Hey. This basically takes off after the fifth book, however, in my story, erasers still exist. Fang is captured and this is the story of his escape/rescue. The chapters are probably all going to be in 3rd person, but switch from being with Fang, to Max and the rest of the flock. Rated T for violence and perhaps some strongish language.

This chapter's quite short, sorry, but I've written a couple more and chapter three doubles in length. I'll upload some more if you like this chapter and want to see where it goes =D

This is my first fanfic so please review! Any feedback would be great, just don't be too harsh!

Purple Nails x

Chapter One

Fang slowly stood up, rolling his shoulders, trying to ease the stiffness out of his body and raked his stony eyes around his new surroundings. Not to his surprise, he found himself in a cell, no more than 12 feet wide, not long enough for him to unfurl his wings. He was the only object in the cell, however, the dirty, blood stained walls and floor told him that he was not its first inhabitant.

He took in every aspect of the cell: a single window allowed the first rays of sunlight of the day to spill through and pool across the hard stone floor but it was too small to fit through and was guarded with four steel bars anyway. His hands skimmed along each of the four walls; searching for week spots and small cracks which could offer a slim chance of escape. Nothing. Fang guessed that each wall was several metres thick. Lastly he made his way over to the single door and looked it up and down. Thick set, new hinges and heavily bolted from the outside: the door too was unbreakable.

Fang sighed and slumped down against the far wall. There was no use wasting his time and energy fruitlessly seeking for a way out. The cell did exactly what it was designed for: keeping people in and not letting them out. Fang would sit, gathering his thoughts, conserving his energy, waiting for the right opportunity. If there is an opportunity, Fang thought gloomily.

Fang shook his head. It would not do to slip into despair, not when he knew worse was to come. He needed to be strong. He would escape, whether it would be by himself or whether the rest of the flock would come back for him, he would escape.

He pictured them now, soaring towards him, Max at the lead, with that defiant look in her eyes, her fierce determination, ready to reclaim her right hand man, her best friend… her newly acquired boyfriend. For a second, Fang could taste her on his lips, could feel the softness of her mouth against his own, the feel of her hands running through his hair. Just for a second.

That blissful day at the beach seemed two lifetimes ago, although in reality it had only been two days. So much had happened in that short space of time: a swarm of erasers, a bloody battle and, of course, his own capture. He did not regret his actions; they were going to take Angel, again, but he had charged in, thrown her in the air where she hurriedly flew to Max whilst he was brought down by a wave of snarling erasers.

He had caught one last glimpse of the flock before he was knocked unconscious. They were wearing the usually injuries found from a fight with the erasers: blood covered them all, however, their own wounds were forgotten as they helplessly watched him being taken, hurt in their wide, fearful eyes. He hated that he had cause them that pain but better that he'd been taken that them. He would gladly die for any one of them. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.

The sound of sliding bolts awakened Fang from his musings, He stood up, his muscles tensing, readying himself. The door opened silently. They had come.