Summary: Fang just suffered the worst night of her life; she lays alone in Anons bed wondering why Naomi was scheming. As she left for home, she thinks on how to get back at Naomi. then that opportunity reveals itself in the darkest way possible. It was dark when I awoke, I lay on Anons bed thinking about last night, how I raged and lashed out at him after prom and... Naomi... Naomi... that... snake... that... FUCKING BITCH, I knew she was planning on something by how she acted around others but THIS... does Anon love me? TRULY?... I get up... its 5AM, I don't have much in the form of normal clothing, so I put on the shorts of my... 'dress' that I took too prom and quietly left Anons apartment, he was fast asleep on the floor... does he, I mean I almost gutted him before he told me about Naomis 'plan', and then I trashed his apartment, then we both said things we should have not said... was Naomi right... no... FUCK NO SHE WASNT, I mean... why... just why... I was halfway to my house; I know I'm going to get yelled at... but what Naomi did was just fucked... I need to make her pay but I knew beating the ever-loving shit out of her won't do, maybe I could tell Naser about... no... he would not break up with her no matter how hard I tried, I rack my brain for an answer, the more I thought the more I felt... wrong... she deserves whatever she gets coming too her... I see my house, I used the spare key I hidden away to enter. It was quiet when I entered the living room... he is in this room isn't he, the lamp next to my dad's chair turns on confirming my suspicion, fuck... "Lucy..." he croaks "I heard what happened at prom last night, why didn't you come home, i was going to look for you myself." I looked at him, he doesn't look phased, tired but so far, his face is the same tough man look, "Lucy... did Anon do anything too you?" he asks, "no.." I replied, "good, now go put some fresh clothes on, we are going to learn something today, and don't complain about the time." yea sure, I went to my room and put on my usual clothes, I headed back down wondering about how to get back at Naomi tomorrow, I see dad in the kitchen holding a small, aged leather bag, "hey look, you came down, so I thought we could spend some time bonding instead of fighting." he chirps, I see him pull out a long rod with a Cotten end, a toothbrush, and a bottle of.. gun oil? "Today... we are going to clean my old service revolver!" that word, 'revolver' hung in the air for some reason... I mean I used guns before, and I was a crack shot... maybe... what am I thinking? I spent the next hour learning how to clean and maintain a .38 special revolver, when I held it I... felt something... it's not wonder... but the opposite. we finished cleaning it, "We did a good job cleaning it, it looks brand new! Now you go put it in my study in the closet next to the old shoe boxes where the ammo is while I put the other stuff away." he says with a smile on his face... I did not remember the last time he smiled. So, I went to his study and put the bag containing the gun in the closet in his study, then it clicked... she deserves ANYTHING right? after what SHE did... does death... death... death? i snapped out of it, I looked at the clock, 10 minutes, I was standing there for 10 minutes without moving an inch, I left the study trying to get the thought of murder out of my head, I smelt bacon frying, I think dads cooking breakfast. As the day trudges on the thought became more than a thought, it... became a... NEED... not only Naomi but... the rest of those filthy vermin who came to my performances just for a laugh... they need to pay... pay... PAY... "FANG!" I snapped out of it, i see Naser at the doorway to my room, "What do you want?" I ask, "Well I was going to ask if you were okay after prom, but ARE you okay?" he asks, "What's that supposed to mean?" "Well, you looked like you were frozen in time and staring at nothing, and your eyes looked... off... Fang are you up too som..." I felt a burst of anger fill me "NASER, how about you just FUCK OFF, I'm fine just... I need some space." he does not look convinced, he leaves eventually, I return to my thoughts I am... right, they need to pay, ALL OF THEM, including Naomi, she should've not fucked with me. I finished my diner, Anon did text me but I did not reply to him, maybe I should talk to him about my... no he does not need to be dragged into