A/N: So I'm sorry I haven't updated in about forever. I don't know… I guess I don't really have any excuses other than I just don't like FF as much as I used to.

So a couple things:

1) I am removing all fics but this one. Of Floors and Ceilings was more popular, but I don't care. I kept all my fics, drafts, and writing on a thumb/flash drive, and it crashed. So I lost my Of Floors and Ceilings chappys.

2) Originally this story was going to be about 30 chapters. Well, I lost the energy to write that much because of whatever (a.k.a. Honors classes) so I'm going to finish this one off and make it about… I don't know, two chapters longer?

3) My nose was off color today. It looked orange. I don't know why I just told you that.

So on with the story.

Oh, and btw, the song is Stitches by Haste the Day.

-------------------------------------------

Feyr snored. Loud. Or loudly. I don't care about grammar much. But anyway, it was Feyr's snoring that woke me up.

Grr. Sometimes I wish I was two percent grizzly instead of two percent bird. I usually get over it soon because bears are fat.

Hm… I think I want a muffin. Muffin… Hey, I wonder what the average circumference of a cereal bowl is. So let's say we have this cupcake, but it has no icing on it. Wait, wouldn't that be a muffin? And why the hot sauce would someone in their right mind leave icing off of a cupcake? Must be Itex.

So anyway, back to the snoring. I mean, it's not like I expect for everything I touch to turn to gold or anything, but the Flock really looks Midas-felt in my book. Feyr is a little to imperfect. Every little flaw she has stands clear in my mind like she doesn't belong or something. To be completely honest, she creeps me out, which is saying something because I grew up with Fang.

She doesn't feel right, if you know what I'm saying. I can't talk to her normally.

I yawned, stretching and closing my eyes at the same time. I paused, frozen.

The snoring had stopped.

-------------------------------------------------------

Feyr supposed she should feel guilty about knocking Max out, but the song in her head blocked out any remorse.

Five words, five words is all it would take.
Five words to change your heart and mind.
In the heat of the sun I know you're the only one.
You still can't hold yourself together.

It wasn't necessarily the best song she'd ever heard; that place was still held by her first musical experience. Feyr looked down on the unconscious version of Max and made a snap decision that she liked that version better. It wasn't fair, she knew, but neither was this. She wasn't free. She might have had a better life locked up in that stupid world of hers.

Alone… Alone… All alone you have this conversation

To satisfy your most intimate inner thoughts.
Then you bite your lip when it matters most.
A shade of red in sight.

Feyr jumped out of the cave before anyone else, especially Nudge, woke up. That would be bad, and it would put another person on her conscious.

Not.

She stole through the darkness, anticipating the sunrise. It would bring little creatures like bugs and rats and things. Alive things. Feyr flapped her wings twice as fast as was really needed, admiring how fast the speckled wings could flap. She was glad she was a bird instead of a fish, no matter how beautiful a butterfly-fish was. She'd used Fang's laptop to look it up on Google.

A little squirrel crawled out of its little hole in a tree. Feyr spotted it with predatory eyes. She landed softly on the tree branch next to it and scooped it up in one smooth move.

"Hey, Squirrely!" she exclaimed softly. "What's up?"

Can you taste the blood?
Taste it on your lips.

Feyr tossed away the squirrel's corpse, hoping its little friends would bury it. Death would have come to it eventually, she told herself. She had spared him pneumonia or something painful.

Can squirrels get malaria?

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Can squirrels get malaria?

Angel woke to the random wave. The thought had been from something unfamiliar that she'd never heard before. Danger must be near, she thought. Something bad is happening… It was a minute before she realized: the thought had come from the broken mirror of a mind.

Feyr.

Oh, sexy tomatoes. This really figures.

Rip the seam.
Then I'll show you how the strings become the stitches in your mouth.
In your silence we are louder.
When the strings become the stitches in your mouth.

"Max," she called. The sun wasn't up yet and Angel had a little trouble seeing correctly. "Max!"

A quiet voice answered her. "Shut… up. Go… get… Feyr…" Fang seemed to have trouble keeping the rage out of the choked out the words.

Angel ran out into the morning.

