Echo Of Insanity
Chapter One- The Beginning
A/N: I am a girl writing (mainly) from the point of view of a guy. (Fang) Nobody mess up that point. Fang just comes naturally to me.
3rd person pov
The fire held him entranced. The flames seemed to dance as they cast a red light on the figures of the sleeping flock that surrounded it, and dark shadows elsewhere. Fang tore his gaze from the leaping fire and looked around the flocks small camp, and the area beyond it. To his right lay Nudge and Angel in a vague heart shape with Total nestled in the middle. He bet it was warm between the two girls. Angel hugged Celeste close to her chest and one hand resting on Total. The small black dog yawned as if he sensed Fang's eyes on him. Nudge, for once, had her mouth shut.
To his left Iggy's mouth hung open, his wings were stretched out a little and lay relaxed on his back. His arm was thrown over Gazzy's stomach. The eight year old was snoring loudly. Perhaps that's why he never heard their approach, or perhaps because directly ahead of him, sleeping peacefully lay Max.
Her hair was spread around her head like halo. She faced outwards from their little circle, protecting the flock even in sleep. Fangs face relaxed into a slightly tired smile as he looked at her. His heart began to beat a little faster, he could feel his pulse jumping in his throat. It was always this way when he looked at Max.
He was not so disciplined as to stop his gaze from sliding down her sleeping figure, following every curve and line. He drank her in like he was a boy dying of thirst and she was water. Filling his sight with her profile, but it was not enough, he knew that. He knew that it would never be enough. The stolen kisses he had gotten from her haunted him in these moments, when it was just him and the night sky.
A twig broke. He snapped around to face the sound. Nothing. Perhaps a small animal. Or perhaps not. Life's experiences had taught him otherwise. Fang stood up and began a tight 360.
His fists stood bunched before him, feet spread into a fighting stance. Fang's breath fogged up in front of his face, shrouding it in mist. It was getting cold early for October. The leaves were only just beginning to change, the edges tinted with the Autumns fiery colours.
Behind Fang a yellow eye was caught in the firelight. Dripping fangs shone sick in grins made twisted by the flickering flames.
The eraser's plan was simple: capture the dark one and the leader and 'the flock' would plunge into chaos. And here, so nicely positioned were the two they wanted, one asleep and one with his back turned.
Fang had no time to react. He had just enough to feel a new burst of hate and anger bury itself within him before he was on the ground. The last thing he saw was a black boot coming towards his head, the last thing he felt was his head snap to the side, the last thing he tasted was his own blood filling his mouth with its metallic taste. Before the blackness came. His last thought bounced and echoed throughout the dark, one word repeated over and over…..Max.