[Archivist's Note: This chapter is unnamed.] One good intention. One broken string. One broken night. One broken girl. But hey, at least I got to play Xrox. Fang just sorta watched from her perch. She looked fuckin' dead, at least from where I was standing. Sitting. I was sitting on the floor while she watched me shoot Grunts over and over again. So really I couldn't directly see her. Whatever. Point is, she was safe from the outside world, and that's all I cared about. And I got a bit of rest too. Everything was fine. It was alright. My apartment seemed just a bit cozier after the scuffle we had. Maybe a bit too cold, but whatever. Every so often I looked over my shoulder to check on her while I sat on the floor and played on. She just sort of stared blankly at the screen. I guess after our scuffle she completely spaced out. I would have too. The least I could have done was give her some space. Really, if it were up to me, I'd have been holding her in my arms, but it wasn't the time. "So uh… Those grunt guys you keep shooting…" My eyebrow raised at the breach of silence. My wounded angel spoke softly. "... They keep, like, running away from you." "Oh yeah, those guys? I love shooting them in the head." I replied in the most tasteful of ways I could. "Sure but… Sometimes they run away, flailing their arms. Shouldn't you like… Not kill them?" I saw her hand point at the screen, rising like a phoenix just to bring attention to the singular tiny alien that I was beating to death recently. I huffed and paused my game, heaven forbid this site at my good name goes unpunished. "Listen. I get that they look like they are surrendering and stuff, but I assure you, if you don't shoot them, they WILL pull out plasma grenades and run at you. Full on suicide bomber shit. They are fighting a holy war, after all." My hands emphasized what my autistic words couldn't convey. I had to tell her EXACTLY what was going on in this video electronic game. "I… Guess. Still seems kinda fucked up." Her dry expression didn't match my enthusiasm. Made me feel kinda bad, but I wasn't going to dwell on it. "It's war, Fang. One day, you'll understand the true meaning." I said, grabbing at the edge of my bed for emphasis. She cracked a half smile at my sperging. Oh my sweet Raptor Jesus, she's perking up. For the first time in an hour. "I bet Naomi would be really good at war." She said, Say what. "Yeah, she's pretty much a walking talking war crime." At least she laughed at that. I knew we had a shared dislike but… it would probably be for different reasons. "But ya know… I guess she's the reason we met?" I continued. My attention was fully placed on her as her smile turned into a sort of worried look. "Uh, how so?" Uh oh. "Well I mean… She was the first person I talked to when I got here. She helped me find my way around the school…" Anon, choose your next words very carefully. Fang is looking at you funny propped up on her elbows like that. "... But it's also funny ‘cause… like, you were the first uh… person that really caught my eye. For whatever reason…" "Hmm…" she vocalized. "... It was a weird sort of… String of events. I myself like to think everything worked out." "Really?" She asked with a bit of skepticism in her voice. "I mean, yeah. Damn, I've been pretty happy. Sure, some things have been a struggle but… That's life." "Sure." At this point Fang had sat fully up, legs hanging off the side of my bed facing me as I sat cross-legged on the floor. "Maybe I have a better way of looking at the situation, I don't know." Fang crossed her arms. "What did… Naomi… Do for you exactly?" Bigger uh-oh. "I guess nothing?" "Nothing?" "Yeah." … "Anon…" Her staring eyes shot through me. "... Did she set you up with me?" … … … I sat there in silence for a good 30 seconds. "... I give up." Were the only words that left my lips. She just continued to stare. Her hair covered her eyes just a bit. It was quite hard to gauge what she was feeling at the moment. She just grabbed her elbows and sat there. The girl I cared for more than anything. Sat on my bed mortified at the implication. Something that I have yet to process myself. Divine intervention was needed, but hell if I knew what to say. Man up Anon, heaven or hell. I got up and sat next to her on the bed. Against my better judgment, I had to do everything in my power to reassure… … Just then, she started to laugh. Her hands fell to her sides as she chuckled to herself. Fang really does have a beautiful voice, but her laughs now are a bit different than before. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Maybe they were a bit dry. Do something, Anon. I reached my hand out and… … She reached back. But instead of embracing mine like we have done before, she embraced my neck. She turned and slightly grazed both sides of my neck with both of her… I'm now realizing… razor sharp claws. The back of her nails rubbed ever so slightly on my flesh as her hands made way into a sort of… strangling position. She wasn't in fact strangling me, but if she were to apply pressure then it would indeed be a strangle. "Anon…" she said. Looking at me with her red, mascara stained eyes. "... I don't blame you… For what you have done." My arms were ignored by her in the motion, so I had rested them on my lap, but now I realized… I think… something was up, and that I had to keep the situation under control. I gently raised my hands up to her wrists, but as soon as I did… Fang started to apply that pressure I so feared a second ago. A lot… Fuck. In another moment she pushed me down to the foot of my bed and planted herself on top of me. Her grip tightened, and I felt her nails dig into me real good. The pain was instantaneous and very uncomfortable. I was in sheer shock. I tried to push her off but… I couldn't. Air became a bit more valuable as the seconds ticked by, and my arms were too weak to do anything but lay dormant by my sides. I was frozen; from what, I wasn't sure. Fear that my future with this crazy woman was slipping away? Or maybe it was the strangling itself. My stupid mind wandered in a million different directions. I knew I should have been fighting back but… I couldn't. For whatever reason. Fang pressed on my neck one last time, completely closing my windpipe for only a second before she let go, letting her claws scratch me just a bit. She looked at her hands with the same blank expression she gave me just a second