Fang Pov:
My eyes were closed, my whole body sore and bruised. I had been here for a while, i stopped counting days. I didn't remember if i had passed out, or just fell asleep. It didn't matter. Asleep or awake this place was hell.
And even though the moment passed me by
I still can't turn away
cause all the dreams you'd never thought you'd lose
get tossed along the way
and letters that you never meant to send
get lost or thrown away
I sat up slowly, feeling each knot, bruise and scratch on my body. Some were half healed and some were already scars. I tasted something salty and touched my lips, painfully, running my fingertips across them. They were split, chapped and bleeding. Whether it had happened last night or this afternoon i didn't know. I couldn't see a clock or a window. The walls were cement, lights that mimicked the sun had been put into the ceiling. This was a cage.
And now were gown up orphans
that never knew their names
we don't belong to no one
that's a shame
But if you could hide beside me
maybe for a while
and i won't tell no one your name
and i won't tell no one your name
I wanted to scream, with sadness, anger or something. At the same time i didn't want to speak, because the emotion would show in my voice. I refused to talk, those wretched bastards behind the glass could watch as long as they wanted. I wouldn't say anything for them. i stretched out my wings, wrapping them around my body like a cocoon. My body shook with sadness and grief. Thoughts and memories swirled around my head, i tried not to foucus on any particular one. Seeing her again would be hard, so hard. Her face was already imprinted in my subcontious. She showed up in my dreams, my nightmares. I had mamaged to keep my mind blank for days, but the memories were pushing, aching to be relived.
I blinked and her face flashed through my mind, her smile razor sharp. I felt like screaming, loud enough to shatter the glass, loud enough to make my head spin. I wanted to scream until i fell to the floor and passed out. Max, oh god, max.
The last memory i had of max played through my mind. I tried not to cry as i pictured her face...she was gone now. They had killed her. Tortured her for hours, until she couldn't take it anymore. Then they had dumped her unconscious body in our cell.
Even bruised and broken max still looked like an angel. I had held her in my arms and tried not to cry. She had woken up once, staring at me with those eyes. The fiercest most powerful, loving, understanding and beautiful eyes i have ever seen. Green and grey with rims of brown so dark it was almost black.
"I love you." i had said softly.
"i know," she said smiling, "I love you too." her voice was weak, soft. She didn't talk again but her eyes stayed open.
"Sleep." i had told her quietly. She smiled again and closed her eyes. She didn't open them again.
and scars are souvenirs you never lose
the past is never far
did you lose yourself somewhere out there
did you get to be a star
and don't it make you sad to know that life
is more than who we are
The memory ripped at me, hurting more than all the cuts and burns i had ever received.She was gone, and nothing could ever change that.
we grew up way too fast
and now theres nothing to believe
reruns all become our history
a tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
and i won't tell no one your name
The flock was dead, caught captured, experimented on and dissected. This was the one place none of us ever wanted to see again. And my beloved family had to die here, alone. It made me sick, my breathing quickened and my stomach began to heave.
I could picture them laying on stainless steel tables, cold and broken. my body felt like it was shaking, i was ready to cry, or scream. I pulled my wings away from me so i could breath. I felt something cold in my hand, looking down i saw the glint of steel. metallic against my pale skin. In my palm sat a razor blade, it had cut into my hand, leaving thin lines of crimson. I stared at it for a while...
I think about you all the time
But i don't need the same
it's lonely where you are come back down
and i won't tell them your name
This was were it had begun, where we had been given wings. Where we had found each other, now it was where this would end. Behind my eyes i could see her face. I whispered her name, and then it went black.
and scars are souvenirs you never lose
the past is never far
did you lose yourself somewhere out there
did you get to be a star
and don't it make you sad to know that life
is more than who we are
Jeb Pov:
I opened the door quietly, walking in without a word. The other max followed, silent. The last of the angels was gone. Fang's body lay stomach down, wings out on the soft floor. His eyes were closed, his face relaxed. His wrists were crimsion, blood lay in pools by each hand.
I had known he wouldn't last without her. He hadn't eaten since she died. I turned him over to examine him better. I almost gasped. His skin, now shades lighter, was coated in small cuts and bruises, making him look terrible and gaunt. I glanced at his forearms, aside from the two large gashes there were dozens of smaller ones.
Max II's Pov:
"He.." i stammered, looking at the wounds Fang had given himself. He had loved her, right up until the second he lost consiousness, he loved her. That much we all knew.
I had witnessed my predessesor's death from behind a one way window. I saw how he held her broken body and how even after her death he held her and cried over her.
i watched fang become a zombie, a lifeless being anoung the living. He refused all food and water, he didn't speak, hardly moved. He had made it an amazingly long time, thirteen days. He loved her, rightly so. They had been made to be together, created oppositly enough to fill in the flaws in each other. I looked at his gaunt face. They had been doomed from the start, they were never meant to live long... this was the cruelest of ends.
No Pov:
Today was windy.
In the middle of colorado, next to a house that overlooked the canyon below. He stood, silent and regretful. By his feet lay five urns, full of ash. In his hands was the sixth.
He poured the first urn into the canyon, Angel.
The second, Gazzy.
third, Nudge.
then, iggy.
and, Fang.
He stopped before he poured out the sixth urn. He knew this would be the hardest one. This was maximum, he had raised her, loved her. He had been her father, her protecter. He had betrayed her. He hadn't kept her from the people who wanted to kill her and her family. That is why he was here now, releasing them into the sky. He owed them that togetherness, that peace. He poured the ashes of the last urn into the air, they were snatched up by the wind.
The flock was together, and they were finally free.