First Day Of School

A Little Insanity

A Spin-Off

~First Day of School~

*Warning: Characters May Be Completely Different*

Fang walked around the hallways of the school. He looked at the sheet of paper in his hand that read his locker and his locker combination. Fang looked around. Another school. His parents just moved in to town to look for jobs. It was the fifth move in the past year. Fang had basically given up learning everyone’s name since the chances were he wasn’t going to stay long enough to be friends with anyone.

He found his locker and put his stuff inside. Somehow he managed to find his first class too: Mr. Undertaker’s Phycology class. Fang looked at the door and sighed. This was the beginning of the end.

Fang walked in. Everyone seemed to know each other and were talking to loudly to one another. The teacher sat at the front desk looking down at some papers. His long grey hair nearly reached the floor. Another adult sat at the computer typing furiously at the keyboard. His hair was white and he wore a blue dress shirt. He looked like a student teacher or an intern or something. The teacher, Mr. Undertaker, seemed to notice Fang standing there because he turned to face him. The man smiled and his eyes glittered with happiness. He motioned Fang to take a seat. Fang sat by a bunch of quiet weirdoes. At least, Fang thought, they would be quiet.

One was boy dressed in black and had a lot of piercings and tattoos. He glared at Fang as he sat down beside him. The girl on the other side of the boy wore black also. Unlike her desk neighbor she had no piercings or tattoos. She sat facing forward like a robot, not looking to the left or right. Her arms were laid on her desk with a pencil and paper waiting to be used. She had short black hair with streaks of purple in it.

Fang flinched when a piece of paper hit the back of his head.

“Hey you!” a voice called for him.

Fang slowly turned around. The girl behind him pushed her glasses up her nose. Fang had to stop himself from laughing because she looked like a female version of Wando in those books he read as a kid. With one arm on the desk and the other on her hip she sighed.

“He’s the one who threw the paper!” she pointed behind her, “I just dodged! He’s been doing that for three years! Quit looking at me like I did it!”

Fang leaned in his chair so he could get a better look at the person behind her. The boy he saw was crumpling up a piece of a paper. His spiked red-orange hair was somehow standing on its own. Around his neck was a spiked dog collar necklace and a chain necklace that hung down to his neck. He saw Fang and scowled. For some reason, Fang felt like he would be the target of something after school. The boy threw the paper. The girl ducked and the paper hit Fang’s leg.

“Hello everyone!” a girl at the door yelled, “How was summer break?!”

There were a few murmurs here and there but she didn’t seem to hear them. The girl grabbed someone from outside the room and pulled them inside. The girl had her pink hair into two pigtails at the side of her head held together by yellow hair ties. Her hair was long and pink. She wore a yellow vest over a dark blue sweatshirt. Her skirt went down to her knees where they almost connected with her long knee-high socks. And black Mary Jane’s. As for the boy she was dragging behind her: he was about a head taller than her when he wasn’t being pulled every which way. He had long blue hair, freed from any restraint. He too wore a yellow vest but it was over a light blue dress shirt and tan khakis.

She walked right up to where Fang was sitting but didn’t seem to notice he was sitting there.

“Hey guys! Guess what! My cousin is here!” she said.

The silent over achiever looked over at him. That was the first time Fang noticed that she moved.

“What’s his name?” she asked in monotone.

The boy was about to answer when his cousin answered for him.

“I call him Blue!” she said, “Say hi, Blue!”

Again, he was about to speak but the cousin changed the subject.

“He’s going to be here all year! Aunt Bolverich III is totally getting her mansion redone. She says it is so 16^th century! So Blue here had to have somewhere to stay! He’s staying with me!”

The girl behind Fang sighed, “Poor Blue.”

The red head slouched, “I feel bad for him. Why couldn’t he get a hotel?”

Miss. Pretty Pink Ponytails failed to notice the insults, “Those dirty places!? I can’t believe you would even talk about those places! Poor Aunty sacrificed herself and went to live in one of those dirty places in London. She wanted a better life for her son Blue.”

