Well, it took me a while to update, but here's the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fangface, just a few OC, otherwise I'd be ecstatic.

Chapter Five

We Get To The Bad Guys

A man stood in the shadows of his office in his apartment complex, a man who's name is so disturbing, so vile, so unnerving, so creepy, SO terribly petrifying, that the mere spelling of it sent shivers down the spines of all.

His name… (brace yourself)… was Ed. He had it all- money, charm, a sweet car, and a colored television… but it wasn't enough for him. He was greedy, he wanted more. He wanted two things: more money, and something that would help him make more money, even famous.

His two goons, Steve and Tony, stood in front of his desk, awaiting their orders. "I suppose you're wondering why I called you in this afternoon," Ed asked them, the back of his leather chair turned to them.

"Either you want us to whack a guy, or you've got our paychecks." Tony remarked.

Ed turned to them, his face still remaining in the shadows. "Enough with the jokes, Tony. I've called you in because there's a couple things I want you both to do for me…" Tony raised his hand. "No, Tony, I don't want you to kill anyone." Tony lowered his hand.

"So, what's the job?" Steve asked, impatient with the moody genre of this scene.

"Tony, I want you to look for this girl," Ed slid a picture of a light mocha-colored skin girl in a purple sweater and red-burgundy skirt with short black hair pulled back by a headband. "She comes from an upper-class family, so we may be able to get a ransom out of her."

"What if the cops get involved?"

"They won't… if the parents want to see their daughter again." Tony and Steve chuckled at this. "Steve!" Steve stopped chuckling and came to attention. "I want you to spy on the people on 49th avenue. They're hiding something… something that could be of use to us."

"What's this 'something', exactly?"

"I dunno, but it has something to do with their goofy son, I've heard. Keep an eye on him. He's the one wearing an orange baseball cap."

"You mean red." Tony said.

"What?"

"Red, the kid's hat it red. I've seen him out front once, picking at the dirt or something."

"His hat ain't orange, you dolt!" Steve snapped. "It's orange, like the boss said."

"It looked red to me."

"Well, it's orange!"

"I'd say it's red,"

"It's orange!"

"Red!"

"Orange!"

"Red!"

"Orange-"

"Enough!" Ed shouted, slamming his hands on his desk, silencing his henchmen. "It doesn't matter what color his hat is! Just keep an eye on him. I have a hunch he might be useful."

"Useful as in ransom?" Tony asked.

"Nah. Haven't you ever notice the kid's never been allowed outside of the house unless someone's with him?"

"Yeah? So?" Steve scoffed.

"So… he's not allowed to be left alone." Tony said with a shrug. "Maybe the kid's a troublemaker…"

"Or maybe… he's our ticket to bigger and better things."

"Yeah, but boss-"

"Just do as you're told! These two kids are worth something… and I want the profit of that worth."

"Um… okay…" Steve said. "So, when do we take on the jobs?"

"Tomorrow. There's a boxing match I plan to catch tonight." With that, Ed turned his back on Steve and Tony, giving them permission to leave.

Puggsy stood outside the supermarket, checking the coin-return slots for any spare change, when a redheaded girl walked over. "Puggsy, is that you?" she asked, both happy and surprised.

Puggsy looked at her. "Hi… Do I know you?" he asked.

"It's me, Brenda. You know, we went to Elementary School together, remember? I was the one who wrote down your vocabulary words?"

"Brenda? Wow, good to see ya!" Puggsy grabbed her hand, shaking it wildly. "Oh, man! I haven't seen you since-"

"I moved to Wisconsin, I know. So, how's it been? Word on the street is that you're in a boxing match."

"Yeah, we're having a gigantisized match tonight at the old gym downtown."

Brenda giggled. "Still using those words, huh? I always did love how you talked."

"You… you did?"

"Duh! It's totally awesome!" Her watch beeped. "Ugh, I gotta run. I'm going out to lunch with my parents. I'll see you around, okay? Good luck with the match, champ!"

"Thanks. See ya." Puggsy turned and walked off. A girl actually liked him… well, his vocabulary, actually, but it was something! The way he felt that moment, nothing could bring him down…

…except Snake's news. "Alright, Puggsy, we need ya to throw the fight." he told him that evening.

"What?"

"You know, fake defeat. Go down the first round. Hit the mat…"

"I know what it means! I just don't see why I have to."

"Because, you've got too many winning streaks. That right hook of yours- it's deadly, man! People stopped making bets on the other competitors, no one's even gutsy enough to take you on! You've got to lose, otherwise it's…" Snake slid his finger across his throat, making a *Gkk!* sound. "For us. You got that?"

Puggsy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sure, what the heck? I've won enough rounds, anyway."

"That's the spirit Puggsy!" Snake patted him hard on the back. "Now, go out and lose like a man!"

But that's not what happened. Nope.

Puggsy stood in one corner of the ring that night, a crowd of people thirsty to see some violence surrounding him. His challenger, a kid named Jason, stood in the corner diagonally across from him, his blonde hair sticking out everywhere and his muscles bulging. Oh, great. A rookie. Puggsy thought.

