"We'll have to break the glass," Fang remarked. I scanned the room, looking for something to shatter it. "Aha!" I tentatively picked up a heavy, red fire extinguisher. Fang held out his palms, gesturing for me to hand it to him.

I ignored him and thrust it into the surface anyway. There was a loud crash before the tinkling of broken shards hitting the ground sounded. Fang shook his head but said nothing. The edges of the window still protruded sharply in pointed spikes.

"Let's get Foxx out first," I said. Fang nodded. "This is Foxx, can someone carry her for a second?" I called out.

Max's voice replied, "I'll do it!" Fang and I lifted her through the window, careful not to cut her body on the glass. I stepped cautiously around the shards, as my feet were bare and so were Fang's.

When her body tumbled over the edge, I heard an "Oof!" "I've got her," Max reassured. I responded, "Thanks!"

"You next," Fang told me. "No you," I said. "Besides, you can help me out when you're done." Fang looked reluctant but eventually eased himself through the window. He had a more muscular and broad body, so he had to take extra precautions.

He reached back in for me when he was done. I had to keep my wings tucked closely in and I was just barely avoiding slicing my abdomen. I heard familiar growls behind me. I gasped, and in doing so lost my balance. I hissed in pain as glass cut into my side. Though it was shallow, it hurt like hell.

I grit my teeth from crying out. "Eraser's," I ground out. "I know," Fang was trying to shroud himself in calmness, but his panic was evident in his clumsy but efficient way of pulling me out. It wasn't hard considering both Foxx and I had small enough bodies to worm our way through. I would have fallen had he not been ready to catch me. I found myself being clutched to his chest, my arms wound around his neck.

I extended my wings and jerked away from him, acutely aware of the stinging and burning on my ribs. Tears pricked the back of my eyes from the pain of my scrapes. I knew I was being petty and shallow to Fang, but I was mad… And hurt. I wasn't going to focus on the logical side of things, just the part of me that was feeling. I needed to stop, I was going to stop, I mentally scolded myself.

Another pained expression flitted over Fang's features. "Are you alright," he asked. I noticed the blood soaking through my white shirt. "I'm fine," I lied. He looked skeptical but didn't answer again. "Eraser's," Max pointed to the window, where an eraser was struggling to fit is large body into the small frame. "We need to go."

I glanced at the rest of the Flock. Dylan grimaced at the sight of me, sadly, as if he were in pain too, murmured, "Skylar." He said my name like a blessing and a curse. My best friend, my brother.

Both Angel's and Nudge's faces were white with terror. But at what? I followed their line of sight to myself, back to the blood. "Really," I supplied. "I'm fine." Pain was radiating from my wound and my sight was growing blurry. "No you're not," Angel argued. "I can read your mind. You're hurting badly." The edges of my vision were clouded with black spots that were spreading over the expanse of my sight.

I opened my mouth to tell her she was wrong, and she needed to get out of my head. But I found myself losing all sense of coherent thinking as my world went dark. I was vaguely aware of being caught by strong arms and voices echoed in my head. Then... I fainted.

Later:

"Skylar!" A voice whispered. Or at least it sounded like a whisper to me. Max's voice then quipped, "I'm sorry for this." What were they talking about? I wondered.

Suddenly, it was as if my head had been submerged in ice. Frigid water was poured over my face. I opened my mouth to breathe but I simply inhaled it instead.

I sat up, gasping for breath. I could feel the water in my throat, blocking my airways. Fang began patting my back hard. "Nice job," Fang quipped. "You choked her."

Max looked pointedly at him, "Correction, I woke her up." Fang's eyes narrowed, "By choking her." "Details, details," she excused.

My lungs burned as I coughed until I could finally breathe again. "Both of you... Shut up," I wheezed.

Then the first round of pain began to hit from my side. It was as if the wound had been doused in fire, the skin was burning with white hot pain.

"Don't let her touch it!" Fang grabbed my hands before I clutch my ribs. "You can't touch it, you'll make the bleeding worse," he informed me, stressed.

Tears began to stream down my face besides my best efforts to not cry. I grit my teeth but it still didn't hold back the scream. I screamed until it was as if my lungs were bleeding.

Fang's eyes widened in horror. He held my torso up so I couldn't curl into myself and make the injury worse. Every muscle in my body told me to grab my side and curl into a ball. To make the pain stop.

"Please," I whimpered. Fang shut his eyes and wouldn't look at me. Another wave of pain washed over me, it was cold.

I felt as if my entire stomach was frozen with ice and sharp cold needles that poked every inch of my flesh. It wasn't as bad as the last. But it still left me screaming.

My next plea came out as a yell. "Please!" I was begging. "Stop it! Stop what you're doing to her!" Dylan roared.

Max jumped to Fang's defense, "He's not doing anything." Dylan looked prepared to hurt somebody.

"Don't you dare," Iggy stepped in front of Max. Max ignored them and turned to the rest of the Flock, "Into the next room. Now!"

Foxx refused to leave. "Go now," Max ground out as yet another heated feeling seared my side and I screeched. The pain ripped through me.

"I'm not leaving her," Foxx stood her ground. "Skylar's going to get us kicked out of the hotel," Iggy was rushing around the room, looking for something. Finally he picked up a small towel.

Max was furious but turned her attention away from Foxx. "Do it." Iggy approached me, but I didn't focus on him. The pain was blinding and the tears blurred my vision. "I'm sorry."

I felt the towel being stuffed into my mouth, muffling the screams. Fang's grip on me was tight and his eyes were squeezed shut.