The boy with the tattoos rolled his eyes. The girl was overly dramatic and animated. Fang just stared at her because she was standing in front of his desk. Maybe if he stayed still, she wouldn’t notice him. Sadly, however, she realized she was standing in front of something.

“Oh! Look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look!!!!!! We have a new student!!!” she practically screamed.

She slammed her hands on his desk and zoomed in closer. So close their noses were almost touching.

“So what’s your name?” she whispered with excitement.

Fang just stared into her large pink eyes. She was incredibly fighting in her own cute way. Like one of those friends that you would hang out with but not let them within your personal bubble under any circumstances.

“Fang,” Fang whispered.

He wasn’t sure why he had given her his name. Maybe he was so terrified that it just came out. Or it could have been a tactic to get her away from him faster. At the moment, Fang was so freaked out to know which one. He saw the smile on her face widen and she stood up straight again.

“Hey everyone! This is Fang! Make him feel welcome, okay!!! He’s my friend!” she shouted at the top of her lungs.

Yeah, he was terrified of her, Fang came to the conclusion. Everyone stared at him.

“Okay! I need to introduce you to my other friends!” she said.

Fang stared at her. Other friends? She’s manipulated others too! And when did he become her friend?!

“The one looking all tough and distant is Shadow!”

Shadow looked at Fang.

“The one with the cutest hair is Raven!

Raven looked at him and nodded.

“The one behind you is P²!”

Fang turned as P² rolled her eyes.

“The one behind her is Al!”

He blew a bubble with black liquorish gum.

“Are those even their real names?” Fang asked in a whisper.

“You will be Ang!” she completely ignored him.

Since when did people tell you what your name was!?!

“And IIIIIIII’MMMMMM—”

The end of my life?

“Arisa!” she threw her hands around Fang’s neck in a big embrace, “We are going to be such good friends!”

I never thought I’d say it but, I hope mom and dad don’t find jobs here.

Insanity Chapter Five

Insanity

Chapter Five

~First Mission~

Day One

The sun crept over to Fang’s bed where he laid, bare chest, asleep and exhausted from the weeks and months that led up to the night before. His breath was slow and even. The clock on the wall seemed to time each breath. The clock read that it was nearly six-o-clock. The sun, though the window, was just touching the horizon and sent a long streak of light from one side of the room to the other. At this exact moment, Fang woke up.

For a moment he lay there in his large bed and listened. Eventually, he pulled himself out of bed and started to get ready for the day. He walked to his dresser and pulled out the days clothes. Then he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and hair. After that he changed into his clothes and put on his coat. He’d fix his bed after that and open the curtains all the way. One last look in the mirror and he exited his room and into the large house.

Right out side his room was a beautiful hallway filled with sculptures and paintings. Then the hallway opened to a balcony. The balcony was joined by three hallways known now as Fang’s Hallway, the Boy’s Hallway, and the Girl’s Hallway. The balcony descended down two different stairs, one on either side, both in a kind of semi circle.

Fang walked down one of the steps onto the main floor. He started to walk down the hallway under the balcony that led to the back yard door. But before that, it passed by the kitchen, the living room, the pool room, the dining room and such. He walked into the kitchen, it was a rather large kitchen, and started cooking breakfast. Fang set some tea brewing on the stove and set up everything else. He had pancakes, eggs and bacon and squeezed orange juice and milk. When something was ready he brought it to the dining room and set in on the table. The warm things he covered in silver domes. When cooking was done, he cleaned the kitchen, grabbed a nice cup and poured his tea. He sat at the head of the dining table and waited.

The clock read five minutes to seven. He sat and took a long soothing sip of tea. Then the clock bells through out the mansion sounded. After the chimes there was silence but slowly and surly the others started to wake up.

“I win!” Arisa shouted as she barged though the dinning room doors, “Come on, Blue!”

Blue followed close behind. He looked happy loosing to the twelve year old. Fang smiled. Since Blue had been here about a week Arisa had made him her go to. Whenever they went anywhere you would see those two together.

