Hey guys! I know, I've been kind of a lost author. And I'm terribly sorry for that. Oh, and I'm also extremely sorry for that outburst I had. One of my readers, and good internet friends made me realize that it shouldn't matter. Point is, people are reading, and I enjoy writing, so that's all that should matter to me. Reviews are nice, but they aren't everything. So here's your much-deserved chapter!
Zach: Enjoy! And would anyone happen to have a pair of scissors...?
Abby: Ignore him. Just read. -smiles-

Blake POV

I felt like a part of me had been ripped out of me with rusty spoons. That part? My heart. Not to sound all cliche or anything... Well, mission failed, but that's not the point. My God damn point is that they took me. They took me away from Fallon and expected me to be okay with it. They just shove more needles into me, and I can feel myself fighting the insanity.

That's not the worst part of it, though. They took her, too. And they were planning on either cutting her wings off or inserting fake sperm into her. But again, that's not the worst. I have to watch it all. The room that I'm in has a glass wall.. connected to the operating room that Fallon would be carried into in six minutes. They were going to torture her physically, and torture me mentally, by having to watch the love of my life be in excrutiating pain.

Three minutes.

A white coat walked in with a needle in hand.

"You. You see this here needle? Yeah, well it's going right up your little teenage arse if you don't watch willingly. Otherwise, it'll just force you to watch, by making your eyes stay open and focused on one target." He spoke like the man on the night bus in Harry Potter. Then he pulled out another needle.

"This one... well, you'll find out soon enough." He stuck the sharp point into my spine. I yelled out in pain and knocked my cage over onto the man's legs. It hit his knee cap and I reached my hand out and grabbed, then twisted said knee cap. The man yelled out in pain.

"You'll pay for this you mother..." His words faded out as he limped out of the door.

Shortly after, I saw five Whitecoats walk into the room next to mine. Four were restraining a dark haired girl, and the other was rearranging the extemely sharp cutting objects. They had decided on inserting the fake sperm into Fallon. And I was forced to watch. Those sick bastards had no consciences. I hated them. I hated them so much.

Another man walked into my room and lifted my cage back onto the table I was on top of. I saw Fallon look up from her restraints and into my eyes. A tear fell from her golden eyes.

They started up a bunch of scientific things (you think I'm actually aware of all of this technology? Hello! A few days ago I was a normal teenager!) The man who was rearranging the sharp tools stuck a needle into Fallon, which I assumed made her go numb. They spun her around so I couldn't see what they were doing, but had to watch her face. One of the ladies picked up a shiny tool and moved it towards her... you know. Fallon's middle heaved up in pain. I couldn't help myself.

"STOP! STOP! DON'T HURT HER! I'LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING, GOD DAMMIT! JUST LEAVE HER ALONE, YOU SICK BASTARDS!"

All of the whitecoats in Fallon's room looked up, having heard me. Their faces contorted into sadistic smiles. They pulled the tool out of Fallon and her body went limp across the table. I heard the clicking of high heels on the linolium behind me.

"Anything? Oh really, now, Blake, dear, zat is much too kind of you. But you know just vat I vant from you. Should you choose to accept. Or ve could keep going with your beloved bird girl."

I knew my consequences. It could make Fallon hate me forever. It could make Gazzy's flock, my sister and Fallon's brother, hate me. But it was a risk I had to take. I couldn't lose Fallon without putting up a fight. I swallowed and took a deep breath.

"When do we have to do it?"

I hope this was worth the wait! I've had writer's block and just haven't been able to do anything with the story... Or any of my stories for that matter. So I just decided to wing it. And for winging it, I think I did alright.
Zach: -chuckles- teeheehee.. hahaha... bahahaa.
Abby: Zach... Zach, dear... I've been worried about you for quite a while... However, I do think you've finally reached insanity. Why are you laughing?
Zach: You don't get it? Winging it... they're bird kids... they have wings... VLAHAHAH VLAHHAHAHA VLAHAHAHHA

Anyways, I'm getting kicked off the darn computer, so I can't write more about what I wanted to. Point is, follow me on my tumblr, . com (minus spaces of course) and you'll find that when you know what's going on with my personal life, you can see why it takes a long time to update sometimes.

Love and Angry Parentals,
Abby