Hello everyone that's reading meh story.

This is a delightful chapter as I'm sure you'll agree, my beta said I was evil after she read it.

Something a little odd but somehow my teachers shoes are finding their way into this story, Fang is wearing my old english teachers Mrs Dowe's shoes and one of my OC's in this chapter is wearing my old HSIE teacher miss Singh shoe's. There are other shoes but they haven't made their appearance yet. One pair found theire way into it just today, there was a teacher in my english class who was helping out my teacher and she had these really cool high heeled boots and the moment I saw them they instantly found their way into this story, they are now fangs boots.

Another thing thats been playing on my mind lately is a funny fact about 0erbayunFang.

When I first met her I thought, oh she isn't going to like any of this Final Fantasy stuff, but then I mentioned FFXIII to her offhandedly when she asked me what I was doing on the weekend. And she took great interest in it and became obssessed just like my sister and me.

She is now Vanille and Fangs love child.

She also got into fanfiction when I hyjacked her laptop to read flight stories that were in my favourites, and after she took it off me she read then and found she really liked them. Hense the fact that she's a fanfiction writer but she really liked Hope/Light over Flight.

DISCLAIMER: I Do not own Final Fantasy, Square Enix does.

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Groaning in annoyance and slamming her hand over the alarm clock as it beeped out its ever-irritating little tune, Fang rolled over in bed and groggily opened her eyes. Wiping her hand across her eyes to rid them of sleep, she breathed out a sigh and sat up from her position on her back and crossed her legs. Stretching her limbs, she yawned and sent an angry look at the alarm clock that sat on her cluttered bedside table. She cursed the fact that Nataliah made her keep it there and said she wouldn't wake up otherwise.

Fang knew that she was right of course. Most days she could sleep to the afternoon unhampered unless someone woke her up, but that in no way made her hate the damn alarm clock any less. She'd even thrown one out the window one morning, only for Nataliah to buy her another one.

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed she got up and stretched her limbs once more before walking across her room to search for her phone. It was Saturday today, so she was freed up a bit, on weekends watching over Serah was usually left up to Anna and another shadow agent they apparently had on this case. Fang didn't know who they were though, according to her higher-ups, she hadn't even met them before.

Rummaging through an unruly pile of her clothes scattered across the floor, Fang's hand finally found her phone amongst the mess and pulled in out so she could view her messages. It was the same old stuff, two messages from Serah asking if she could meet up with them and one from Lebreau with a similar request. Scanning their messages quickly, Fang returned to seeing who else had contacted her. Confusion struck her when she found three from Nataliah, that was a big number for her, she usually only sent one each morning. Opening the first message she read:

'Fang, you've got a day off today. Serah's going out with her friends, shadow agents tailing them.'

See you on Monday,

Nataliah.'

She'd sent that message two hours ago according to her phone, glancing at the clock on her bed side table Fang saw it read 7:30.

'God how early does that girl get up? Or more importantly, how in the world did she know of Serah's plans so early in the morning?'Fang thought to herself in confusion.

It didn't matter how long she spent working as an agent, it'd always amaze her how much the corporations could find out about people. Returning her focus to her phone she read the second message:

'Fang, change of plans. Pulse wants you over at headquarters, I don't know why as of yet but you'd better get yourself over here as soon as you read this,'

Nataliah.'

Fang grumbled when she'd read the message, she hated it over at headquarters. This little apartment she stayed at for this mission had been her own little solitary place away from others and she preferred it a world over the crowded halls and rooms of headquarters or one of the safe houses. Getting over her grumpiness slightly Fang read the last message. It was considerably less formal than the last two, a lot less formal:

'For the love of the goddess and all that's holy Fang, are you seriously not awake yet? Headquarters will rip your head off if you're late for one of their summons again.'

Message me back when you get this, please,

Nataliah.'

Staring at the time the message was sent; she found that this had been sent only five minutes ago. She didn't see why Nataliah was so annoyed, the second message had only been sent half an hour ago and if she got ready quickly and left for the headquarters soon she'd be there within the next half hour anyway.