this, its 9pm, everyone should be in their rooms, i get out of bed, its time, I grab my school bag and head into the study silently, I went to the closet and grabbed the revolver, I looked at its pristine condition, it brought justice before, it will do so again, i grabbed a box of .38 special and took out a 20 of the 50 bullets in it, I put the gun and ammo in my bag, and I put everything besides that where they belonged, I exited the study, I checked downstairs for anyone, there is no one, I left through the front door, i need to see Anon, this one last time, i typed a couple drafts to Reed, Trish, and Naser but they were not sent, a set of lyrics for a song that had no music, no freedom, and no happiness.. I arrived to Anons apartment, I'm outside his room, ...fucking dweeb, I can hear him playing rock ring, did he do that all day? I need to make sure he won't go to school tomorrow, and to know everything is going to be fine... but I know it won't... I knocked, its unlocked, typical... as I open it, I see Anon assume the fetal position, "Anon? you- oh! hey... uh... why are you huddled in the fetal position?" I ask. "Fang? oh thank fuck!" I hear him reply, he deflates as he straightens himself out "I thought your dad was here to kill me." he says "ah... yeah sorry." I set my bag on the kitchen table "so..." I see Anon thinking about something "Fang about last ni.." "It's fine." I blurt out "-ight... what?" "It's fine Anon I don't blame you for what happened. in fact, I'm sorry for overreacting last night." fuck he looks suspicious about me... "I... what?" "I said I'm sorry. I should not have blown up on you last night." "Well even if it wasn't my fault I should've..." "It isn't Anon." I need to think of something fast... well Anon... you do love me right... well... so do I. "But-" I grab onto his shirt, and I pull him in for a kiss... it was rough but... I liked it, as I finally pull away, he looks more confused, "I- fang- wha-" what dweeb, never kissed someone, bet you never did this, well don't worry, neither did I, I guide him to the bed as I straddle his lap, don't worry Anon, everything will be fine... right? After a long and 'productive' night, I stayed awake until he was fast asleep... then I waited until 4AM, I got out quietly, grabbed my clothes strewn about the room and my bag, I went to the bathroom, I got dressed and I loaded the revolver silently, I looked at it... make... them... pay... for us Anon... I got out quietly, I then unplugged his alarm, sorry dweeb I can't have you in the way of gunfire or stopping me... then I exited the room and apartment, as I walk to school I can't help but think if I should stop and return to Anon, but why should I, that bitch Naomi is finally getting her due after all these years, and the others too.. I make it to school; the sky is gray... I never saw it turn gray before... all I have to do is get through the day until 3rd period, then and only then will it be my most PERFECT performance. I'm sorry Anon, Reed, Trish, Naser, dad, mom, Moe, stella, rosa, sage, and a small handful of others, the Fang you know... is going to commit a mass shooting. The bell rings as I walk to my 3rd period class, I know what I must do, I must make that orange slut pay for fucking with me and my boyf... Anon's life, forced together like some sort of... FUCK I don't even know what, I feel the weight of my dad's gun in my bag grow heavy, but I must do it, make her... and those who laughed at me pay... but before I do that, I stand several yards from my class where Naomi is, I take out my phone and send out the drafted texts to Reed, Trish, Naser, and lastly... Anon, the only person I care about more than anyone else, I did not draft my text to him, instead I typed it in just for him... 