“Oh, geez,” Alister moaned, “Can you be any more noisy in the mornin’? You yellin’ ‘till ten in the mornin’.”

“W-w-what do we have t-t-this m-m-morning?” Penelope peeked over his shoulder.

“Looks like pancakes if you ask me,” Alister responded.

“Good morning, everyone,” Raven said as she glided to her seat in her cloak.

“Good morning,” Fang responded.

Shadow followed gloomily behind. He wasn’t a morning person at all.

Everyone sat in their seat. Only the chair across from Fang was empty. They waited for permission to eat. Fang took one last sip of tea.

“Go ahead,” he said.

Almost instantly, the food was attacked by six hungry people. In the kayos Fang casually served himself while Alister and Arisa fought over the last bacon strip even if they had a good amount on their plates. Blue sat quietly as he waited to serve himself after the food race died down. Raven ate her eggs quietly. Shadow gave anyone an evil eye to whoever tried to snatch a piece of his pancakes. Normally Fang would say something but he let it pass for the day. He’d be stricter during lunch.

They were half way though breakfast when the phone rang. The room grew quiet as Fang stood to get it. It was an old style phone but it still worked fine. Fang answered it. He listened to the other person the other end then hung up the phone.

“We leave in thirty minutes,” Fang said as he exited the room, “Be in the entrance way by then.”

The others hurriedly finished eating in order to get their things together. Fang walked to the main entrance and opened the door. He stood out on a rather large patio. There was a circled driveway that eventually lead back to a black gate. Beyond the gate were some houses and just down the street was a local market place that made basic shopping easier. And off one of the streets was the Undertaker’s Pawn Shop.

The door opened behind him and Arisa ran out into the grass.

“I told you to stay inside,” he said.

“Sorry,” she said, but he knew she didn’t mean it.

She ran back up the patio steps and into Blue’s arms. He carried her back inside and closed the doors. Fang glanced at his watch. They left in five minutes. He walked back into the house. Everyone looked ready. Alister stood against a piece of furniture, his weapons in plain sight. Raven’s weapons were hidden under her cloak and Shadow’s daggers were hidden too. Blue and Arisa didn’t have any weapons, they depended on their powers more. And as for Penelope…she wasn’t there.

“I-I-I’m coming!” she called as she ran down the steps.

She tripped over her feet and fell to the bottom on the stairs. For the circumstances she was fine but her glasses broke.

“Dang it!” she shouted, then she noticed the people staring at her, “I-I-I mean, shoot,” she stammered.

She reached into her satchel bag that she carried everywhere and pulled out another pair.

“Well, if we’re ready,” Fang said, “Let’s get going.”

They walked out of the house and through the gate. Arisa rode of Blue’s back as they walked though the small city on the island. It was far enough from the main city where the Tower was located but this city was more mellow and easygoing. They got smiles and waves from the people who were out in the street or were looking out their windows. As they walked, the houses and two floor apartments turned into small businesses, like coffee shops and other small chains. Soon they came to a square, Transaction Square as the locals called it, where the daily market was held. It wasn’t anything like the Great Market in the main city but it was something. Vendors were already open for business. They walked past them and down one of the side streets where they came across the Pawn Shop.

“You all wait out here,” Fang said and walked in.

The bell rang as he entered. Reighn looked up wide eyed then upon realizing it was just Fang he looked back down at his writing. He rang the tiny bell on his tail. Soon the Undertaker entered though the door to the left of the desk. He smiled when he saw Fang.

“Now what brings you here?” he asked, his hands on his hips.

“You called me, remember?” Fang stated.

“Did I?” he smiled knowingly.

“Yeaps,” Reighn said.

“Well, if Reighn says so than in must have,” he walked to the door beside a bookshelf full of trinkets.

He stayed inside a while then walked out with a folder. Fang waited for him impatiently.

“Well, this must be what I needed to give you,” Undertaker laughed.

Fang looked at the Neuw, “How do you put up with him?”

The Neuw just shrugged and continued calculating profits and expenses. Fang took a look at the folder.

“Do you know anything about Victor Anthony?” Fang asked.