Messaging her back, Fang told her that she was awake and would come as soon as possible. She also made sure to inform her that not all people have a body clock that makes them wake up at 4 to 5 o'clock every day and that it was only 7:30.

Snapping her phone shut, Fang searched about the chaotic mess of an apartment for suitable clothes that weren't completely crushed and not in dire need of ironing like so many of the clothes that surrounded her were. In the end she found a black crop top and a pair of black skinny jeans that were semi-wrinkled, but at least wearable. Through the jeans Fang looped a gold and white belt that she found on the ground and put on a pair of black lace up ankle boots with thick heels, which had been placed by the door. Pulling a black leather jacket with a fur-trimmed hood off the end of her bed, she slipped it over her form and left it unzipped.

Walking up to a bookshelf that lay against the wall that was used for anything but books, Fang moved everything around so that a small seal-able plastic bag was visible. Picking it up off the bookshelf she stared through its translucent form for a moment before dropping it back down on the bookshelf and turned away.

Still empty, she thought; of course it wasn't like it could be anything different, things like that couldn't just regenerate out of nothing. She needed to get some more and quickly, it was starting to drive her insane without any. But at least it gave her some other reason to go to headquarters than what would most likely turn out to her being yelled out

Walking away from the bookshelf she picked up everything else she needed and headed out the door of her apartment and in the direction of the apartment complex's underground car park.

...:...

The sound of boots resounded through the dark car park as Fang walked across the concrete expanse. Passing by model after model of different cars, she strode towards a smaller shape amongst the army of vehicles. Stopping in front of the shape that was covered with a greyish blue protective covering, Fang walked to its side and pulled off the covering with the lithe action of her hand.

Underneath now sat a black motorbike, shined to perfection and exceedingly well-looked-after. Picking up the helmet from where it sat hanging off the handle bars, Fang pulled back her raven locks and put it on. Fastening the helmet to her head, Fang mused why on earth Pulse didn't let her go out with this more.

It was an old thing she'd fixed up herself when she was fifteen, with a little help from someone else with more experience of course. But then again, she did do most of the work.

Finishing tying the helmet to her head, Fang ran her hand along the bike's dark surface and leapt on to the long seat that ran along its back. Getting a feel for it after its long stay while dormant in the car park, she turned it on, backed up from the car spot and drove it out of the dismal car park. As the cold breeze hit her as she left the car park behind her, Fang gripped the handle bars tighter and sped up.

From a young age she'd always loved riding on motorbikes, though she never really got that many chances to ride them. Even with her own, Pulse never really liked her to use it; they always made her ride along with Nataliah or some other agent in a bloody car. But being late for one of Pulse's summons was inexcusable, so they couldn't get on her ass for riding it there right now.

Turning a sharp turn, Fang felt the wind caress her skin as she rode down the road, the wheels crushing the asphalt beneath them as she went. When she was out here, completely by herself and without anyone whispering in her ear telling her what to do, it was one of the few places where the dark side of her mind could never reach her. She was utterly free and there was nothing that could hold her down.

Speeding up once more, Fang sped down a straight, laughing to herself as the wind blew wildly through her hair. Gripping the handlebars tightly, she swerved around a bend and continued on to ride down the road that would eventually lead her to Pulse's headquarters. As the building edged ever closer she slowed down her speed considerably, approaching it at gradual pace before entering the car park riddled with secret video camera and disguised security guards.

Gently coming to a stop in a parking space just off to the left of the towering building, Fang removed her helmet and flicked her untidy hair back and out of her eyes. Sighing, she got off the bike and flattened her clothes out in an attempt to rid them of some of the wrinkles that the ride here had caused.

Just like always, her ride here ended long before she wanted it to.

Hanging her helmet on the handle bar of the bike, Fang locked the handle bars in place with a special lock she'd purchased especially for the motorcycle. Even in a highly protected place like this, her mind would never cease to be paranoid about someone trying to steal her bike, hence the lock. Gradually beginning to walk away from her precious bike and in the direction of the immense building that was Pulse's headquarters, Fang adopted an unreadable look about her. Blanking your face was a common habit among agents who'd been in the game for quite a time. After all they had seen of backstabbing and the cruelty of some of the people out there, it wasn't hard to see why they wouldn't want people to know them well. Not letting people know of your current thoughts and feeling was just an extension of that.