It was an eternity, years passed during the time of the pain, the agony, and the screams. Every fiber of my being was scorched with fire and bitten by the cold. But when pain stopped, my skin was normal. No burns, no frost. Just skin. Normal skin

I was panting and crying. Trying to breathe and trying assure myself it was over. Shivers racked my body; Hiccups surged through my throat and tears stung my eyes.

Fang slowly lifted up the hem of my shirt until all of my side was exposed. The tape from the bandages were being ripped of my skin when several gasps erupted.

"It's gone," Foxx remarked quietly. Fang's fingertips gently traced my ribs. He was watching me closely to observe any reaction. My body felt heavy with exhaustion but all traces of excruciating pain was gone.

"She healed herself," Fang muttered. Dylan was slumped on the floor next to the bed I was laying on, "She did."

"I'm in the room you know," I quietly responded. My voice was raw and scratchy. Dylan barked out a laugh but Fang didn't move.

I wanted to sit up and face everybody, but I didn't trust my body to do it. I took in a shuddering breath.

Cautiously, I began to use my hands to push myself up into a sitting position. When I was all the way up, I loosed a breath I hadn't known I was holding in. "I'm fine," I stated.

"You said that the last time too," Max replied. I glared at her, she stared back unflinchingly. "Sorry, but you're in no state to hurt me right now."

I let out a breathy laugh. She smiled and tilted her head backward in relief. Somehow the fact that she cared about me made feel… Good.

I had never expected Max to like me very much. But it was a possibility she was just glad the shrieking was over. I grinned a hollow smile anyway.

Fang's entire body had gone still. He wasn't moving, and it didn't even look like he was breathing. "Fang?" I asked. He met my eyes. Swiftly, he stood up and strode out of the room. He was gone with the slam of a door.

The room was cloaked in silence until Max questioned, "Would you like anything. Water? A shower?" I thought over it for a while. "Both of those things sound great," I thanked her.

I tried to hide the sadness that I felt when Fang had left. What had I done? Was he mad at me? Was he sickened by me? Maybe by my powers?

The questions I had no clue as to what the answers were shrouded me as I felt the hot water pellet my shoulders therapeutically. They never left my thoughts.

I was brushing out the tangles in my silver hair when I took in my reflection. My eyes were haunted and wide, scared. My lips were dry and cracked.

All of the weight I had gained back from the time I had been with the Flock was still there. My being was skeletal, just thin. This time, the School hadn't been concerned with how I handled malnutrition, just how I handled my powers.

I tore my gaze away from the mirror and dressed quickly in grey shorts and a black tshirt Max had given me. When I exited the bathroom, Fang stood waiting. I stopped dead in my tracks.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Everyone else was in the other room sleeping.

"I'm sorry," I decided on. Fang looked shocked and angry, the emotions I knew he only let me see. "You're sorry?" He stuttered with disbelief. "For what?"

I bit my lip, "For making you mad? For… For being me I guess." That was the conclusion I had come to, he was mad at me for being me. For being weak and stupid and not being able to endure.

For the same reasons every scientists at the School told me why I was a failure. Because that was what they did, made me feel like nothing, then gave me something, like a room so I would feel like I was being given something I didn't deserve. I owed them.

Fang's eyes hardened a bit, but not at me. "Don't you ever apologize for that again." "But I-." He held up a hand to stop me, "You haven't done a thing wrong. Not you, not your," he trailed off as if looking for the words, "abilities. Skylar, I'm not mad at you. Not even close. And if anyone has a right to be mad, it's you."

I wasn't angry anymore. I was tired, drained, and dejected. "I'm not mad at you," I told him.

He looked at me sadly, "I know. Before I was just upset. You were in pain and I couldn't stop it. I just had to watch you scream and cry. God, it was the worst moment of my life.

"You were begging me to stop and to help you, and I couldn't. I'm so sorry." Fang appeared as tired as I felt.

"You have nothing to apologize for. I didn't know I did that to you. I am sorry I put you through that," I apologized. He grimaced, "Stop apologizing. You didn't do anything wrong." I blinked back the tears that were forming in my eyes. I had cried enough.

I closed the distance between us and kissed him. His mouth was hot against mine. My heart began to pound in my chest so loudly I was worried he could hear it. His hands snaked around my hips but he held me as if I was glass. As if I was breakable and fragile.

I bit his bottom lip softly and twisted my hands into his hair. I wasn't going to shatter, I was alive and breathing and I wanted him. He remained reluctant for a few more moments before returning my intensity.

My blood was electricity in my veins and I was full and empty all at once; Nervous and safe. When we pulled apart, both of us were gasping for breaths. I smiled and leaned my head against his chest, where it fell due to my lack of height in comparison to him. "I love you," he whispered into my hair. I felt another jolt of electricity at his words. "I love you too."

I fell asleep next to Fang, (our clothes remained on,) with his arms wrapped around my waist. Covered in his warmth and my exhaustion, I fell asleep almost instantaneously. Wrapped in life and life in love.

Fang's POV:

Skylar was dead asleep next to me. She looked so calm and peaceful despite the day's events. Her damp hair fell into her face and I tucked it behind her ear. Her mouth moved with words I wasn't able to decipher.

I was still shaken by what had happened. I had felt fear before, true and utter fear, but never the terror that had rushed through me as she yelled. I didn't know if I could ever endure it again. Like I had told her, it was the worst moment of my life.

I had felt so helpless. I almost shivered at the thought. When she had said she was fine afterwards, I couldn't cope. I didn't know if Skylar was lying because I wasn't sure how she had endured twice as much as I had in that time and was fine. Probably more than twice as much.

Then I left her and hurt her, again, considering I hadn't told her about the plan. I had caused her more pain than I had ever intended to; and I found myself hurting alongside her because of it.

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