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Chapter Four

"What the hell's your problem?" Fang angrily asked the stranger; Dylan, who he'd silently named 'Douche'.

Dylan had just almost killed a girl – no biggie.

Yeah, right. Fang was gonna fucking murder this guy. He could practically hear his father's voice in his head, saying, "When you find your girl, son, you better treat her right." Fang assumed htat also applied to: don't ever hold a fucking dagger to her throat.

Huge 'no, no' in the rule book, you would think; and also, common sense.

"My problem? Says the fourteen-year-old ass hole on steroids. Fuck off, man." Dylan snarled; Fang still had him pinned to the ground.

"Just 'cause your skin and bones, doesn't mean I'm on drugs." Fang replied.

"Oh, shut up and get the fuck off of me!" Dylan yelled, embarrassed to admit this kid – who was younger than him by four years – was stronger than him. By a lot.

"No way! So you can go 'almost kill' some other girl?" Fang asked. "Keep dreaming, man."

"Oh, and you think your the hero?" Dylan asked him, with a single eyebrow raised. Fang just shrugged. Of course he was the hero! He just prevented a freaking murder! "Mmhm." Dylan nodded, tilting his head back. "And do you know who that girl you just miraculously saved from hell was?"

Fang was confused when he answered, "Maximum Ride." He was sure he'd heard her name correctly. Besides, it was hard to forget.

"Yeah. Maximum Ride killed your parents." Said Dylan simply.

Fang froze, but didn't release his grasp on Dylan. Everyone at his school knew Fang's parents had died. But nobody knew how.

But this girl killing his parents. . . ? What the hell what this guy talking about? That was impossible. "My parents died in a car accident." Fang said, expressionlessly; angry at the Douche for bringing it up, like he was having a conversion about the weather. "That girl had nothing to do with my parent's death."

Dylan just shook his head slowly. "She caused it, my friend."

That was impossible, and Fang knew it. There was absolutely no way that what this dick head was saying could possibly be true. He was a liar. A cheater. A killer. It was impossible. Not true. A lie.

"Your a liar." Fang spat.

"Oh, am I? Did they ever tell you exactly how this 'accident' occurred?" Dylan asked.

Fang didn't answer, for Dylan already knew.

"She caused your parent's death, Fang. She killed them. It was her, that night." Dylan pressed. It bothered Fang that Dylan knew so much.

What if this time, he wasn't lying?

But he wasn't telling the truth, either. . .

"I swear. I know everything there is to know on this Maximum Ride." Dylan went on. Stalker. "And I can help you."

Fang was in shock. And he couldn't help but believe the man. "Help me with what?" Fang asked, feeling as though he was in another world. A damn hellish world that he wanted to forget completely.

"Revenge." Dylan answered. Fang finally let Dylan up, and he brushed the dried grass off his jeans.

Revenge.

"Expect a phone call, and a particular surprise in about. . . three years." Dylan muttered to him

And he just walked away.

Well, that's not freaky-weird at all.

Fang POV

"Dylan." My teeth were clenched. It was him. And this was my expected phone call.

Now for the surprise.

"Ah, now you remember me. Great. So, you do remember our important conversion, three years ago?" Dylan asked. "Concerning your dead parents and a certain Maximum Ride." He added on, nonchalant.

"Shut the hell up." I hissed. "Don't talk about my parents like that." Ass hole.

"Okay, Fang. Just listen, then. You still crave that revenge. Don't you?" Dylan asked, knowingly.

I just grunted. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. I didn't know the whole story on my parents death, just the fucking horrors of what Dylan over here, had happened to mention oh-so sweetly.

And he knew I believed him. He knew I believed that Maximum Ride killed them, for some odd reason; that it wasn't just some accident.

"I'll take that as a yes." Dylan said. "Now, for my genius plan." He went on, "Ya ready?"

"Dammit, Just get on with it, will you?" I muttered, annoyed. He was unbearably slow.

"Okay. Revenge is a strong word." Now, this is gonna take a while. "I rather like it. Because of 'what goes around comes around' as in, you know, karma. I certainly believe in karma. And Maximum Ride deserves some of it." He said. "Do you agree?" He asked me.

If what he's been telling me is true. . . "Yeah, I agree." I said in a 'duh' tone. "She fucking killed my parents."

This guy's an idiot.

"Then do what I tell you." He said.

"And what is this that your telling me to do?" I asked.

"Kill her." He said. Well, of course he tells me that.

I was silent for a few moments, then he said, "Did ya get that?"

"Yeah." I answered.

"And you will." Not a question, i noticed.

". . ." I sighed.

She killed my parents. Killed them. Stole their lives; snatched them away like it was some baby's candy. Who does that bitch think she is? They had lives. I was fourteen years old. Fourteen. Angel was just four. Who the hell was she to kill some innocent people? Parents! We weren't rich. At all! What could she want from us? Why did she have to kill them?

That fucking bitch deserved to die long ago.

I realized Dylan was still waiting for my answer when he cleared his throat over the receiver.

And that's when I said it. I said the words that sealed my fate. For my parents. For Angel. This wasn't only my revenge, it was my obligation. For me.

My sanity.

"I'll do it." I said. "I'll kill her." And as the words left my mouth, I felt the real truth of them, and an unsettling feeling washed over me.

I heard Dylan's unsurprised chuckle through the phone. "I knew you'd do the right thing," He murmured. "Now for my genius plan. . ."

I soon felt the adrenaline rush through my body. She deserved to die long ago, I told myself, trying not to think about God's ten commandments.

Hello Max, meet Karma.

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