As her booted feet hit the concrete path that led directly to Pulse's front door, Fang gave a small wave to a man sitting on a bench not too far from her. She knew who the man was, but only slightly. He was a security guard who was constantly being put out here; he used to work at malls, she'd been told, for most his life, until he was unfortunate enough to have a friend of his hack into one of Pulse's computers; obviously not knowing any better, the man himself hadn't even read the information his friend had found. He'd gone home the moment his friend had told him any tidbits of what he was reading, but Pulse, being Pulse, took them both in.

They were lucky it hadn't been a Cocoon server that had been hacked into, in her opinion, knowing firsthand how horrible serving Cocoon was.

As the man waved back she gave him as bright a smile as she could muster, it wasn't much but, being the wise old man he was, could see she meant well. Walking past the bench, Fang soon found herself in front of the two gigantic glass doors that made up the entrance. Pushing them open, she stepped inside and into the grey hallway beyond them. Outside of here looked so benevolent and innocent; if only the people looking at the place knew that both the front doors and every single window all throughout this place was made of bullet-proof glass. That and the fact that only a few metres from the door Fang had just stepped through there was a pair of monstrous metal doors five inches thick.

Walking up to face the doors in question, Fang glanced to their left side and took out an ID card from inside a hidden compartment in the inside of her jacket. Treading lightly towards the left side of the huge pair of doors, Fang lifted the ID to a small camera on the wall. Whoever was beyond the doors registered what her card said and opened the doors to let her through. Swinging opening at a pace that obviously showed both doors were rigged to be opened electronically, they slowly opened to let Fang past them and into the main part of the building.

Walking through the sizeable metal doors, Fang walked down what was left of the hallway, past a small room that housed whoever was charged with opening the monster doors and into a large metallic chamber. Directly to the front of her now, far across the room was a row of three elevators that took you up to the other 57 levels of the building, and to the left and right of the chamber were hallways that bridged to the many other parts of the considerably-sized ground level.

The chamber itself was filled with dark brown leather lounges placed at similar intervals throughout the room and nothing much else. It promoted the innocent look that the outside showed to all onlookers ignorant of Pulse's true nature; it almost made you forget about the monstrous metal doors that lay only metres behind you, but not completely.

Grabbing the hood at the back of her jacket, Fang lifted it over her head, covering her face with it and stepping into the huge metallic chamber. She walked towards one of the long brown lounges near the end of the room, knowing exactly who she'd find sitting in it.

As she strode closer and closer to the lounge, she saw people moving away from her instinctively and migrating closer to the hallways on either side of the room. She watched them go, catching a black haired girl looking back at her with some degree of fear obvious in her eyes.

Fang shrugged off the look and returned her gaze to what lay in front of her. When it got down to it, she really couldn't fault her for looking at her like that, or any others who gave her similar looks. You learned real fast here that there were just some people you'd do good staying away from and in the past few years of her life, she'd really earned her spot in that category.

She didn't like people, hadn't for a long time now. There were only a few people she could stand and even less she held close. But life had taken that minority away from her, leaving her with only the people she could tolerate. The only person that she had any kind of strong feelings towards anymore was Serah, but she just like the rest of them,meaning that she could so easily be taken away from her.

Reaching the lounge at last Fang approached a girl who had her back turned to her and was seemingly wrapped up in a book she was reading. But as Fang reached over to tap on her shoulder, the girl spoke up without even turning around to see the one she was speaking to, "Nice to see you finally made it here. I've been waiting here for a long time now, Fang."

Closing her book and placing it on her lap, she twisted her head around so that she was looking up at Fang and smiled at her. Not returning the smile, Fang simply shrugged and replied, "Thought I told you in that text that most people don't wake up at four to five o'clock in the morning. Isn't that right, Nataliah?"

