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Fang POV
They know. They have to know. I know they know. I promised myself I would never let anyone get involved. But they know. What do they know you ask? Well, it's something I never wanted to get out. They know I'm hiding something. They know I've changed. That's what they know.
But the actual secret is so much worse. It's something so dark, so horrible, so… so pathetic they can never find out. If they do, they'll scream. She will scream. She will leave. They all will.
I know what you're thinking, no, they won't. They love you. They would never leave; they would accept you no matter what. They would love you no matter what. Well, I can tell you one thing for sure, you're wrong.
No, it's not what you think. I'm not on the other side. I will never be on the other side, even if… even if that's what they planned. I'm not dangerous either. Well, not to the flock anyway. I will never hurt them. There is no way. I'm not part something else, only your average avian American, like them. I won't turn into an eraser under a full moon; I won't burn in the daylight; I won't even grow claws when I'm angry. No, I'm not different. Well, at least not anymore.
But I do have a secret. I have to keep this secret. I have to. No one will ever find out. I haven't told anyone. I never will. The only other place this little part of my life is stored is in my notebook. My black notebook, filled with red pen, cover to cover. No one will ever lay a hand on that book. No one will ever even know about that book. That's for damn sure.
I'm sure you're out of ideas yourself about my little secret. I mean no one would guess I would be capable of what I did, what I am doing. No one, especially you, would even think I would choose this option; prefer this way to deal. But I did.
Do you want to know? I'm sure you do. Well, fine then. I'll tell you. I'm sick.
No, I'm not dying. I'm not sick with a virus. No, not that kind of sick. I'm more healthy than anyone of the flock members, and they are the most healthy people on earth. I can't even remember the last time anyone of us got a cold. You know what? I don't think we ever did.
But, no, I'm not sick. I'm sick. Mentally, I mean. It's not a disorder. I'm not schizo or anything like that. I could cure myself, but I choose not to. I chose to do this.
No, I'm not telling you what it is. You'll run too. Just like them. I know you would.
Third Person POV
It was night. A very dark, clear night. The flock was settled in a cave, high up in the mountains. They were settled down somewhere in Arizona, after a long day flying. They weren't going anywhere in particular at the moment. They had no motive to even move, except it would be too easy for the erasers to find them if they didn't.
A fire was blazing in the center, giving off eerie, ominous shadows against the stone walls. Angel and Nudge slept soundly in a back corner of the cave; Nudge's arm thrown over Angel's waist; Total curled up with Angel. Iggy and Gazzy were on the fast track to following the younger girls' example in the other corner. Max sat by the fire, fully awake on watch. And Fang, well, Fang was around.
'He never sleeps does he?' Max asked herself as she stared into the embers of the fire. She could hear him ruffling around in his backpack for something, apparently something important. Very important, for the next thing she knew he was by her side turning her around to face him.
"Listen Max, I have to go out for a bit tonight okay? You'll be okay without me for a few hours right?" Fang asked her.
Max stared up at his face in confusion. Confusion not made by his words, but from how he acted. He was jumpy and nervous, and Fang was never nervous. And that was scary in itself, the fact that she could see he was nervous. He never showed emotion this freely, either. But what scared her most was how he looked. Whenever she thought of Fang she could picture him perfectly, flawlessly. For that was how she envisioned him. He was how she envisioned the perfect man to be. His flawless skin, so smooth, made his already handsome features absolutely pure. He had deep, dark eyes that you just got lost in. He had thick, dark hair you could run your fingers through. And his lips, God, she only tasted them once, but that was enough to satisfy her for a month. His lips tasted of all that was Fang himself, dark, sweet, perfect.
But today, he didn't look like the Fang she knew. Today, his skin was pale, paler than normal anyway; his eyes bloodshot. However his hair still seemed to fall perfectly over his eyes, and his lips, well his lips still looked utterly kissable. But this was not the Fang she knew. Something was wrong. Really wrong.
"Max?" Fang asked after a few moments of silence. "Did you hear me?"
