I have been reading alot of split flock Fan Fictions lately, and while reading a very awesome one something occored to me,

I began to put this thought into a paragraph, and then into a chapter,

and finaly into a story,

and this is it.

James patterson owns the characters, and whatnot.

Twenty Four and Sixteen, Alone in the world.

Everyone always made me out to be the bad guy, because I left her once, because I was quiet. No one ever expected it to turn out the way it did. Everyone always assumed I would leave her; I would leave her and strike out on my own leaving behind a broken shell of a woman. No one, not even me, ever expected her to leave me. To take the flock, and leave behind a broken shell of a man but she did. She left me and took the flock with her. All of the flock, aside from the one everyone thought she would never ever leave, even if she did by some freak accident did leave me. Angel and I live in an apartment in Louisville Kentucky. Jeb pays for it. He runs tests on us every once in a while, well on me, I won't ever let him near Angel. The way I see it, a getting blood taken and running on a treadmill while hooked up to a bunch of monitors of my own will is worth having a roof over our heads. We have been in this apartment for a month, we will only stay here a little longer before the need to move kicks in again.

I suppose in reality Max didn't leave Angel behind. Angel stayed with me. She was what kept me going in life now. Angel needed me to get up in the morning, Angel needed food, Angel needed me to at least appear to be marginally okay. Even if she knew I wasn't. But It was because of Angel that I was getting up this morning; to help get breakfast going. I was half way decent when it came to coking, nowhere near as good as Iggy, but Iggy wasn't here. Gazzy wasn't here. Nudge wasn't here. She wasn't here. It was just me and Angel, living off Jeb's monthly checks.

"Hey Fang, do you think we could go flying?" Angel asked. My Angel, Max never mentioned my role in the flock, aside from my roll to her. She never mentioned that Angel was as much my little girl as she was Max's. She had always been more Max's baby though, until the fight. Angel sided with me. I will never know why she sided with me but she did. So now Angel is my Angel, my little girl. She isn't really a little girl anymore. At twelve years old she is beginning to think about boys and becoming a woman. But she will always be my little girl.

"Yeah Angel if you want to." I told her.

"Are you sure, if you don't want to we don't have to, I was just thinking we could fly around."

There was a time when just flying was my favorite thing in the world. When I was flying I was free, but now it didn't bring me the joy that it once did. I still fly. I'm not completely dead. I am trying to move on. I never will, but I'm trying. Flying isn't bad it just doesn't make me happy. Running makes me happy. Angel makes me happy.

"Fang, you are thinking to yourself like someone else is listening again," Angel told me. "You should start blogging again. You need an outlet."

That's right the blog is gone, everything from our old lives is gone only the wings remain as a reminder of the flock. "Oh, sorry Angel, no it's cool let's go flying today. Perhaps we can go swimming too."

Angel grinned, "Okay."

We ate breakfast in silence before heading out to fly. "So, there is this movie coming out called Valkirie, and we have to go see it." Angel told me as she danced through the air. I smiled at her as she flipped and twirled through the air. Angel had saved my life by staying with me, no one else would have, and even then no one else would have understood. She knew it, I knew it. Angel was the reason I wasn't emo, and maybe I was emo, I don't know,-depressed and broken for sure- but emo was something I strived not to be. So every once in a while I would smile at Angel or at something she said, but it never reached my eyes. Max left me a year ago, and turned my life upside down. She hadn't been there when I needed someone to lean on. That is all I had ever been to her, someone to unload on. Nothing more, nothing less.

"We should move again. I'm tired of Kentucky." Angel said. "Do you think we could go to New York? Or would that be hard on you?"

"Angel we can go where ever you want." I told her.

"Sweet, we are going to the Big Apple!" Angel yelled to the sky.

We were just two kids, a sixteen and twenty four year old who were clinging to life, we would never grow up, we would never truly heal-Angel would more than I could, but even then she would always have a scar from what happened to the flock- but we would survive, it was what we were made for. Survival.

That night we packed up our lives into two very nice backpacks, one black one dark blue. Angel had gone dark blue a year ago. We flew half way to New York, and crashed in the trees of a forest somewhere in Northern West Virginia. We could have made it all the way by morning without being too exhausted but there was no reason too, we simply took our time it wasn't like anyone was waiting on us.

I've never written a story like this, so let me know if it's good,

if it is I'll keep going, if not...

It's cool if you don't like it, I totaly understand :-)

Skipp out