"Doesn't mean I don't," Nataliah countered, getting up from the lounge and placing her book, which looked like it had certainly seen better days, on a small table in front of her. Standing in front of Fang she placed both hands on her hips and gave her another smile, making the difference in their moods even more pronounced. Even her current outfit spoke volumes of a much different mind state the younger girl was in when compared to Fang. Her sleeveless white top that looked like she had quite literally splattered different coloured paints on it paired with a pair of denim shorts, to Fang all black combination, spoke of a world of differences.

Ignoring the cheerful greeting, Fang pushed past Nataliah and headed towards one of the three elevators not that far from them. Nataliah followed after her, just like Fang predicted she would. As she caught up to her, Fang asked, "So what did they do this time?"

Playing with the short strands of her freshly cut hair, Nataliah hummed, "Hmm, same old same old mostly, but they're a little peeved about your mind snap the other day."

"Damn it, how'd they find out about that? I wasn't exactly within reach of any of them," Fang asked with a hint of anger in her voice.

"Shadow agent," Nataliah answered like it was the simplest thing in the world.

Of course, Fang thought with a roll of her eyes. It wouldn't surprise her if they'd actually told the other agent to keep an eye on her. As they reached the elevators, Fang pressed the button for up and both girls proceeded to wait for it to slide down to them. But with a building as big as this one, who knew who else was using the elevator right now, so they could be waiting awhile.

Shifting her weight onto her right leg, Fang breathed out a sigh. It didn't matter how short waiting for an elevator could be, she always hated it. Looking over at Nataliah through the corner of her eye, Fang noticed her change in hairstyle. It was considerably shorter than before, only coming down to her shoulders, which was a surprise seeing how much Nataliah had loved her long hair; and had a fringe that frayed out around her face.

"Nice haircut," Fang said almost sarcastically, "When did ya get it?"

"Yesterday afternoon, after you were dropped off and I came back here. There's an agent here who used to be a hairdresser, who cut my hair off when I wasn't looking, and apologised by styling it for me."

"Nevertheless they're still dead to you I'm guessing," Fang said.

"They cut off my waist length hair," Nataliah stated angrily, the statement enough of an answer for Fang.

There was a small beeping noise as the elevator came down to their level, its door opening wide to let them in. Heading inside, Fang twisted on her heel to face the doorway where Nataliah still stood.

"Not coming?"

"No," Nataliah answered shaking her head. "I have things to do around here, I was kinda just with you for the talk."

Fang shrugged at her answer as the doors closed, preventing any chance for Nataliah change her mind as the elevator started its journey upwards.

...:...

Staring at the closed door for a moment longer, Nataliah turned back around and began to walk back to the seat she'd previously occupied. She watched on as a handful of people also did the same, returning to seats she knew they had sat at until they sensed Fang's presence in the room. Nataliah frowned to herself when she thought of that, she didn't like some of the unspoken rules of this place.

Why was it that it was a rule to stay away from agents like Fang, the broken ones? Couldn't anyone see that that following such a rule would only make them worse than they already were. They were just people with one too many bad experiences to their names. It may have been a little hypocritical in a way for her to think like this, as even she had been scare of them before she'd been paired with Fang on this mission. But over the past few months she began to re-evaluate her thoughts of the broken agents, finding that they were very much different then their reputations made them out to be. If only others could see that too.

Sitting back down on the lounge, Nataliah picked up her well-loved book from the table and held it close to her chest, wondering in curiosity just what Fang had been like when she'd enjoyed life and before she'd began to rue her every breath. Taking the book away from her chest she ran her hand over the cover, picking at the sticky tape that held the cover on. Opening up the book, she thought to herself as she found her page, 'Paint The Wind, take me away.'

...:...

Walking through the open elevator doors on the 50th floor, Fang headed off in the direction of one of the many meeting rooms that existed throughout this floor.

The 50th floor was infamous for its room being used to plan out missions and to hold meetings to evaluate an agent's progress in a mission. She herself hated this floor, as it signified to her every time she was called here during missions when she stayed at some simple little apartment and away from any Pulse-associated building.

Walking past room after room, not a small amount of which had the sound of yelling emanating through the doors, Fang finally stopped in front of one with the number 58 imprinted on the door. From when an agent first started working for Pulse till when their service ended, mostly from being killed in action, they were given the number of a room they had to come to every time they were summoned here.

