FANG: The Missing Chapter
Now, flying is the best thing to imagine. No, scratch that. It's the best thing in the world.
But no matter how many tests the white coats could put you through for endurance, speed, or strength, you'd never know what the word flying truly means. You'd never be able to experience what freedom is all about; never know what it'd be like high up in the sky with the wind through your wings. It's sheer bliss I tell you.
But since Dylan hasn't learned how to fly I'll be teaching him VIP style; AKA, the quickest way to learn.
"You're not really going to push me off the roof, are you?"
"You have to learn two things first," I explained then murmured under my breath. "Before I do such a tragic thing,"
Suspicious, he asked. "What things?"
"The three W's," I answered quickly.
"Three W's?" he echoed.
"Wind, Wings, Wits. Can't survive without 'em,"
You mainly need the wits, but the wings are a sweet bonus. I guarantee it.
"Check, check, and check," Dylan said, easily keeping up with me as we strode up the stairs.
Inwardly I scoffed. We'd hardly reached the roof yet and already he's checked off wind. I highly doubted those wits of his.
"Also very important," I added, my footsteps making clank, clank sounds as they touched the metal steps. "Flying equals fun, which equals to freedom; or F.F.F. for shortening purposes. They go hand in hand together like white coats on white coats,"
"Gotchya. Moving on to the second thing if you please,"
"The second thing, my friend, is that you are a first-timer," I remarked, having reached the last step.
"I apologize," Dylan said automatically.
"And first-timers," I continued, "make mistakes. Even I make 'em,"
"You don't say," he commented.
"Constantly actually." I replied albeit with a wince. "But the important thing is to learn from your mistakes and to never give up,"
He preached to himself. "Never give up. Got it,"
I opened the door that led to the roof. "Now remember. Fun equals to flying, which equals to freedom," I asserted, confidently striding over to the edge of the roof.
A puzzled frown turned up. "But I thought you said, 'Freedom equals to flying which equ—aagh!"
But in Dylan's case, I purposely didn't mention that F.F.F. could also stand for something else entirely. Oops.
"Same thing! Without the aagh!" I shouted, fighting off a grin. Dylan forgot to snap his wings out.
Now what F.F.F. really stands for him?
Falling (screaming is optional); First-aid (for emergencies), and Failure (no one's perfect).
Good thing I brought band-aids.
A/N Hey everyone! Well, as you can see this is my entry for the Fang contest... I am quite aware how it barely fits from chapter 35 and 36 because I wrote this out and sent it before I ever read the book (which I did get to read 4 months later T_T) so considering the way it is... Think of it like -hmmm, like the Lion King 1/2. Random but still with benefits ^^
Hope you all enjoyed!
