person. But you have that constant too, don't you?" I cocked my head, playing with the knife. Fang's eyes flickered with life. "That's why you want to die. You want to be needed but not by anyone, her. This flock that you're talking about, I'm guessing there's more than two people in it?" Fang nodded, "They don't matter because they are not her. You don't really care right now that they might need you, you just want her to need you. And I suppose it's the constant of needing someone that brings everyone here, either that or being tortured to death but regular people usually suffer from the former." I offered a waning smile.

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Nightwing