Knocking on the door, Fang took to leaning against the wall beside the door as she waited. There was yelling coming from inside this room like it had from many others, so Fang guessed that the agent who was inside had messed up big time, going by some of the things she was hearing.

After a time the yelling began to quiet down, but the man who had been doing so still held an argument with whatever poor soul happened to be in the room with him. Fang tilted her head to the side as she heard the door open some beside her, the head of someone peering through the gap they'd made.

"Can you save me? The old man won't shut up, you should see this poor girl he's talking to."

"Cid," Fang muttered, slightly surprised but keeping her voice quiet so that the man inside who was still holding his argument with the other agent couldn't hear them.

Cid nodded, "Yeah it's me, I'm stuck with 'the Dugong' all day. This is only the second meeting and already I want out."

Peering through the slightly open door, Fang looked inside the room to see the humongous tub of lard of a man Cid was referring to. Visibly flinching at the sight of him, she complained to Cid, "Shit! I got him today? That damn Dugong hates me you know."

"Hate is an understatement Fang and you know it," Cid responded with a hint of humour in his voice.

"You're not helping," Fang told him just as the poor agent who'd been inside with 'the Dugong' pushed past both of them and stepped into the blessed hallway in her escape from the man.

"Cid," the overly loud voice of a man called from inside the small room.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing over there," the voice questioned.

"Just talking to our next appointment sir; she's been waiting out here for a while now," Cid said with the same hint of humour that had existed in his voice before.

"Sure, sure," the man muttered. "Well bring her in, we gotta get started sometime."

Stepping back inside the room to let Fang inside, Cid walked over to sit at a table placed in the middle of the room. Stepping away from the wall, Fang walked to the open doorway and braced herself on the door frame. The instant the man in the room set eyes on her, he became notably grumpier. Without closing the door behind her, Fang strode towards the seat on the opposite side of the table from the two men, clearly hearing 'the Dugong' mumble something to Cid about his great dislike of her.

Smirking at his comment she informed him as she took her seat, "Hey tub o' lard, I can hear you perfectly." Leaning forward and placing her head on her hand and smirking at him she finished, "But don't worry, the feeling's mutual."

Clearly disgruntled by the comment, the man took to glaring at Fang angrily, who dropped the fake smile and took to watching Cid as he got up to fetch a small pile of paperwork from a drawer that sat against the back wall. Bringing the paperwork to the table he sat back down and laid it out for Fang to see.

Scanning across them with her eyes Fang asked, "What's this?"

"Paperwork," Cid stated plainly, knowing the statement of the obvious would annoy Fang to no end. Scowling at him, she said with unneeded venom, "I can see that, but what's it about?"

"It's about Serah. What did you think it would be?"

Grumbling to the side of him cut short what other things he would have said to annoy Fang, "Just get on with it," 'the Dugong' told him in annoyance.

Cid nodded in compliance and told Fang while gesturing to the paperwork in front of him, "This was stolen from Cocoon by one of our spies. It's about Serah as I said before, but Fang," he said looking her in the eye, "she really isn't going to be able to stay in hiding much longer, they're closing in on her pretty fast."

Biting her lip as Cid passed her the paperwork to look over, Fang eyes scanned over the pages in her hand with worry evident on her face. Cid hadn't lied about her not having much more time, if anything he'd understated it. Cocoon had narrowed the area to where she was hiding down to Bodhum and they were right there, they even knew which area of Bodhum it was. They also knew what school she was attending and they had a number of suspects on a list that decorated the page she was holding. Her heart sank as she saw the name 'Topaz Drake' printed on the paper.

Dropping the paper back down to the table, she crossed her arms and laid them down on the tabletop's edge, continuing to staring at the paper she'd just let go of. It didn't surprise her too much in a way. She was aware that there were many Cocoon spies in Bodhum right now, some of which were even scattered across high school, several of them acting as scouters.