ago before I noticed a bit of cold drip down my neck. In her excitement she drew blood. I could feel it. My body started shaking. An uncomfortable feeling shot up my stomach. I had to get up. My arms unpinned themselves from my hips as I began to motion trying to push Fang off. As soon as I moved, her attention shot straight back to me and she grabbed my wrists, pinning them back beside my head. "You… Don't get to decide when I stop…" she said. I was more confused than concerned at this point. What was any of this? She leaned down and… Started kissing me. Specifically where her nails caught my skin. There was a bit of uncomfortable pain, but it was manageable. A wave of sobering comfort came when she wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my chest. I could smell her sweat. She must have had a panic attack and didn't know what to do with herself. The fact she resorted to violence was worrying, but I've stuck around with her this long. A small trace of blood spotted on her snout that was laying off to the side, her ear was directly over my heart, which was still racing at this point. I held her like she obviously wanted me to. The fear of not knowing what's going on in someone's head was firing on all cylinders though. Now that I had time to think… Was that attempted homicide? She was frustrated, I get that. Me sorta implying Naomi had something to do with how we met was… most definitely a deal breaker. I needed to reassure her- "Anon…" her inquisitive voice piped. "Uh… Fang?" I responded. "You love me right?" … "I… do." Just then, Propped herself back up slowly. Her top was disheveled, I noticed. She was still straddling me but… I noticed she was moving her hips slightly back and forth a second ago. "I want you to say it then," she said, in an almost angry tone. "Uh… Fang, I love you,” escaped my lips before her hand fell onto my chest and- -ououoUCH FUCK! From my left pectoral to my abdomen, her nails dug themselves into my flesh and she scraped across my chest, tearing my undershirt in the process. A sharp pain rolled over me as I could do nothing but buck the ornery pterodactyl off me and clutch my new battle scar, turning over on my side in the process. I did really appreciate Fang getting the fuck off me without a fight though… I guess I appreciated that detail at least. Fuckfuckfuckfuck FUCK. It was the shock that really got me. Sure, the sheer pain mellowed out, and I've taken nasty bumps onto pavement, but this was different, in too many ways I could bring up. She just sat there from what I saw. I was hunched over in the reverse fetal position. I was too scared to look at it directly but the red visage was seeping all over the white I was wearing. "Fuck Fang, WHY?!" I screamed at her. She was staring at her hand again sitting on the bed. Not exactly stained with crimson like I was, but she was admiring the handiwork. The fact she didn't help hurt. Was I selfish for wanting to take back all the times I had helped her when she hurt herself? I wasn't sure, but I probably should have been doing something about the wound. “I saw the wound, but it wasn't that bad, but fuck, she stung,” I thought to myself with bandages and Neosporin in hand. I looked at my reflection in the mirror with a sort of numbness in my mind that I hadn’t felt since the day after my last school outed me as a cringe weeb. Did I deserve any of this? Was I angry or… "Are you okay in there?" I heard a meek voice coming from the other side of the restroom door. Fang had to have snapped out of whatever funk she was in. For how long, I wasn’t sure. "Yeah, give me a second." I applied the last bit of bandage over the fourth cut. At this point, I was only really pissed that she ruined my dad's dress shirt. Really I'm pissed at everything… especially Fan- "Can I come in?" "Uh, sure?" I said, slightly confused. The door slowly opened, my would be murderer quickly got herself in and- I felt her lay her hand on my shoulder. At this point my fight or flight kicked and and… … She motioned to turn me around. Stupidly, I let her take over. She pulled me in for a kiss. It took me a second to understand what was happening but… … Wait, stop. I was standing there shirtless, she was pulling me in for a kiss… … For the second time I gave in. I locked lips and just let things happen, fully understanding I was practically asking for it at this point. She grabbed my hips and pushed into me, my ass grazing the sink. We had done the whole tongue thing before, with her usually initiating it, but this time it was way more forceful. Maybe I was fully mindbroken at this point, but I couldn't help myself. This night was filled with incredible highs and unspeakable lows. How bad could things get? We only stopped to catch our breaths, but… but I really need to… ask… "Fang, what are you-" "-Anon please… Trust me…" Bitch, no. Come on now. "You fucking hurt me for no real reason!?" Fang immediately broke off and stepped back into the other room. She looked frustrated with her arms crossed. "I just… wanted you…" I follow suit, pissed beyond belief. "Wanted what? To hurt me? Well you accomplished just that!" I don't if I was doing the right thing, but it felt weirdly nice to raise my voice a bit. "I wanted YOU asshole!" She barked back. I felt a lump in my throat formulate. "Anon all I want right now is YOU okay? This was supposed to be MY night, with MY boyfriend, someone who I trust more than anyone! Someone who I CHOSE TO BE HERE! With ME. MY own choice." A much clearer picture was being painted right before my eyes. Fang stomped her feet and continued. "I, more than anything, need you. I needed to feel how fucking real you were firsthand… P-please just trust me…" "Fang… I trust you more than anything but-" "-Then PLEASE just… let me take over." "What?" "I'm done… feeling like my future is decided by anyone but myself. I want you… and I'm not taking anything less." She walked straight up to me and took me by the wrists again. This time pulling my hands close to her chest. "... Please… Just trust me…" I bit my lip. "I… trust you more than anything." "... Do you trust me enough to make us both feel good?" The question took me by surprise. The way she delivered it in… what I could only describe as a psychotic sexual way didn't help. "I entrust you with everything, Fang." "Then lay down for me." ... [POST-NOTES] This is something a bit experimental. I'll expand upon this later.