"Ari... Ari please put him down." I approach the psychotic, huge seven year old. He only gave me a toothy grin.
"What? Is little Fang afraid of losing his precious little boyfriend?" Ari snarled and slackened his grip. I lunged but Ari caught Blaine at the last second. "Stay put." The former Eraser commanded. "I have a proposition for you. Since you no longer have wings and won't be able to save anyone from falling, I will let you choose who takes the plunge." The door behind me opened and another Eraser emerged holding a struggling Nudge.
"Nudge!" I began to run toward her but was held back by an Eraser that appeared behind the first. Jeez, how many does Ari have as back up?
"You decide, Fang." Ari spat my name as I watch both of the most precious things in my life get dangled over a 40 foot drop.
My legs are suddenly weak. I crumple to the ground. I can't make this decision. Blaine was the love of my life, and doesn't deserve any part of my crazy, dangerous life. Nudge is my girl. She has always been there for me, and she is the reason Blaine and I together.
"C'mon Fang! I'm getting impatient!" Ari snapped. He was getting impatient. In fact, his grip was loosening by the second as well as the Eraser who held Nudge. I looked between the two and made my decision.
With the last of my voice I yelled. "Blaine!" I then stood up quickly and sprinted to the edge. Adrenaline kicked in as I leaped off the roof and nose dived toward Blaine. Behind me I could hear a distant Nudge screaming as she fought off the Erasers. I left the poor girl to fend for herself. I am a selfish idiot.
Once I reached Blaine, I folded my arms around him and hugged him close. I whispered an apology into his ear and braced for my demise. Suddenly there was a tearing pain in my upper back. I felt as if someone took a very dull swiss army knife and was dragging it through my shoulder blades repeatedly. This is what it must feel to die.
Finally I felt a release of pressure as bones released from my skin. The feeling was familiar. It felt like I was able to fly again. With one flap of these unreal wings, I flew upwards, and landed back on the roof. Nudge and Gazzy stood there with a look of awe as I placed Blaine down on the helicopter landing pad. Then I passed out.
The next thing I know, I'm back home with Blaine's curls stuffed in my face as he cutely snored softly. Something wanted me to believe it was all a dream, but the whole day was all too real. There was sharp pain in my back suddenly. I jerked and let out a hiss of air waking Blaine.
"Fang? Are you alright?" Blaine looked up to me with big concerned eyes. Those eyes were sincere.
I just looked at him for a moment. "I'm alright. I am finally alright." As long as Blaine is there lying on top of me in my bedroom every even with his big eyes and gorgeous face, I will be alright.
THE END... MAYBE