And then there was Rosch to think about. He of all people would never let Serah slip from his grasp. After what she'd done to him there was no way he'd ever find it in that stone heart of his to forgive her. But why he hadn't as of yet figured out she herself had been right under his nose for the majority of the time since that incident was beyond her. Why was it that he had to target Serah so much anyway? It had been her who had done the worst to him, not Serah. Was it just because she was the weaker one, or was he just that much of a dickhead that he was doing this just to get back at Fang?

Chances were that it was the latter.

Lifting her head back up to stare the two men sitting at the table in front of her she said, "She doesn't have much time left, does she?"

'The Dugong', being the inconsiderate clod he is, just told her in his annoyingly loud voice, "What do you think?"

But Cid, knowing more of her personal situation, shot a look of hate at the man beside him – which wasn't noticed – and nodded grimly to Fang.

"Yes, but you can still keep her safe as long as your prepared for what's to come," he told her.

An unreadable look passed over Fang's face for a moment as she stared at Cid before she shook her head and told him coldly, "You can never be too sure of that."

Swallowing over a lump in his throat that'd developed as he looked into her eyes, Cid nodded weakly at her, knowing that he wouldn't be able to convince her of the more positive outcome. Sighing, Fang stared up at the ceiling, her dejected disposition effecting the mood of the room. "Anything else, or can I go?" she asked him.

Cid stayed silent but the man beside him said, "Yes actually there is, in regards to that breakdown of yours the other day."

Suddenly itching to do nothing more than rip his head off, Fang stopped him before he could finish his sentence, leaning forward once more and snapping at him, "It's none of your business, so stay out of it."

Ignoring her, 'the Dugong' went on to say, "You know yourself that Pulse doesn't stand for their agents screwing up their missions just because of emotional problems."

"But that doesn't mean my problems just up and disappear, now do they?" Fang argued back close to yelling, getting increasingly more angry at the man.

"Yes, but what you are ordered to do by Pulse always comes first. You can't go against them no matter what; your breakdown the other day left your charge next to unprotected and-"

Standing up and slamming her fist on the table Fang yelled back at him, "I don't care!" Shaking her head brusquely she continued yelling, "Sometimes I just don't care, I don't give a shit that I left Serah unprotected, I couldn't take it! I don't care what the hell you say to me, I just had to get the fuck away from there!"

Temporarily stunned to silence, both men sat staring up at the still-seething Fang. Slamming her fist on the table again Fang turned away from them abruptly and headed towards the door. Snapping out of his stunned silence, 'the Dugong' yelled back at her retreating figure.

"Wait, where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet!"

"I don't give a shit you fucking pile of lard, you have no more business with me!" Fang screamed at him, successfully ending the argument with the finality of those words.

Walking through the door and slamming it shut on the two men she continued on her way through the 50th floor, taking her sweet time to calm back down.

...:...

Watching the highly irritated man beside him glare at the closed door Fang had just walked through, Cid found himself wondering just what on earth had happened to the girl he'd brought here, the one who'd loved life despite her situation, instead of hating her very existence on this planet for every moment of her life.

Sighing, he picked up the pages of paperwork off the table, got off his chair back and walked to the back of the room to put it back the drawer. Whatever the case, the girl he'd brought here was long gone.

...:...

Stalking away from room 58, Fang headed in the direction of the elevator and as far from room 58 as she could get. Stopping sharply in the middle of the hallway, pinching the bridge of her nose she muttered out a quick, "dammit."

It was getting worse; she just couldn't control her emotions anymore, in seconds she was going from despaired to furious. That idiot had said barely anything to her and just like that she'd wanted to rip his head off.

Sighing and letting go of the thought, she remembered that she had another, more personal, motive for her coming here, the cold flashes she'd been suffering from recently only serving to indicate how much she needed it right now. '45th floor, room 27,' she repeated in her head, knowing that that is where she'd find Maxine.

Treading through the hallway in the direction of the elevator again, she spied several people along the way, all of whom shied away from her at the presence of her dangerous aura. Ignoring the looks they gave her as she passed, Fang soon found herself at the elevator. Pressing the button for down, she waited for the elevator to reach her.