---------------------------------------------------------------

Feyr was in heaven. Raccoon tasted much better than squirrel.

Your growing imagination preparing you for what your heart requires to say.
Then you bit your lip when it matters most.
A shade of red in sight.

She figured she had about five minutes until sunrise. That gave her five minutes to feed. She smiled. Blood was much better than hot dogs, and it stayed down just as well.

"Hello, little bird. What's up? You don't look so well. It must be your feathers. Isn't blue such a dull color? You're very ugly, did you know that? Very ugly. In fact, you have no reason to live."

Can you taste the blood?

Taste it on your lips.

A small gasp came from behind Feyr. "You're… you're…" Angel whimpered.

Rip the seam.
Then I'll show you how the strings become the stitches in your mouth.
In your silence we are louder.
When the strings become the stitches in your mouth.

"Crazy."

Feyr was stunned. She wasn't crazy, she was sane. It wasn't fair for Angel to say such a mean thing. "I hate you," Feyr sneered. "Bird blood taste good. It might taste as good as you."

Feyr grabbed Angel's arm menacingly and held tight. "Go on," Feyr snarled. "Give me what I need, what you owe me. Pay up your blood. You have a bit too much of it."

Angel screamed. It was a loud, pircing wail that resounded through the trees and shook the earth.

"Shut up!" Feyr cried, twisting her arm the wrong way. "Shut up you little brat!"

Angel looked hopeless, standing unarmed with tears rolling silently (finally) down her cheeks.

Five words, repeating over in your head.
That's all you ever have to do.

Iggy listened the scene unfolding from above. It was pathetic.

"Who are you?" whispered Angel. "What have you done with Feyr? The girl I knew was nice. Funny. Sweet. You are evil."

"Angel," Feyr said. Chills crept up Iggy's back. "Angel, my angel, don't you know me?"

Angel's response cut like a knife. "No."

Iggy swooped down next to Angel. "What have you become?" he spat.

"I haven't changed a bit," Feyr argued. "You just turned a blind eye to all of this."

Iggy's mouth dropped open. Touché.

Wings were flapping up above. Fang. Silent as an owl, Fang was hovering up above.

Then he heard the soft thunk of a fist colliding with skin. Fang must have touched down and then and punched Feyr.

"I can't believe you!" Fang had arrived with Nudge. That left Gazzy with the unconscious Max. "I trusted you!" she screamed. "I TRUSTED YOU!!!"

She fell silent, at a loss for words. For once.

Five words, repeating over in your head.
That's all you ever have to do.

A soft click echoed through the forest.

Click.

Where did Nudge get a gun?

Fang stared at her in openmouthed shock. Nudge, the little peacemaker, with a gun?

"I'll shoot," she warned.

"What did I do wrong?" parried Feyr.

Nudge hesitated. "You betrayed our trust," she said finally.

Feyr shrugged and put her hands up. "Okay," she said. "Shoot me."

The gun shook in Nudge's hands.

Five words.
Is it really that hard to say?

"Go ahead," Feyr taunted. "You can't do it."

Nudge closed her eyes and…

You're worth more that this!

And shot Feyr in the leg.

Both girls screamed. But they weren't just girls. They were kids playing with toys, Fang thought. Little kids who didn't understand things.

Feyr clutched at her leg and Fang walked over to her. "How would you feel?" Nudge shouted, but it sounded like it came from a great distance away. "How would you feel if I drank your blood? If I killed you? I felt your hate the first time I saw you!"

Fang knelt down next to her.

"

(1) You're
(2) worth
(3) more
(4) than
(5) this.

"

And Feyr broke down crying.

Rip the seam.
Then I'll show you how the strings become the stitches in your mouth.
In your silence we are louder.
When the strings become the stitches in your mouth.

--------------------------------------------

A/N: Okay, so that's probably been the most disturbing chapter (I scared myself. Feyr went insane) I've ever had to write. It's rushed and badly written, but it gets the point across.

The song is Stitches by Haste the Day. Watch the music video. It's AMAZING!

Originally I was planning to have a big alleyway showdown between Fang and Feyr with Max holding the gun, but this way I can end the story faster.