This is the alternate ending that I created for people (like me) who don't really like the prospect of Fang dying.
Again, I don't own the song or Fang. I just wish I did.
(continued:) He fervently wished that Max and the flock could feel safe, holed up somewhere protected and impenetrable, but they never really could. Walls would always be confining and stifling, thanks to the freaking Whitecoats. They could never feel sheltered, because with that came imprisonment.
Now I'm standing on the rooftop.
As he listened to the riotous, harmonious, passionate music blaring into his ears, he made up his mind. He hopped nimbly up in one fluid movement, so that he was balanced on the low wall, hundreds of feet in the air. He rose to his tiptoes and slowly spread his wings, feeling the chilly night air whip around his face.
He closed his eyes, smiled slightly, and took a deep breath, his features smoothing out into an expression of intense serenity. And he leaped off into the air, his wings tucked tightly against his back.
Now I'm standing on the rooftop, ready to fall.
And he fell.
I'm standing on the rooftop, ready to fall.
And fell, and fell. Eventually he opened his eyes - he was no coward - and saw the ground rushing up to him, faster than he was used to. He was about to strike the unforgiving pavement when all of the sudden, flashes of memories bombarded him. Memories of he and Max, Max and the rest of the flock, swift snippets of the individual members of his family, and Max. Mostly Max. He saw:
He and the flock staying at Max's Mom's house, playing Ella's board games. Every time they played Taboo, he and Max dominated, and when they played Apples To Apples, it always came down to he and Max in the lead, because they knew each other so well.
I think I'm at the edge now, but I could be wrong.
He and the flock eating popcorn (3 bags each), with him and Max throwing it at each other to catch it in the air.
I'm standing on the rooftop, ready to fall.
The way Max looked in battle, bright splashes of blood on her face and a gleam in her eye.
The way Max had looked (and looked at him) during Total and Akila's wedding.
Now I'm standing on the rooftop (ready to fall).
The first time Max had kissed him, when he was hurt on the beach.
Now I'm standing on the rooftop (ready to fall).
Max saying she loved him, while she was dopey on meds.
Now I'm standing on the rooftop (ready to fall).
Max saying she loved him (Iggy told him later, and he continuously imaged it) and meaning it, then saving his life.
Now I'm standing on the rooftop, ready to fall.
An overwhelming burst of chaotic emotions struck his gut, and he changed his mind in an instant. He snapped out his wings, mere yards from the near-deserted alley below. He arced around and executed a perfect upwards swoop, shooting back up into the sky. He knew what he was doing now; he had his point of life.
And he beamed as he flew off to go find his infallible reason to live.
Again, I sincerely encourage you to watch the music video to the song. The band is amazing, because they actually care about stuff bigger than themselves, and they make some awesome music. Plus, Tim's eyes! If you like the video, a similar (humanitarian) one is Prayer of the Refugee.
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