A/N: WAHAHAHA! evilness... what? i can't be evil? No, i didn't really kill Max or Gazzy! (yet..) thankyou to everyone again who reveiwed and everyone else who read it! i promise faxness is coming soon, mabye in two or three chapters... you'll just have to read and find out! :P
kat-fly-fan: ehe.. theyre all actually saying nooo.. :P keep breathing
Kitkino86: Fang is otherwize occupied at the moment... lol!
oceanlover14: ahahaha... wouldn't you like to noe...
FaxyLover: AHHH! more death threats?! dont make me use my hamster on you too!!
MeggieandFarid4evr: awww i feel all mushy inside... lol
Fluffy Otters: I could never let him hurt his friends, too badly ...grins evilly...
RenesmeeC: yay!! ive been using it all week! :P holy be-jesus...its so awesum
Gabby510: he he he... for you? alrite then o.- ... pm you later! oxox
Sorrelpaw: step away from the edge!! lol i wouldn't kill Gazzy!! well mabye not right now... O.O
chloe-bee-123: Yup, i thought it was a bit weird too, but i hear those sedatives make you dream strange things... don't do drugs kids.
the-Upside-Of-Down: it was a little sad for Fang, but i couldn't just put Max in just like that... i need suspense and drama! and a lot of reviews! mwhahaha
wishIhadwings: thankyou! any thing i can improve on?
The Baby Bro: GRAGHAH. "this is MY CHAPPY" - my bro.. hunt him down and kill him if seen.. please...?
Thankyou everyone again, i love you all! i'd like to give a special poke in the eye to my baby bro who keeps telling me he wrote the good 2 of this chappy.
"Fang! WAKE UP!" he screams at me.
My hand shoots up and grabs someone's neck. Gazzy disappears and my mind is replaced with darkness. My eyes snap open, panic raging through my mind. I can't focus my vision on anything; my world is spinning. I tighten my grip on the person I assume is my enemy, and I hear a stifled yelp.
"Get off him, Fang!"
My arm is pulled away and pushed awkwardly behind my back. I twist away, fist raised ready to take out my presumed attacker. I pause and tilt my head to the side, fist still raised.
"Kith?" I ask slowly. He snorts and stares at me as if to say, you have issues, man. I blink and look around in confusion. Standing next to him is a worried looking Amity, and lying on the floor, panting is Pup. My eyes widen and I move over to him quickly.
"Pup! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I cry, gripping his shoulder lightly. He wheezes and his dark eyes focus on me for a few seconds. I imagine him shoving my hand away and running from me in horror. I feel relief flood over me as a small smile creeps onto his face.
"I'm okay. Are you?" he asks, sitting up gradually. I stand back to let him get some air, frowning a little at his question. Well, aside from the fact that the nightmares are starting to re-emerge, I'm seeing Max arbitrarily and a minute ago, I strangled a boy I would consider my baby brother…
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be, buddy?"
"We thought you were dying," Kith says bluntly. I raise an eyebrow and open my mouth to say something, but Amity lets out a little squeal and launches herself at me.
"They told us they probably overdosed you with the tranquilizer, and you were just lying there for hours, and we could hardly feel your pulse, and then you started moaning in your sleep, and we thought you were going to die in here-"
"Hey, hey… I'm fine, Ami!" I say reassuringly, feeling awkward. She lets go of me and I can see tears glistening in her eyes. I feel guilty for making her worried, even though I couldn't really help it. She sniffles a little, and then she punches me in the chest, hard. I stumble back and clutch my chest, a little stunned.
"That's for making me worry," she says self-righteously, and plops herself down next to Pup. I glance over to Kith who just grins at me idiotically. Kith and Amity are an item. There is dating, and then there is love. Alpha and Ebony date each other; Ebony's happy to be the lover of one of the most powerful Erasers around… and Alpha's happy to be the stag caught in the headlights of the black Ferrari called Ebony.
And then there is the love fest which we call Amity and Kith. Inseparable since birth, the two are never far away from one another. They share the kind of love that everyone dreams about; that you read about in books. It's almost nauseating when they finish each other sentences, like eating too much candy when you're younger and getting sick. Not that I had much candy when I was younger; but I can imagine it'd be something like this. True love. I don't believe in it myself. If there was such a thing as true love, I lost my chance at it five years ago.
"Where are we?" I mumble staring around our little prison, rubbing the needle jab on my neck. For the first time since I woke up, I can hear a distant rumbling, like an engine of some sort. Our cell is made of steal and is the size of a small bathroom with only one possible exit. I strolled over to the bolted metal door and tested its strength with a quick shove. Not even a rattle.
"Fang, we're in a plane. I know this doesn't affect you, but the rest of us have a low toleration of gravity," Kith spoke up, sitting on the floor next to Amity, who lay her head on his shoulder automatically. I look around at the door again. That gives the situation a whole different meaning. Either the people who've captured us have no idea who I am and what I'm capable of; or they know exactly who I am and what I can do.
"How'd they get you two? Weren't you following the target?" I ask, tearing my eyes away from the door to stare at Kith, who was now playing with Amity's hair affectionately. I resist the urge to groan and Pup sniggers. When Pup giggles the roots of his hair turns bright pink. When he bursts out laughing, it turns completely hot pink. My mood lightens a little and I shake my head at Kith.
"Huh? What?" he mutters, looking around at Pup and me a little befuddled. Amity just roles her eyes and kisses him on the cheek, before standing up and walking over to me.
"We were following him through town, into some dingy little pub near Stuart highway-"
"Then, we followed the old dodger and some hot little blonde out of the tavern and back to the inn-"
"Where we sat for two hours on the freezing cold bench across the road-"
"Well, it wasn't cold for long…" Kith let it hang; Amity just smile suggestively over her shoulder at him.
"And?" I say, keeping the annoyance out of my voice. They both look back at me and Amity shrugs.
"And… we thought, he's not gonna' be coming out of there anytime soon. He's either going to have the best night of his life since he got married, or he's gonna' have a heart attack and keel over and die. Either way, we decided we'll go catch some zee's back in the rent-a-car and pick up the trail in the morning," she states uninterestedly.
Okay, let me just clear something up. We are assassins. Hired guns; people hire us to kill other people they don't like. Trust me; it wasn't my preferred choice of profession. But, an experiment has to live off more than just the pocket change you earn from flipping burgers. And in all fairness, we only take out people who deserve it. Drug dealers, murderers, pedophiles, rapists and warlords are just some of our expertise.
Recently, we were hired by a young mother who lost her husband and four year old son to a drunk driver, who we've nicknamed Jack. Jack has been caught eight times driving under the influence, once being involved in a crash which left two people horrifically scarred from 3rd degree burns and a fifteen year old girl paralyzed for life. Yet, he has never once been charged for any of his crimes. You see, Jack is incredibly rich and incredibly influential. By the time the good guys can get anything on him, his mates higher up have had the case thrown out the window already.
Almost all the cases are the same. These people may be able to escape civil justice, but to us they are nothing more than a couple of cockroaches scurrying around on top of this planet. And it's our job to squash them.
"Unfortunately for us, these guys were waiting for us back there," Kith says, eyebrows creasing into an angry frown.
"So who are these guys?" I ask, looking from Kith to Amity. Both Erasers just shrug and look back at me expressionlessly. Pup looks up at us three with his big black eyes and folds his arms absentmindedly.
"Well, they aren't Erasers," he mumbles, looking at me. I feel like I'm looking into my own eyes when I look at him. I raise an eyebrow.
"Why do you think that?" Kith shot out before I could ask the question.
"Cause, they had bird wings. Dah!"
