Vengeance, and a Wrong Made Right

I remember it as if it were a yesterday, the whole reason I was in this hellhole.

First, Ari nearly killed my flock, and then making a deal with me. He gave me two options, surrender peacefully, and allow my flock to live, or die along with my flock. No matter the consequences, I couldn't allow anything to happen to my flock I gave Fang a feather and asked him to treasure it always.

The few days in the custody of Ari were some of the worst of my life. In addition to the beatings and being locked in a dog crate, Ari would rape me every single night, though thankfully he used protection.

I was almost relieved to see The School. Almost, but not quite. The experiments I had been subjected to before were nothing compared to these. Being submerged in acid to test how much acidity I could take was one of the milder ones. At least I didn't actually feel the burning, seeing as I was unconscious.

Finally, they decided I was a failed specimen, and they planned to let me go, only by Jebs wishes. But there was something they had to do to make sure they could never be exposed. They cut off my wings. (A/N: Max lovers don't kill me, read the entire chapter first) I managed to find the flock by pure dumb luck. I wanted to say my goodbyes and to appoint Fang as permanent leader. They were all against it, they wanted me to stay, and Fang said he would carry me from place to place. I refused, the flock, the sky, and feathers were all signs of the place which once was my life, now only being a place of pain. I can barely even look up at the sky without bursting into tears.

Fang finally realized I wasn't going to come back, and he gave me 3 things. He gave me a feather plucked from his wings, to remember him by if I could ever bring myself to look at it. Secondly he gave me a phone number for his cell phone that he had gotten while I was gone. Lastly, he gave me his best wishes in my new life.

I made my way to New York City by means of hitchhiking. If the person was unlucky enough to attack me, he learned the lesson of his life. I may not have wings anymore, but the rest of my powers and abilities were intact. I bought a loft and decided to paint for a living. I was only 15 when I began.

I found that although I was good at landscapes, I preferred to paint Fang as I remember him, strong, dark, mysterious, and caring. I had an entire wall full of paintings of Fang in flight, resting, sleeping, and walking. One day, about a year after I had escaped the school, I decided to bring a painting of Fang to an art show. I set it up under "Avian American" It drew a large crowd to say the least. One person in particular pushed their way to the front. He looked at me, studying my face, than recognition dawned on him. "Max?"

"Fang, what are you doing here?"

"I came looking for you, something's very wrong with the flock, they've been captured"

"WHAT" I screamed. Fortunately Fang had guided me to the back alley.

"They broke into Itex to find out how they could restore your wings, (My heart swelled at this gesture by my flock, they hadn't given up on me) and found out how. I still have that feather you gave me, so restoring your wings is possible.

"Thank you so much Fang" I was ecstatic. To feel the breeze under my wings again, I would give anything.

"It'll be extremely painful, and your wings will take up to 2 years to return to their normal size." Fang warned

"Do you think I care, what, do you think being trapped on the ground has been a day at the park"

"Alright, lets get started, first you'll need…"

A/N: I'm making this a two-shot, was originally going to be a one-shot, but I decided to give Max her wings back.(So Max lovers, don't kill me or Max will never get her wings back) 10 reviews for the 2nd and last chapter, unless you like unanswered cliffies, well, bye.