Feel free to skip this biography.

So I haven't written anything, other than little story ideas that I never finish, for about three years. I think. Don't quote me on that. But anyway, I love writing. I just never finish anything, as I said before, mainly because I lose interest or run out of ideas. And while it's usually the former, I could still use work on the latter.

So I'm doing this to get the creative juices flowing. Every five songs I shuffle on my iPod I'm going to try and write a one-shot for. So that was my life story. Hope you like this. It was inspired by the song No Sunlight by Death Cab For Cutie.

Bold means song lyrics.

Italics means thoughts.

(For anyone wondering, assume you haven't read ANGEL, this just picks up after FANG, however there may be some ANGEL information in this. Also, I read them a long while ago. Some references may be innacurate.)

Read on!

-Where the actual one-shot starts!-

Fang was in the middle of the forest. Well, not THE forest, but A forest. He really had no idea where he was. And he was starting to think that this hadn't been such a good idea.

I left them.

He shook himself off, almost resembling a dog; except for the humongous, black-so much so they were almost purple-glistening wings that jutted out from his back. He was covered in small water droplets from flying through a rainstorm.

I left them. Alone.

He wandered aimlessly over to a tree and pushed his hand against it, feeling the mossy bark. It felt like it was just about the only stable thing here, and he didn't feel that way from the disorienting flight he'd just experienced.

He punched the tree.

I left her.

Pulling his hand away, he noticed his knuckles were red, and some red dripped off of them. He was bleeding. His hand hurt. And he was freezing.

He couldn't bring himself to care.

He snorted.

Why should he care, when he had removed himself from the only few people, plus a dog, he truly cared about in the whole world?

He shouldn't.

I wish I could just go back.

But where exactly was 'back'? Not back to the Flock, no, not really. He knew that it was detrimental to all of them when he and Max were together.

But oh, how he loved her so, regardless...

However, no, back was not with the Flock. Back was way back. Back to the beginning. When they were all young. When Angel truly was a baby, when Gazzy still idolized Fang and Iggy, when Max had Jeb to take care of everything, when Nudge was still learning how to do hair and the most annoying, saddening thing she had to worry about was breaking a nail...

Fang wished with all his heart he could go back. Before it became the Flocks responsibility, and later on Fang's as a separate entity, to save the entire world and be the poster children for humanity, or the world... One or the other.

But that life ended when Jeb left... After Jeb left, we weren't so carefree anymore. My hopes of us being a family for the rest of our lives and never being chased again disappeared at the same speed as the idealistic things I believed about the world.

Maybe that was when his optimism truly died inside of him. And Max may have brought it back for a short while... And God did he love her... But he knew that Max would make it out of this fight for the world alive...

Fang would not. No one else from the Flock would. Only Max.

And he was okay with that. And that was why he needed to leave. The sooner everything happened-and the ball could only begin rolling in motion when he left Max, and the Flock of course-the sooner Max could begin to get on with he life, restarting the world for everyone who made it through this.

He snorted again and stood up from where he'd slid down the tree trunk in despair.

He hoped there would actually be a world for Max to help, when it was all over, he decided as he took off, and that he did truly need to leave her. Because she was going to be really, really pissed off with him.

-And this is where the on-shot ends!-

So that was kind of short. And fairly depressing. Hopefully not all of them will be like that. I may get to a few more today; I feel like writing after all this time.

So if you liked it, review please, and thanks for reading! If you didn't like it, thanks for reading all the same!

Have a good day!