The wait didn't take nearly as long as it had back on the ground floor with Nataliah and the elevator shortly reached her and opened its doors wide to let her in. Walking inside, she lay her back against the wall and waited as the doors closed and the elevator departed downwards. The elevator quickly reached the 45th floor and opened its doors to let Fang out. Stepping out, Fang was forced to move to the side quickly as a small girl passed her to gain excess to the elevator. Catching the young girl's eye as the doors closed behind her, Fang found her eyes had a strong look to them that hadn't existed in the other people she'd seen here today. That saddened her in a way. For that kid to have a look like that in her eyes she must've grown up here, she was probably a legacy.

Taking her eyes off the closed elevator doors, Fang continued on her way to room 27. There were much more people in the halls here then there had been on the 50th floor, the cause of which most likely that the 40th to the 45th floors were used as agent accommodation.

Making sure to keep her head down so as not to let anyone see her already partially covered face, Fang moved through the many agents scattered about the halls, ignoring the looks they threw her way as she passed them by. After a time of moving through the crowded hallway, she finally came across a room with the door marked with the number 27. Hesitating momentarily in front of the door, Fang knocked on the its surface and waited for the room's occupant to respond.

A few second passed before the door opened and a woman appeared in the door way. Taking in Fang's form outside the doorway, she motioned her inside with a gesture of her arm. Treading into the room, the woman closed the door behind Fang, a devious smile forming on her lips. Stepping away from the door, she turned to Fang and placed both hands on her hips, the dark smile still existing on her lips.

The woman, like Fang, was currently wearing all black, with a black tank top, short skirt and sleeveless jacket adorning her body. On her feet were black high heeled shoes that had three-inch platforms and had small circular silver beads that were placed a lines and decorated random spots across the shoe

"So, back again are we Fang?" the woman asked with a dark cheeriness in her voice. Giving the woman no verbalised answer, Fang shrugged to her and refused to meet her eyes.

"Aww, so you're not even going to give Maxine an answer now," she said, running a hand through her prematurely-grey boys'-length hair that was flecked with brown, a tell-tale sign of her severe anxiety.

"Let's just get this over with," Fang cut her off.

She pouted at Fang for stopping her short while she was having fun teasing her, but nevertheless she still walked past the double bed in the middle of the room and over to a cupboard on the other side of her decently-sized bedroom.

"Ok, ok, I was just having some fun, let's not get angry now." Moving things aside, she came across a miniature locked chest that deceivingly looked like something you'd put jewellery in or some little keepsake. Taking a small key that was attached to a necklace she wore around her neck, she asked Fang absent-mindedly. "So how much money you got on you?"

"Same as always," Fang answered her curtly, clearly not wanting to talk to her.

Unlocking the box with the key, Maxine opened it and took out a small sealed plastic bag that was filled with a powdery-white substance. Holding it out to Fang she said with a mischievous smile plastered across her face, "I want my money first remember, this stuff doesn't exactly come cheap."

Nodding, Fang walked over to stand just out of reach of the bag in Maxine's hand and took out a considerable number of dollar bills from her pocket and handed them to the woman in front of her.

"Good," Maxine with her same mischievous smile, throwing Fang the bag in her hand. "There you go."

Catching the bag in both her hands, Fang proceeded to tuck it away in the hidden compartment of her jacket and walk away. As she was about to turn the doorknob she heard Maxine complaining to her from her position across the room, "Aren't you going to say goodbye to little old Maxine here, Fang?"

Fang tossed up ignoring her for a second, before deciding on saying to her, "And why should I do that?"

Ignoring any other comments the woman threw her way Fang opened the door and stepped back into the crowded hallway. Leaving room 27 far behind her, Fang pushed her way through the agents scattered around the hallway and headed back to the elevators. Absent-mindedly she felt the small package neatly hidden in her jacket.

Seohilen, otherwise known as crystal dust, a hallucinatory drug commonly used among the agents. It was infamous for being highly addicting and near fatal to stop using. As when you're on the drug your body makes changes to deal with it and becomes dependant on it, so if left without a nearly constant dose anybody using it can fall severely ill, the cold flashes she'd been suffering for the past few days the first sign of it. But in no way wanting to kick the drug, it was as simple as getting more and that's just what she'd done.

