Ok. I hit major writers block on this one a few days ago, and have been trying to climb the brick wall ever since, but my rope keeps snapping =( So this is the last bit I have written, and its a short one. My apologies for the lack of updates and the ones that will probably ensue over the next few days, as work is eating my sanity til Monday. If you want something to read, Secrets and Sacrifices has a few more updates before I bleed my buffer dry, so do feel free to read that one if you get bored or whatever.

Bare in mind its AU though, no wings.

Crazy: I havent decided what happens to Fang2 yet. Killing him does seem a bit harsh, but ya know, my fingers decide whats happening while im actually writing it, so we'll see

Rehab: An update for you. Apologies for the dry spell x.x

Strawberry: Yeah, i was stood at work making a sammich trying to think of all the little things that she might notice and almost sliced my finger off ^^; I blame Fang.

Wanda: Thats the idea of a parody, lol. Thanks for the review, happy you liked the way it was written ^^

luh-ver4ever: hehe, i just wanna hug him because he's Fang. Just for the awkwardness ;)

Part 25

Fang opened his eyes. Then did so again. Everything around him was black as night, no shapes or shadows determinable as he stared ahead of him. He became aware of the fact he was flat on his back, arms placed next to his body neatly like he'd been placed there.

Not exactly a comforting thought.

He lifted himself to onto his elbows and gazed around him, furrowing his brow at the seemingly endless expanse of darkness every direction he looked in. His pulse started to quicken as he pulled himself to his feet. He felt nothing as he pressed a hand to the floor and get upright, his feet didn't feel like he was standing on anything. Like he was floating as he gazed around him.

Claustrophobia began to creep into his head as the darkness pressed in on him. Fang took a few steps backwards, but it was completely pointless when the darkness enveloped him from every side. He held up his hand in front of him, turning it over to look at the back.

He could see it clearly, like there was a spot light shining on it.

He looked around him, but all it alliterated was the incredible darkness pressing in on his sanity. He checked the rest of him, glancing down at his trousers and examining his arms. They were all the same, like a spotlight was focused on him, yet he saw no light source and cast no shadow.

He stood completely still and listened, but there was nothing to hear. He stamped his foot on the floor, but it made no sound. He brought his arms out wide and clapped his hands together hard, the resulting sound echoed off the indistinguishable walls.

He tried to control his breathing as panic set in. He set his jaw tight as he examined the space around him, trying to figure out where he could be. Wherever he was, it was either the Institute, the School, or if he'd actually had his bird behind hauled into the Itex headquarters itself, these places weren't exactly low tech, his wings and the chip in Max's arm vouched for that.

He deduced he was in some kind of machine, or special room. Though there were no observation windows, no visible cameras, seemingly he'd been dumped in an empty room and left to let his brain devour itself.

Maybe he was dead.

His eyes flickered sideways as a shimmer spread through the walls on his right, then flicked his whole head to the left as the same occurred on that wall. He tensed his body as the shimmering spread around to the wall in front of him, his eyes watching it and it flowed across all of the walls, disturbing the darkness until it wrinkled and swayed like disturbed water.

Then came the light. Fang shot an arm up to shield his eyes, squeezing them shut and turning his head slightly when that failed. All around him the light was blinding, breaking through his eyelids and still threatening to burn his retinas. Barely a second later, the light was gone.

And Fang was falling.

He instant shot out his wings, catching himself and pulling him back up a little. He opened his eyes and blinked away the strange colours burned onto his retinas, flapping just enough to keep himself airborne as his eyes readjusted to the normal light.

He could hear birds. Feel the wind under his wings. A chopper's blades. The sun on his skin. Opening his eyes once more, Fang couldn't stop them widening as he looked about him. He was floating above a city, a way off the top of a skyscraper, watching the traffic flow past below. A quick check of the sun's position showed it was approximately midday.

What the he- He dropped instinctively at the sound of a bullet, feeling it whiz barely an inch away from his down turned wing as he did a quick three-sixty. The chopper's blades were louder. He turned his head towards them and instantly dropped another few hundred feet.

Out of the doors of the helicopter leant black clad people, aiming guns at him.

Fang swooped below the chopper and turned up to come up behind it, wasting no time in making a hasty retreat from the area while the chopper's inhabitants tried to find him again. That bullet had singed one of his feathers, painfully. It had some so close to knocking him out of the sky.

If this was his termination, he craved the fluid filled needles all the failed experiments back in his room in the School had the pleasure of.