Author's Note: Err… A spoiler I suppose. Takes place after Vicious fights Spike and concerns… ummm… "Birdy's" feelings about things…
I remember that day all too well. I had waited and waited in my cage for Vicious to come back. He had refused to let me join him in this battle, so waiting was all I could do. So hours passed me by. Occasionally, I would hear footsteps coming up the stairs of our apartment building and begin to flap my wings in anticipation. But it was never Vicious coming home. He'd never walk those stairs again. Finally, after repeatedly slamming my body against the side of my cage, the cage fell off its hanger and the door broke open. I flew out of the cage and through an open window to go look for Vicious. I eventually found him, lying face up in a puddle of blood, with that same stupid crazed look on his face that's always there. I pecked slightly at his arm and decided he wasn't tasty. I wish I had never found him. I would have preferred to expend so much energy on finding something worth eating. I was hungry. I would have cried myself to sleep that night, but you know, I'm just a stupid bird. I couldn't write or say or even think how I felt about Vicious because I'm just a stupid bird. I'll never forgive myself for having a brain the size of a pea that day. Three years later, and I still have the same pea-sized brain. But even wishing for a bigger brain can't speed up evolution.