'Control over my life you denied, And now death approaches from the sky, why'd it be me you had to vilify? Goodbye Volcano High' I hit send, delivered... What?... Read? FUCK I UNPLUGGED THAT ALARM CLOCK WHY IS HE... I don't have much time left, I have to do it now, I turn on airplane mode and threw the phone in my bag, all I have to do it confront Naomi, I walk too class with the bag open just enough to rip out the gun in time, I'm at the doorway, here goes nothing... "HEY NAOMI!" I yelled into the room, she appeared just a few feet away, her fucking face just makes me want to kill her already, but I needed some clarification, as to WHY she fucked with me and Anon. "Oh, hey Fang it's good to see you... umm... are you okay?" she replied with that fake mask of care and that fake sweetness in her voice. "I know what you did." she looks at me confused "I knew you were planning something... BUT THIS TAKES THE FUCKING CAKE NAOMI, putting Anon with me in the schedule so he could... what... FIX ME?" I flare my wings after I said that. The look on that bitch's face when she found out i knew was priceless, then she makes a scowl removing that fake mask of care, "Well FANG you needed some help anyways, because of how you make my sweet boyfriend AND YOUR BROTHER feel, with you always making him worried about whatever YOU done, with your band failing at every performance, and you getting in fights all the time, and you fighting with your parents over everything, isn't that right LUCY?" she calls out, Lucy... heh... that's all I needed. I put my hand in the bag and I grasp the revolvers grip, "You know what Naomi, maybe I needed to be 'fixed' but right now..." I look at that tangerine cunt in the eyes, "...you get what YOU FUCKING DESERVE." I rip out the gun and train the sights between her eyes... and pulled the trigger, before she could process what I pointed at her, the gun fires and... her head jolts back leaving a trail of blood in the air, she collapses almost right where she is standing, her eyes stare at nothing as she lays motionless, blood pooling from the back of her head, I... w... what did I... I step back several feet... what did I jus.. I see other students looking at me in the hallway, shock on their faces... wait... I recognize that one... he thrEW THE FUCKING PUNCH AT ME. I raised the gun and shot him where stood, he fell backwards clawing at his throat as it spilt fresh blood, the other next to him ran, or tried as I shot him in the back, where his lung was, I heard the squeaking of shoes behind me, I snapped around and sent another too where ever lies beyond for him, the panicked yells and cries are deafening now, I see another pleading for her life back against the locker, I smiled at her pitiful attempt to be spared, I shot her in the head, at least her fate would be quick, I see yet another trying to help the one I shot in the neck... she tries to stop the already fatal wound from bleeding as he chokes on his own blood, I raised my weapon of vengeance ready to fire... but I before I could, I feel a force tackle me to the ground trying to restrain me, they were saying something but the ringing in my ears won't stop I managed to flip around, my attacker can't be recognized, they tried to reach for my gun, I managed to point the gun to their chest and pull the trigger. Before the hammer hit, I recognized my attacker, it was Naser, my.... my baby brother... the gun fires, he was trying to stop me... me and my righteous wra... no... carnage... he got hit dead center in the chest, he fell backwards clutching his chest, I quickly got up and... oh my god wh... what have I... no... Naser... out of everyone, you... he looks up at me shocked as I look at him distraught, his face is forever burned into my mind. "F- Fang?", I... I ran, I don't know where I was heading, but anywhere is better than there, my own brother that I hurt on that day on the cliff, and I killed him today, where I went is now clear to me, I went to the roof... I emptied the revolver and put... one bullet in... I closed the revolver and cocked the hammer... I looked at the gun... I know what's next... but... I think back to where it all went wrong, prom, my guitars string broke and for the life of me I can't find a spare string or another guitar, then Trish gave me the spare bass, "Don't worry Fang, we got this!" Trish chirped... was it a lie? we all knew it won't go good, hell even Trish knew but for the life of me... I was obedient, and look where that got me, learning of Naomis fucking plan through Anon, and me getting my father's gun, and me... spending the last night of my life with Anon, I assured him everything would be fine... as I seduced and forced myself on him, only to know that I'm doing something fucked up, maybe if I sneak out of school I could run away with Anon and this story won't end in a bad way, like bonnie and Clyde, but I will be hunted by every state (and federal) official in this country, I can't place that on the only person I... I felt something touch my shoulder "Fang..." I snapped back