Approaching the front of the elevator she pressed the down button once again and waited. When the doors opened to let her through, she walked inside and waited for them to close again, laying her back against the wall as the elevator went down level after level heading towards the ground floor. A beeping noise announced its reaching the bottom floor and the doors opened wide to let its occupant outside.

Walking out the door, Fang strode across the large metallic chamber and in the direction of the front doors. She noted somewhere in the back of her mind that Nataliah was still sitting at one of the lounges reading her book as she passed. And she was sure as she walked ever closer to the front door that Nataliah was watching her back as she left the chamber behind her.

Reaching the monstrous metal doors, she held up her ID card to the small camera attached to the wall to notify the man in charge of opening the doors who was leaving, and the doors opened to let her through Walking past them she soon found herself back at the entrance and at the two glass doors that would lead her out of the building. Glancing back at the now-closed metal doors for a moment, Fang returned her gaze to in front of her and pushed the doors outward.

Outside now, she traced the path that would lead her back to her motorbike, each step taking her further and further away from Pulse's headquarters. Reaching her motorbike at last, she unlocked it and took the helmet off of the handle bars and placed it back on her head. Clipping it on, she swung her leg over the bike and sat down on the seat, turning the bike on as she went.

Backing up out of the car spot, Fang turned the bike and drove it out of the car park, hoping that she wouldn't have to visit the again headquarters anytime soon. But more than likely her situation wouldn't agree to that, and it also depended strongly on how long her current Seohilen supply lasted. Driving down the road, her motorbike took her away from Pulse headquarters and back in the direction of her apartment.

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Closing the door behind her roughly, Fang dumped her keys on her bedside table and took off her jacket. Searching for the hidden compartment in the jacket in her hands, she felt the bulge in the jacket and unzipped the hidden pocket. Taking out the plastic bag filled with Seohilen, she dropped the jacket carelessly on the ground and focused on the package in her hands.

She'd been going crazy without any of this stuff for the past week. She wanted it so much right now, oh dear Goddess how she wanted it.

With a swift arm movement, Fang wiped half of what was on her bedside table on to the floor, not even caring what it was that fell. Opening the edge of the plastic bag a bit, she poured some of its contents on to the table and knelt down so that the bedside table was just below her head. With her finger she pushed the powder on the table into a straight line, making sure she didn't miss any of it. Licking remnants of it off her finger, Fang felt her body twitch as she felt the grains touching her tongue, only serving as a tease for the rest of it.

Leaning over the table, Fang bent down and snorted the Seohilen up her nose, feeling its dazing affects set in almost instantly. Leaning back down, Fang lay on her back, barely noticing what she was doing. She stared up at the ceiling as the drug took its affect, but by the end she couldn't even register that the ceiling was there at all.

As the seconds ticked by her mind drifted further and further away, leaving her unable to form the slightest action or even know where she was anymore . Sweet oblivion took her away from the darkness in her mind and where she was.

This is what Seohilen does.

Yeah, what a fun chapter that was. This story justs gets darker and darker, this is so not the worst of it.

A funny thing about this chapter is that because of the inside joke between me, my sister and 0erbayunFang, that I'm Lightning, my sister's Serah and 0erbayunFang is is both Fang and Vanille, 0erbayunFang now a drug addict according to my story. Tip, do not yell out such things when in the middle of a group of people, 0erbayunFang learnt that the hard way.

Also, the fat man in this chapter or the dugong in other words, does actually have a name, it's Robert Chennix.

It's a little weird but the name Seohilen reminds me of south korea, so when I write it down it kind of makes me laugh, so when Fangs lying on the floor getting high, I'm just stting there trying not to laugh. How fun.

I'm not to sure if I described Seohilen very well, both in side effect and what it does when you use it. But it will be talked about more as the story goes on so that should fill in the blanks for you.

I also spent a part of this chapter in some sort of daze, so there is a certain part that's not writen as well as the rest of the chapter. And that's all I really feel like rambling about so I'll guess I'll end this here.

So bye for now and for the love of god don't forget to review. I really want those reviews.