“I might,” Undertaker smiled.

“It says the Tower wants him apprehended. Is there any reason for that?”

“There might.”

Fang looked at the Undertaker. The Undertaker snickered.

“All I know is that Victor Anthony is the head of most of the crime here on the Island. Usually he and the Tower get along just fine but lately crime has gotten more violent. The Tower thinks it’s because of a new drug Victor released on the street. They’ve tried to contact him but he refused to talk to them. I’m guessing the Tower just wants to show him who’s really in charge on the Island,” Undertaker explained.

“I was hoping for something bigger,” Fang sighed.

“Well, the Tower isn’t going to have you go across to China to deal with a high priority mission just yet. They may take risks but they aren’t stupid. They want to see how well you do here first before giving you real missions,” Undertaker tapped his nails on the desk.

“I’m guessing I can find him in the Alleys,” Fang stated.

“I heard he owns a club there,” Undertaker smiled, “It’s called the Tower Breaker. Clever isn’t it?”

“I can see why the Tower is getting annoyed with him,” Fang noted.

He put the folder in a pocket on the inside of his coat.

“I’ll be seeing you,” Fang said as he left.

“I’m sure you will,” the Undertaker responded.

The others came alive as Fang walked out. Shadow, who had become Fang’s right hand, caught up with him.

“What was that about?” Shadow asked.

“We have a job,” Fang answered, “Victor Anthony, ever heard of him?”

“Only that he’s no one to take lightly,” Shadow answered.

Fang kept silent. His mind was going though details.

“‘Ey, Fang,” Alister called out, “why do they call ‘im the Undertaker, anyway?”

Fang looked at Alister at a side glance, “When he used to work for the Tower he sent many people do the morgue. If he was assigned to get rid of you, it was assured that you would be taken six feet under.”

“Oh,” Alister paused, “why is ‘e workin’ at a Pawn Shop then?”

“Not sure exactly, but my guess is that he grew mentally unstable.”

“Where are we going?” Raven asked.

“You all are going home,” Fang said, “I need to come up with a plan. To do that I need to see where the Tower Breaker Club is.”

“Aww, can’t we come?” Arisa whined, “Promise we’ll be good.”

“Say that about our self,” Alister laughed, “I’d run in there and blow everyone’s brains out!”

“Y-Y-You can’t do that unless Fang says so,” Penelope spoke up.

“I’d put three daggers in you before you could move a muscle,” Shadow said.

“Oh, really, dagger-boy?” Alister smiled, “I’d like to see you try.”

As usual, Blue was the only one not saying anything. He seemed to zone out every time the others started arguing. Fang sighed and shook his head. Maybe if he acted now he could be gone before they even noticed. He seriously considered the course of action.

***

The Alleys

Fang stood against a chimney on a near by building across from the Tower Breaker Club. He watched it for most of the day then when evening came he took out a note pad and started taking notes.

Fang didn’t really have any powers but when he died, he woke up able to use most of his brain capabilities. That and he had heightened senses, like sight, hearing, and smell. He was smart before, he went to Harvard after all and got all ‘A’s in his classes. But now he could just look at something and figure out an equation to fit it. He could look at an impossible equation and come up with the answer in less then ten seconds. Also, he could recite the seven thousandth digit of Πpi without any effort. He was already seeing a solution on how to apprehend Victor.

As he scribbled in his notebook, his scribbles were more like complex equations that revealed the possibilities of success, the sun began to set. Satisfied with the results he went back to the mansion just as everyone was going to bed. Fang stopped by everyone’s room and said goodnight. Then he went to his room and sat at a desk. He threw the mission folder on it then brought out a pen and paper.

He started calculating weights of objects before he calculated exact weights of people. Then he went into a complicated series of equations that some how tied into the greater scheme of things. After a good hour, he smiled.

“There we go,” he muttered with satisfaction.

He committed what he had just written to memory. Then he tore the piece of paper up and threw it in the wastebasket. There was no use to have it around after he knew it already.

He hung his coat by the door and got ready for bed. It would be an interesting day tomorrow.