"Umm, yeah, uh, sorry Fang. You just caught me off guard. You know, talking to me and all." Max asked bitterly. 'Okay, so now he talks to me? Something might be wrong, but he doesn't get off treating me like a pariah without some consequences.'
"Yeah, I'm real sorry about that, but it's for the best, really it is. And we can talk about this later, because right now I really have to go."
"Where? What do you have to do?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Why won't you tell me?"
"It has nothing to do with you, alright? So just get off my back." Fang snapped.
"Nothing to do with me? Fang damn it! What do you think would happen to me if you don't come back?" Max whispered harshly as to not wake the sleeping.
"I'll come back. It's just a few hours. I swear."
"Don't give me that shit. I know you want to leave. And even if you did actually plan on coming back, what would happen if our great friend Ari decides to show up when you're alone. Now, I know you think your superman, but even you can't handle all those eraser lackeys that hang around him. What if you get hurt?"
"I won't. God Max! I'm not a little kid anymore. I grew up, just like you did. You don't have to treat me like I'm your damn child! Because, incase you forgot, I'm NOT!"
"I know you're not."
"Well, start acting like you know it. I am just two months younger than you, and believe me, those two months were made up for. Now, I have some personal business to attend to, do you need me here or not?"
Max just stared up at him incredulously. "When did it get this way between us? When did you get this way? You never used to treat me like I was just a thorn in your already fucked up life."
"Believe me, you're not. But I really have to leave. Please."
'Please? He said please? He's begging?' "Fine" Max whispered, "Go, I'll be fine until you get back."
"I will come back, Max. I will always come back. You should know that by now. I can't just leave. You would be dead from falling 1500 feet, and making a Max pancake on the ground."
"Ha-ha, you're funny." She replied dryly.
Fang sighed. "I know, Max. I know things are screwed up right now. I know it's my fault. I just, I, never mind. I'll see you before dawn breaks."
And before she could stop him, he jumped of the side of the cliff, spread his jet black wings, and flew toward the full moon.
Max POV
Why would he do this? No, forget that. How could he do this? I mean a few hours? What could he possible need to do for a few hours, at midnight, by himself, alone? Is he trying to kill me, because he's doing a very good job. Killer glances, secluded attitude, major mood swings, midnight projects, and evasiveness. It's all going to suffocate me I swear! I can not take care of this flock and be a victim to Fang's emotional side effects. I just can't! He's worse than a pregnant woman!
I mean if he just talked to me for crying out loud. If he just asked for some help, if he just told me what the fuck was going on in his head then maybe, just maybe everything wouldn't be all screwy!
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him! God, he makes me want to punch his lights out, and I will too if he doesn't get out of this stage, and soon. I mean one moment he's the normal Fang, the next he's terminator Fang, and then he's… depressed?
Wait, Fang depressed? Is that it? Is that why he's been so dark? Is he depressed?
I open my eyes to take a look around the cave, anything to get my mind off its recent turn. I couldn't bear to think that Fang might be depressed.
The fire still burns strongly. Its flames taunting me, as if saying 'I could go out any moment, and then where would you be?'
'No where' I thought. 'I would be no where, because Fang wouldn't be there to put the fire back up.'
I shook my head, no, I will not think about him. Not now, not here where my thoughts could run wild, just like the flames of the fire wish to do.
I peek over at the flock, all 5, no, all 4 sleeping soundly. Sleep was the only freedom of our problems. Sleep is the only place were we don't have to worry about anything. Sleep is a place we relish in every night, our own personal safe haven away from everything we thought unfit.
The flock's steady breathing seemed to calm down my nerves. That was until I saw it.
It was right there. It changed everything I thought I knew to be true. It was spilt out of his forgotten backpack. It was black, and filled with red.
It was Fang's notebook.
Okay, really, sorry about ending it there. Next chapter is kind of a bridge chapter, but it's an important one.
Next Chapter: You find out Fang's 'sickness' Some conflicting Max thoughts.
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