to reality, in a surge of adrenaline I spun around and fired, the shot was low, but my target got hit, wait... ANON, he fell to his back grabbing his left shin as he cried out in pain, wait how long have I... oh god is he getting up? "Fang..." he says as he takes a step, his left pant leg getting soaked in blood, I step back "Anon don't..." I threw the spent revolver to the side, he takes another step "Fang just come with me I-" he stops as his shin gives in breaking in half tearing flesh as he falls, I step back "no no... no" oh god is he crawling now, he crawls forward "Fang just stay with me..." he looks back at his torn leg and I hear him gag, I step baaAAAAA- SHIT I forgot about the hole in th... fence... I see him crawl forward to me "fang... please..." the look on his face is... sad, he is desperate at this point, I look at the concrete below, the front of the school where Anon and I would walk in and get the day over with side by side... I realized what I had done, I... hurt people... and I... oh god I liked it... until I shot Naser... I realized no one would want someone like me, a fucking killer AND school shooter... no job... no college... as I look at the concrete below, I hear Anon say "Please don't leave me alone..." I look back at the only one I ever loved, and he loved me back despite what I did... "please......" he was crying... I smiled at him... wherever I go I will always be with you, despite your flaws, I thank you for everything Anon. I love you... I step off... "waIT FANG DONT-" I realized my mistake, as I fall I... I... NO, I try to use my wings to slow my fall, flapping as hard as I possibly can, but I'm going too fast, as the cold unforgiving stone awaits me i braced hoping my wings slowed me down enou- *CCCRRAACKKK* ... ... i open my eyes, everything is blurry and... and then the pain hit me, oh god the pain, i can't even scream out, i see movement in my vision they were running towards me, i.. i can't make any of them out, "holy s-" "is she ev-" "-t i know h-" "-at bitch that shot-" as i slowly regain my hearing i hear "-ts her that bitch who killed Nathen." i tried to get up but i think i broke something... "let's teach this killer a lesson." i was forced back down, i felt them kicking me all over, i start to lose consciousness as they beat me, i think someone came to stop it... but... i . . . ... I slowly awaken in a bright room, i hear machines pumping and working, as my eyes adjust i see a nurse checking on the equipment, "haeehh..." is all i could make, everything feels numb, the nurse noticed me and rushed to get someone, something was already wrong, why did my voice sound like that, i lift my right hand to feel, but i see nothing, perhaps I'm paralyzed, a doctor came in with a police escort, i know the escort, he is a friend of my dad, he was at my birthday last year, his face softened as he looked at me, am i really that messed up from the fall, wait how much drugs are they pumping into me? the doctor gave me a quick check up before leaving, the escort slowly shook his head before leaving, I don't know why but it feels like something is missing from my vision, some time passes, is my dad even here... what will he say about... about... Naser, him confronting the killer of his son... his own daughter, my... baby brother... that i killed... i remembered what was etched on my face as i pointed the gun to his chest before i recognized Naser, a wicked grin... born of pure satisfaction of killing others, oh how quickly it disappeared when i realized Naser was my attacker... even then it was too late... am i crying... i felt someone hold my left hand, with a firm grip i would recognize, i glanced to my left... it was my father. he looked down at me, i expected rage, anger, disappointment even, but all i see is a sadness and failure, i doubt mom is here, i tried to speak but i couldn't, "Lucy... I'm... I'm..." i expected him to say im going to prison or im getting kicked out... but he said, "I'm so very sorry... that i failed as a father." I'm speechless (too literal) he is crying hard now, not wailing, but that might come soon, i start crying more than i was, i tried to put my right hand on top of his but nothing, i mean i could feel it, i moved my left hand and it moves... how in the... no... i looked where my right arm would be... it's gone... my right arm is missing, i looked at my legs and my right shin appears to