Summary: Lang will do anything to find his family. After disappearing nearly four years ago, he can't believe they're still alive. But a twist is soon to follow, just when he thinks he's outsmarted everyone, he finds he's the one they're really after. Implanted in his mind, he holds the knowledge of a virus that's meant to destroy. Hiding from the Organization, he finds that one by one, all of his friends and family he holds dear will disappear.

Chapter One:

Lang looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. He looked strange with his spiky black hair and dark eyes. Everyone’s impression of him was too quick in his opinion but he mainly ignored them all now. He’d gotten used to it for the past nine and a half years and it no longer bothered him greatly. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his narrow nose and turned his attention to the other boys in the bathroom.

“Hey Lang!” someone called out as he left the cramped room. He raised his head and gave a small smile to the giggling girls who called his name. It wasn’t like he was popular, he just had the best looks among all the jocks in that grade. He ran his fingers through his hair and slung the bag over his throbbing shoulder. The sounds of lockers slamming were faint in his ears. They usually were the next morning after his parents either screamed at him nearly all night or one of them beat him.

“Oh Lang!” a bubbly girl’s voice protruded through his rushing thoughts. He froze in the middle of the hallway and was suddenly squeezed by an enthusiastic girl. Blonde hair fell over his shoulder and he turned to glance down at the person who hugged him. He didn’t know why but for some reason, this girl had claimed him to be her boyfriend and he played along with it. It wasn’t like she was ugly or anything, it’s just that he wasn’t into girls. But he didn’t have the heart to tell her in fear that he’d hurt her and two, she’d go tell everyone about his secret.

“Oh, hey Mandy, what are you doing?” he asked, patting her hand that was currently resting on his shoulder. She gave a wide smile and giggled, flipping her long hair over her shoulders. He smiled faintly and walked her to her next class, which both of them shared.

“I’m doing nothing goofy. So, how has your long day been?” she asked in her high pitched voice, gazing at him through her clear blue eyes. He smiled and turned to the door to their classroom.

“Oh, the usual I guess. Tired and bored as hell.” he replied, holding the door open for her. She giggled and went in before the bell could ring and they be counted tardy. Several students that were already in their Spanish class looked up and said their hellos to Mandy. She was one of the popular cheerleaders but wasn’t as dense nor stupid as the others. She had a good head on her shoulders and loved school. That’s why everyone loved her because she wasn’t judging or rude to others.

Both took their seats near the front and the Spanish teacher gazed up at the clock before the bell rung. The sharp, shrill sound made Mandy and Lang cover their ears along with the teacher.

“Wow, nearly half the class is gone today.” the teacher made her comment to no one in particular as she stood. Everyone nodded and looked to the board, wondering what they were to be working on today. She turned to the board, picked up the chalk and wrote their lesson across the board. Everyone breathed sighs of relief when the teacher wrote “FREE DAY” in big letters. The teacher sat down, put on her headphones and picked up a rather fat book.

Lang pulled out his new CD player and stuck in a Marilyn Manson CD to calm his racked nerves. Earlier today he had a run in with a couple Seniors and he pissed them off royally. He could ask Mandy to talk to them but then that would make him seem like a weakling. So his next best thing was to ignore what had happened earlier.

A feather light touch on his arm startled him out of his nervous thoughts. He gave a frantic look and found Mandy smiling sadly at him. He instantly knew something was up when she mouthed we need to talk later. He sighed but continued to listen to his song. Right now he wanted something to block out everything and it was working so far.

Twenty minutes later the bell rang and everyone filed out of the room. Mandy still hung onto his arm but it wasn’t like usual. He shrugged the book bag a bit higher on his shoulder and Mandy darted around his form. He noticed a much larger guy coming towards them and she was waving to him. He frowned as he watched Mandy put her lips to his cheek.

“Lang, things are over between us.” she said firmly but he couldn’t hear what she said. His eyes were trained on her red lips before she turned away. He frowned at her retreating form…

‘Who the hell is she to tell me it’s over! We never had anything together!’ he screamed in his mind as he turned the other way and for a moment, he looked over his shoulder to find her new boyfriend staring back at him.

He tossed his bag onto his oak desk and slammed the door behind him. He suddenly wanted to go do something that involved breaking stuff but he held in his anger. He slammed his fist into the wall, leaving a small imprint but he ignored it completely. He pulled his hand back and inspected the new damage. Two knuckles pooled crimson onto his pale skin.

His phone rang loud in his room and he grumbled as he picked up the receiver. “Hello?” he answered gruffly, waiting for a reply.

“You hurt Mandy..” the voice was low and Lang instantly sensed danger from this voice.

“I didn’t go no such thing you ass,” he hissed back. For a moment, he only heard the sound of heavy breathing, then a hoarse whisper,

“You’re going to die.” then the dial tone rang in his ear. He dropped the receiver and then stepped away from the phone like it was cursed. His back ran into the doorknob and he yanked open the door. He was welcomed by emptiness as he stumbled into the living room. For once he wanted his parents to be alive and come running to him in an instant. The dial tone rang loudly in the otherwise silent house. Slowly he treaded back to the phone and gently picked it up and replaced it back onto its cradle.

The phone rang again and Lang jumped a mile in the air. It kept ringing but he refused to answer. He backed away slowly, then slammed his door shut.