The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Chapter 45

The fog rolled in as Fang walked. and he couldn't help but smile a little. Sure, it was cold enough that he was shivering a bit, but it fit both his mood and his sense of humor. He knew he'd be warm pretty quick when he got where he was going anyway. One of the only places he could truly blow off steam.

He felt bad for going off on Sentinel like he did. The poor kid was still so new, not just to The Eyes, his family, but to their entire world. He didn't understand that Fang was a monster, but he didn't deserve to learn it like that. To top it off, Fang had called him out for being afraid of him, which wasn't fair to him at all.

Fang was just overwhelmed, in a way he hadn't been in a long time. It seemed like everything was going wrong at once.

Stellan had gotten killed on his watch, the blood on his hands, because he didn't go in and save him like he should have. Stellan's wife was a widow, and his little girl would grow up without her father, all because Fang hadn't seen that Wist was a traitor. Fang knew that Wist had died hard, Ranger and the other had made sure of it, and Fang would make sure that everyone responsible would suffer just as Stellan had, but it wouldn't bring the agent back.

Sentinel had gotten captured on his first real mission. Fang should have been watching him instead of just assuming that he was safe at the house. The kid needed guidance, and protection. Fang knew that if they got separated, the rest of his team could take care of themselves, but Sentinel was too new to be left alone like that. Fang trusted him, of course he did, but it wasn't fair to force that responsibility on him so early. The kid had nightmares about what had happened to him all because Fang hadn't been there to watch him.

Oracle had gotten hurt bad. Fang wasn't naïve enough to think he could protect his whole team. They knew the risks, just like he did, and they had all gotten hurt. Oracle's injury weren't even inherently life-threatening, but seeing her knocked unconscious and bleeding was awful. Fang didn't really want to stop and consider why it was so different for her.

As the icing on the cake, the party had been a disaster. Fang knew that he was going to wind up having it out with Lexi, had even tried to convince his mother to not invite her along. What he hadn't expected was for them to get outed, the Church to find them, and for it to end with him killing Lexi, Whitley, and Wist in front of his entire family. He had sent his team away, in spite of wanting to be there to question Wist, so they could avoid the ire of his family. While they were disposing of bodies, he was getting screamed at by a half dozen people at once. He wasn't a kid anymore, though. He wasn't going to back down from what he knew was the right choice just because everyone else was yelling at him. In the end, his parents had agreed to let them stay a little longer, since he was still their son. 

It still hurt, though, having his family call him a monster. It hurt that he had to show them what he really was.

Fang continued to think dark thoughts as he walked through the darkness and the fog, until he saw a familiar shape standing under a streetlight. He had wondered when she'd show up.

"Long time no see, Tyler," she said. "Or Fang, since that seems to be the name you prefer now."

She looked just as she had the last time Fang saw her: straw yellow hair in a ponytail sticking out the back of her baseball cap. Her eyes, the same blue his used to be, were bright and mischievous. She had her blue jeans tucked into her tactical boots, and a t-shirt with her favorite band on it. The necklace she wore matched his, except for the name on it.

"Sam," Fang allowed himself a small smile, in spite of his mood and his knowledge of why she was present. "You say that like we haven't been talking since we got back to my old home. Hell, Sentinel even overheard us."