be missing, i see my left leg in some sort of medical brace, and.. wait where's the rest of my beak, i moved my only hand to my face, "Wait Lucy don't-" i feel the bandages all over my face, and my beak... only half of it remains, that fall and the beating i took mutilated me, i begin to hyperventilate "Oh shit DOCTOR HELP HER." the doctor rushed in and inserted a syringe into the IV bag, my body.. my beak... my limbs... mangled, deformed mutilated, amputated, i start to drift to a deep sleep... "I'm so sorry Lucy... I'm so sorr-" is all i heard. ... ... I wake up to someone touching my hand softly, its dark i can't see but i hear something, they speak, "F- Fang?" its Anon, it appears to be somewhere in the night, wait how did he get in this late, and how did he get past whoever guarded the entrance to my room, I try to speak "annnnhaaann..." is he mad, is he... "shhhh sweet tooth, I'm here now, don't worry." he coos, he begins to hum... it was a tune i know... that we know, the song i played for him on the roof, i could tell he was trying to not cry, i was crying already, he let go and i hear him limp to the window, wait no he must not see me like this, "ahanan dahhnnt." he ignored me, as he opens the blinds the moon light pours in revealing my sorry state for him, i see his face, bewildered, and very pale, he smiled and i knew it was strained, his eyes were tearing up, "ohhh fang.. what have they done..." he starts mumbling after that, it's very quiet, i could not make out what he is saying, he kneeled next to my bed holding my left arm, he kissed my forehead, "we... we will..." i feel myself drifting back to sleep, "we... no... I will..." i can't make out what he is saying fully as i lose more lucidity, "pay... make- pay- them- just for you, my beloved." what did he mean... I couldn't know as i went back to sleep... -------------------------------- 3 YEARS LATER, 2023 TO: FBI Director Quin Van Der Verrekijker FROM: Agent Tyler Gunn SUBJT: Volcedera Bluffs Volcano High Shooter Fang/Lucy Aran - PERMISSION TO CLOSE CASE Dear Director, so far the case appears cold, I could not dig up or find any evidence of re-offence or ever will, the civilian know as Fang/Lucy Aran has stayed within her home for the past 2 years after release from hospital, the yearlong stay at the hospital has proven too the court that Fang/Lucy Aran has (or never had) the ability to harm anyone any more, due to the nature of her injuries, the court gave her a 'Compassionate Release' order, despite killing 6 of her own classmates including her younger brother Naser Aran, her parents and a privately hired Caregiver take care of Fang/Lucy day by day, Fang/Lucy's Caregiver usually moves her to places in Volcedera, but they don't leave the household frequently, though it is suspicious that the Caregiver was hired shortly after a bank robbery where Fang/Lucy and her father Ripley Aran were victims of, despite not knowing the Caregivers origins, I do know his name, it is a certain David.G.Tyrion, strange to hire a male human to take care of a sauroid Pterodactylus female, but knowing Ripley he must've known to trust this man, David is born the same year as fang, and is paid $20/hr. for 8 hours every day, despite working over 8 hours a day, Fang/Lucy appears to still be wheelchair bound with a prosthetic polymer beak and no limb prosthesis, and no information on her bad leg, other than that I see no reason to continue this case, permission to put it in the archives labeled, NON-AFFILIATED SHOOTING INCIDENTS. Agent Tyler Gunn -------------------------------------------- RE: SUBJT: Volcedera Bluffs Volcano High Shooter Fang/Lucy Aran - PERMISSION TO CLOSE CASE FROM: FBI Director Quin Van Der Verrekijker TO: Agent Tyler Gunn Permission granted, you should focus on a new case involving a civilian named Anon.Y.Mous, who had romantic (and probably intimate) relations with Fang/Lucy Aran, he has been reported missing from the hospital after being caught in her room a month after the shooting, so far we have NO TRACE of Anon Mous or his whereabouts, he is also crippled from the shooting but chose not to press charges, he was also heard to have said and I quote 'the most disturbing things I have heard a skinnie say.' I would like you to investigate this one Gunn. God forbid if it's another incident in the works, i have complete faith in your abilities Agent. FBI Director Quin Van Der Verrekijker