I know I should be working on my other stories, but I haven't gotten any reviews on them. So here is the story I've had in my had for months, please, please review. It will get less confusing further on as more details are filled in. Oh and a little description on Fang's friend.
Black, shoulder length hair. Rich brown eyes with flecks of gold and autumn, with high cheekbones and heart shaped face. Oh and he waxs his eyebrows and is French as well. Just something to hold in your head.
Fang's wings caught the updraft of wind, Nudge's rambling momentarily stopping as she closer her eyes to enjoy it. Fang instantly turned to look at Max, her slightly stony expression softened, they were free. Not just free, but safe. Fang's hopes that they were finally going to be alright were drawn to a brutal halt as a shot rang out. Max turned with a alarmed expression at Fang's startled, pained noise as the bullet went through his wing. Before she could move the catch him, a figure plowed into her. The pain was blinding for Fang as he fell, his wing crippled with the other working desperately to slow his fall. But there was a reason that that birds had too wings. Two just didn't cut it.
Fang jolted out of the nightmare, or rather, flashback, panting as he looked around the room. The dark blue walls were lit by the sun that managed to get past the black curtains, and his friend Devon stood, leaning against the wall opposite of him, his signature lollipop held in his right hand. Fang could hardly believe how much had changed, in those two years since he had been shot from the sky, he'd lost all connection to his flock. It was like they'd vanished off the face of the earth. No sightings, no hearings, nothing. The avian American shook off the thoughts, rising to shake out his wings, not even looking at the teenager still leaning against the wall. Devon Savage had been his best friend since they first met. But before that, well... It was a long story.
Fang lifted himself weakly, looking around at the white walls, his paranoia coming in a rush. But that was all it was, no restraints, no drugs, nothing to show that he was in any kind of lab except for the heavy antiseptic smell and the sterilized white surfaces. "Good to see your awake. Do you remember what happened. It looked like you... wing... had been shot. But you seem fairly undamaged from the fall, and the bone has already healed." Fang's head snapped up at the woman's voice. She was small, with blond hair pulled into a tight bun and a clip board held against her chest. But there was no way what so ever that Fang was trusting her. "No, nothing. Where am I?" Good job Fang, play innocent. Fang instantly dismissed the thought, his eyes flickering around, trying to memorize everything. But he couldn't help but notice the way she left the door open behind her, even as she walked over to him, taking a seat beside the bed. Fang pushed away the urge to pull away from her make for the door. It was better to know everything before taking action. "Your in the hospital in Alabama. I'm Nicole Jasmer. What's your name?" Fang eyed her cautiously, more confused than weary now. The white coats had never done something like this before, and never before had a location been disclosed, even a fake one. But still, he wasn't going to trust her. "Nicolas." The nurse nodded briefly, scribbling something down on her clipboard, he was surprised she didn't ask about his last name. "I'm going to assume from the wings, that your one of the experiments. So you probably don't know your parents. My boss took a blood sample to identify and locate your parents. The results should come in soon. Until then, I'll try and get the paperwork to get you out."
"Your spacing again Fang." Fang's head snapped up as he looked over at his best friend. That is how it had happened, the tests had come in, and before Fang even knew what was happening. He'd met his mother. A tough-talking, fierce, MMA fighter turned lawyer. Narcissa Ravenwood, married to his step-father Justice Ravenwood. The Ravenwood actual came from his mother's side, she'd been too stubborn to replace her last name. So his father had instead. Fang shook off the thoughts as his little sister, Megalinja bounced into the room, her brown curls dancing as if they had a mind of their own. "Fang!" At that point Fang couldn't exactly deny how much he loved his seven year old sister, that had greeted him the very first day with the statement that she'd always wanted a brother. He'd loved her then and there. The avian American laughed as the little girl threw herself at him, Devon pushing himself away from the wall to take her from him before she throttled him. "I take it we're about to be late?" Fang asked looking at the French singer. Yes, his best friend, Devon Savage was a singer, with a voice range that held everything from Bass to Soprano Countertenor. Fang still couldn't quite grasp how much his life had changed since his mother had walked into that hospital with her Armani suit, Ferrari Enzo and authoritative air. He hadn't thought he'd get along with her then, until the moment the room was empty she yanked the sunglasses off, dropped the stoic expression and hugged him then and there.
Fang smiled strangely, watching Devon set Megan down and pat her curls before she danced off, singing along with Fang's radio playing Dark Side Of The Sun. "Fang, you need to get to school, and Devon I know your up there. Make sure Victor stays out of my house or I'm beating him out with a hot frying pan when I get back from this case." Fang and Devon shared amused looks at Narcissa's shrew. She had as sharp of a mind as she did a tongue, and she was in the top five list of lawyers. She lived to the best, whether it was MMA fighting or criminology. Fang couldn't help but love her, even if she could drive anyone nuts and couldn't even boil water without making a bomb.
So? Love, hate?