He looked around at the crowd, noticing there were three things out of place. One: A man in a pin-striped suit and wide-rimmed hat to match was sitting in the back of the crowd to the left, smoking a cigar. Who invited him? Second: Craig wasn't selling any tickets at his booth, the one made for Puggsy's tickets. No one was betting on him.

And third: Brenda was sitting, third row, in the crowd to the right. What the heck is she doing here?

Jonny stepped into the middle of the ring, holding a microphone. "All right, settle down, guys!" he called out to the rowdy crowd. "Tonight's fight'll be a short one: one round, one champion. If there's a tie… eh, we'll go for a third." He pointed to Jason. "In this corner, weighing at… I dunno, maybe 120 pounds? …Jason Rodriguez!"

Jason shot his fists in the air, absorbing the cheers (and boos) from the crowd. Jonny continued, "And in this corner," He pointed to Puggsy. "Weighing at 145 pounds, my main man and the ongoing champion of the Brooklyn district… Puggsy!"

The crowd was in an uproar of cheers, Brenda among them. Why did she have to come? Puggsy thought, letting out a small groan. He knew that, now that his friend was watching, he couldn't throw the fight. It would be wrong, anyway. A voice inside him said. It's all rigged.

Ding! Ding!

Jason and Puggsy went into the center of the ring at the bell, circling around, keeping their eyes locked on each other. Jason swung first, getting Puggsy in the side of the face, but he stayed up. He swung and caught Jason in the gut with a left, then swung again and got him upside the jaw with a right. The crowd went nuts.

Jason put his fists up, blocking his face with his gloves, waiting for a clear shot as Puggsy led him into a corner. Puggsy pulled his right fist back, ready to send another strike. Jason took this opportunity and got him in the gut, then punched his jaw again with a left, then again with a right, until he hit the mat.

"10... 9... 8..." Jonny counted down, slamming his palm against the mat, but his voice began to fade.

Everything seemed to have gone mute- the crowd, the cheers, the popcorn vendor in the stands- as Puggsy tried to focus. His eyes fell on Brenda, who watched him with concern. Get up. her eyes seemed to say.

And he obeyed. Standing up before Jonny could even get to "2". Jason was absorbing the cheers from the crowd when Puggsy tapped his shoulder. "We ain't done yet, meathead." he said, punching Jason in the middle of his face with a right hook. His deadly right.

Jason dropped like a rock, seeing little birds fly around his head. "Hey… It's Tweety!" he said before going unconscious.

"10... 9...8... 7... 6..." Jonny gulped, knowing that no matter how slowly he counted, Jason would be out cold for another half hour, at the least. "5... 4..."

Puggsy looked around, seeing that Brenda was giving him a "thumbs-up" and Snake was giving him a dirty look. A murderous look.

"3... 2..."

Snake is going to murdify me. Puggsy thought, though he didn't care what the gang leader thought.

"1."

Ding! Ding!

And Puggsy left the gym, running as fast as his legs could carry him before the other gang members could react.

Sherman sat up in bed that early morning, feeling a shiver down his spine. Why did he have a feeling he was being watched? You're just being paranoid. he told himself. …whatever that means. He lied back down in bed, though the feeling stuck with him, and he lied in bed, thinking he wasn't alone.

Finally, he got up and looked out his bedroom window. "No chipmunks. I'm safe." he said, calming himself down. "Just a few houses, some stars, and the moon… the mooOOOooOOn.."

3. 2. 1.

"Arrrooooo!" Fangface howled, sticking his head out the window as he did so. Looking around the quiet neighborhood, he had the urge to jump out. The adrenaline rush building up inside of him was too much, and he wanted to run. To chase. To-

"Fangface, keep it down!" his father yelled from down the hall. "It's 3 in the morning!"

"Sorry, dad!" Walking back over to his bed, he lied down, the adrenaline rush gone. For now.

He didn't notice the white flash that came from outside, from across the street.

The very next day…

Ed sat unhappily in his office. Tony stood before him, tense at seeing his boss in a bad mood (like any other social worker) "Stupid boxing match. That stupid kid was supposed to lose!" Ed cursed, scraping his nails against the arms of his chair. "Snake, that son of a-"

"Boss!" Steve exclaimed, bursting into Ed's office, carrying an envelope. "You've gotta see these! They're-"

"Not now, Steve!" Ed swiped the envelope out of Ed's hands, scattering pictures everywhere. "Can't you see I'm having an episode?"

"S-sorry, boss, but you really-"

"Enough! Leave me be."

Tony picked up a picture, and about peed his pants. "B-B-B-B-Bo-Bo-Boss?" he stammered, holding a picture in front of Ed. "You should take a look at this."

Ed, very annoyed, snatched the picture out of Tony's hands and glared at it. But his glare turned to shock, which turned into a grin. "Steve? Round up the boys. I've got a new assignment for you."

He tossed Steve a picture of a werewolf with light brown fur, a single fang at the front of its mouth, wearing an orange (or red) baseball cap.

A/N: Ooh, getting interesting, isn't it? Please R/R. Flames are forbidden.