Hey guys, this is my second story on Fanfiction, and I hope you like it! Um. It's going to be a two-shot or three-shot I don't think anymore then that. But if it happens it happens. Enjoy -PartyLikeAMutant
Fang's POV
I wasn't thinking straight the night it happened, my adrenaline was at its highest and my mind was on overdrive. The only thing that I could think of was getting revenge on Dylan. He had taken my place in the flock, and stole the love of my life. Life for him must be going just great but it wont be for long, as long as I'm still standing.
I had told Max and the others I had left to protect them and they believed it. If only they knew what I was really planning the day I left.
I had told Max and the others I had left to protect them and they believed me, but what they didn't know is that I wasn't leaving the Flock permanently. I just had to get Dylan out of the way before I came back and the only way I could guarantee that he would never come back was if I killed him.
Yes I know, murder is one of the worst sins. But it had to be done. I hope Max will understand in the end, if she doesn't, there's really no point in living. I'm doing this for her. For us. I'm going to strike at night, when the rest of the flock is sleeping. I'll have to come through his window so I don't risk being heard or spotted in the halls. And after I break in, anything can happen.
I stood up off the cold damp cave floor and walked to the edge where it dropped off about 100 feet. It was time. A leapt into the air free-falling, until I was about to hit the tree's, then I spread my wings out and pushed down. I flew just above them. Blending into the shadows. Flapping my wings only a few times when I needed to, trying not to make too much movement. The moon made a nice light so I could see the house perfectly. I silently drifted up to his window and landed on the windowsill.
I knelt down and looked through the window, and there he was. Sleeping on his bed, looking so innocent and fragile, but I knew better, I knew Dylan was trying to take Max away from me, and take my place in the flock, and that's not going to happen on my account. I'm going to make it long and painful, strangling him. Staring into his eyes while he begs for mercy, when he takes his last breath.
I silently opened the window, then carefully placing my feet on the ground. I headed one step at a time over to Dylan's bed. I stood there at the side of his bed staring down at him. I got my hands ready and I mumbled under my breath "I hope your having a dream about Max because it's going to be the last time you see her."
I must have said it a little to loud because his eyes opened and focused on me and he groaned, "Fang?" It was now or never. I grabbed his neck and squeezed it as hard as I could, half hoping he would suffer more than I have these past couple weeks.
Dylan had fear in his eyes and his expression looked like he was about to crap himself. I loved it. But then all of a sudden it was like he was a different person, his expression changed to serious and his eyes no longer showed fear. They were filled with evil. Then the unexpected happened, he grinned. The next thing I knew his fist came up from the bed and he hit me right in the nose. I let go of his neck and stumbled back, I had to blink a couple of times to realize what just happened. I looked at Dylan. He was now standing up straight with the same grin he had before.
I had one second to say, "That wasn't very nice," before he ran at an amazing speed at me. Time seemed to go by slowly as he rammed me into the window. Glass shattered everywhere as we plummeted into the dark abyss below.
I tried to spread my wings but he had his arms wrapped around me holding them down. The only person who could stop us was Dylan. I yelled at the top of my lungs so he could hear me over the whistle of the air going past us, "Let me go your going to kill us both!" But his smiled just got bigger. I then saw the shadow of his wings come out from the moon glow. But not for the purpose I thought. He then started flapping toward the ground. He was making us go faster. What's wrong with him? I struggled with every ounce of my strength trying to get free. But he wasnt budging. I looked down and braced myself for impact.
And that's part one!