Here it is, the fourth chapter. Hope you like it!

Our Broken Days

Chapter 4

This is crazy. This is absolutely, completely, totally, insane. I can't believe that I'm actually doing this. I'm going back to the place that almost drove me to lunacy, that tortured me, well, Fang and me, since we can remember, to try to get our birth records so we can find out who our parents are. Jeezum, this has been a productive morning. We learned how to shoot a gun, made up a plan – well sort of a plan, but I'll explain that later – to steal our birth records from the School, and I finally confessed to Fang. And he feels the same way about that. Ohmigod, I just can't stop thinking about him sometimes. His eyes, his hair, his body, his smell, his touch. It's so…. mesmerizing. He is just so perfect, at least in my opinion. His eyes are so dark sometimes I can barely tell where the iris stops and the pupil begins. With just one look, he can silence a crowd. His touch is so warm, so light like feathers, like smoke, like fog, like all other insubstantial things. The way he scratches the space between my wings makes me shiver, my wings flutter, my breath catch. Sometimes we would curl up on the couch, and watch a movie or something, further opening the crack in the now shattered promise. I would lean against him and feel his heartbeat against mw wings. When I'm with him my heart beats so shatteringly loud, I'm afraid he could hear it. When I'm with him I feel…normal. All the nightmares and bad memories and the depression and the lashings and tests and operations and the scars are forgotten and I actually feel normal. Like my wings just melt away in his touch, then before out broken promise, I would get scared, and I have this funny reflex, like when some people get scared they scream or jump. Well we have been trained not to scream or jump in dangerous situations, but my reflex is, well, I just suddenly just unfurl my wings, sometimes thwaping Fang in the head, or slapping him in the face with the ends of my wings. It's embarrassing, right? But Fang thinks it's cute. Sometimes I was so close to telling him. I would start my sentences like 'hey Fang I …' or 'you know what, Fang….?' and he would look at me with those fierce eyes and I would just lose it, I would get so nervous and stop right there, and nothing happens. Add let me tell you right now, I have absolutely no idea how I was able to finish my sentence this morning. I just guess it was the moment, cradled in our little wing cave, holding each other, our faces so close, I could of just slid my hand onto his neck and press his lips to mine. And believe you me, I really wanted to. And I think, he wanted to, too. And it was just…oh God, just so… perfect. That little moment right there. I wish I could just freeze time and stay like that forever. And I know it's crazy, but I'm going back to the School, I can't believe it, I really don't want to, but with the gun in my pocket, and the look Fang gave me. His eyes were the most light and open I have ever seen them since we escaped that cesspool. The excitement in his eyes, well, I just had to. I don't want to disappoint him. After all, while we were in the lab, he would always be the quieter, he would always let them beat him and not fight them because he didn't want to make things harder kind of person. While I was the kind of person who would take every chance to try to get out of there, to give them hell until they couldn't handle me anymore kind of person. And there, whenever you would misbehave, you know, like refuse to do a test, try to fly away, or punch a whitecoat in the face, they would whip you. And I mean whip you, like tie your wrists to a post and lash you with a braided whip. That's why I have so much more scars on my body than Fang. I have one in the back of my neck, where the last vertebrae of your back is, there is a perfect, red whispy 'x' mark on it.

"Max… Earth to Max…. heelloOOo." Fang says, tapping my shoulder, awakening me from my deep thoughts. He's flipped over on his back, his wings beating backwards, so he can tap me on the shoulder using his other hand, because he's using the other one to hold mine. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I was just… thinking. Why?" I ask

"Because you're shaking" he says, looking down at the hand he's holding.

"What? No." I say looking at my other hand, it is shaking, and very hard I might add.

"Are you scared?" he asks right – side up again.

"What? No, I'm not—"

"Because I am" he cuts me off. "I'm really scared, Max. What if they capture us again? I don't think that I can take any more of that. It feels like we just got out, and we're going back in" he laughed a nervous laugh. "You think that we should go back home?" I look into his eyes, he really is scared, I can practically see the memories reflecting in his eyes. I have never seen him like this, it worries me. He looks like the scared seven year old I saw through the bars of my cage the first time we spoke at the lab.

"But, don't you want to find our parents? Find out who we came from?"

"Well, yeah, but, Max what if they catch us again?"

"Don't be silly, we have guns, we can pop them off if they try to touch us." I try and reassure him. Jeez, it's like we switched roles. Back at home, I was the apprehensive one, and he was the confident one. But now he started to worry and I started to gain confidence.

"Yeah, but we don't have much of a plan do we?"

"Yes, so let's make up one right now. What do we have right now?"

"We crash in, fly around, find our records, and fly out"

"Wow. That plan sucks, so let's land somewhere, and take a break, make up our plan"

"Yeah, ok. Hey there is a ledge covered by a cave thingy over there." He points toward the left, to a hole in the red, sandy desert rock formations.

We landed, in the cave thingish. It started getting dark so we made a little campfire and made a new plan. We know that the lab in in California, so we've been flying south. We basically mapped out the School from memory, you see, right across one of the training rooms they would carry our cages to was a file room. When I tried to escape one day, I flew into that room, and found a cabinet that said "the bird project, subject information." So I figured that Fang and I were "the bird project" so I took a peek inside the file cabinet. Inside there were two fat files that the tabs said "10045-A and 10046-A" that was us, that's what we called each other before we made our selves names. I didn't have a chance to look at it because the whitecoats broke the lock on the door and dragged me out by my ankles while I tried to dig my nails into the floor and screaming bloody murder. That training room was room number 3901, third floor, west side. And I have no idea how I remembered that.

So after we made our plan, we decided to get some sleep. Or at least try. We huddled in a corner, curled up against each other, our wings wrapping us up to make that little, furry cave. I curled up into the hollow of Fang's stomach and he curled around me, putting an arm around me, pulling me into him. I grabbed his waist and pulled him close, his chin on top of my head. He lowered his head and I raised my chin, our lips grazing against each other's.

"Good night" he whispered and pulled my head into his, our lips crashing, our teeth clattering together, and then softening. I tensed up at first because of surprise, but melted into the kiss, I can feel his lips smile against mine; his hand slides down to my lower back and pulled our stomachs together. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair while he rubs his thumb on my jawline. He pulls back

"I think that this is –"

"Way overdue" I finish for him

"Yep" he says and we resume kissing. His lips were soft against mine; we were in perfect harmony, his lips parting then coming back together while he rubs my back. He pulls back and starts laughing, a chuckle at first, but growing, which causes me to laugh too; it wasn't long before we were laughing hysterically on the cave floor. We finally calm down and face each other.

"This is crazy" he says

"Yeah, this is totally insane" I agree.

"We better get some rest if we want to get our records tomorrow"

"Good night then" I say and curled back into his stomach. He curled back around me with an arm on my back. I smiled to myself thinking about Fang and I; and where we're going to be in the future. Then it hit me

"Hey, Fang" I say, hoping that he's still awake.

"Yeah?"

"You know that we probably have different parents, right?" I ask slowly.

"Yeah, I have realized that. Let's make the most of what time we have together before we find our parents."

"Fang, I don't want to leave you"

"I don't want to leave you either, how about this; we live with our parents for a month, then we go back for a month and go back to live with our parents for a month and back again. We'll see each other every other month, okay? I nodded against his chest

"Okay." I say.

"Now let's go to sleep." And just like that, we both fell into a sweet, warm slumber.

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-hugs, pheonix (^^)