Yeah, so next chapter to all you lovely people. I think this is now going to be a series of connected oneshots, it's just easier. What do you gusy think…? Review and enjoy.

She cart wheeled, and flipped, she felt like she defied gravity.

Max felt invincible.

Max was dreaming.

"Fly?" Was what broke her out of it. She scowled before she realized it was just Fang asking her if she wanted to fly with him somewhere inside the building, it was huge, and she was scowling still as she shooed him out of her room to get dressed. She never told him no. A quick glance in the mirror told her one thing.

That she didn't know who she was anymore.

They sat in silence, dark together in the light that lit up the room. Shadows, because of how they dressed, and maybe because of how they acted, and just maybe because of how they felt inside.

But they didn't really know.

He bumped her shoulder. She raised her eyebrow at him(Fang was more of a no physical contact person, and even without his real memories, that hadn't changed), and then marveled at how much she'd changed. Her hair was the same color, her nails shredded. She had the same half smile, she hatde her biological father as much as ever, and still loved her flock more than her own life. And yet, she was…changed. She knew where she was, and she knew she shouldn't be there.

"--ike to go." She blinked hard to return to the conversation. She looked at his eyes, slanted inwards, squinting. Fang was…nervous?

"I'm sorry, what?" Fang sighed in annoyance, and she huffed back at him.

"I asked you if you'd like to go to the aviary with me. Now." She wanted to look at him like he was crazy, she really did, but she couldn't bring herself to. Because that'd make him go away, and as much as her heart was saying she could take it, just run- he'll hurt you, she knew she couldn't. Not Fang, never Fang. He always stayed. He couldn't leave, not yet. Maybe later, but not yet. Not just so soon. Anytime, but not just then. So she hid her face, and her betraying eyes, and stood to jump down from her perch in the high metal beams of their current home.

Prison.

She didn't really know about that one either.

And she didn't really get that far. Because as soon as she was on the floor, it was like chaos all over again. Dogs, horrible mutated people things, came crashing in through windows, doors, anywhere the eye could see. And Fang was suddenly nowhere to be seen. She could hear him, though. He was laughing. And all at once, her heart broke in her chest, and splintered, and those pieces splintered, and so on. And she couldn't do much more than tell her heart I told you so, before she had to run.

And run she did.

Through hallways and corridors, around and around, and he's chasing her. She can see his shadow, his silhouette, sometimes his profile, hear his voice. He's laughing, always laughing. She's in one door and out another, and she just can't get away. It felt like she was going in never ending circles.

She could scream, but no one would hear her.

And she could always cry, but then…who would care? So she ran on and on, until she was ready to drop, but she kept going. And she could hear his laughter, it was so loud, sardonic and high pitched. And then there were times where he would almost get a hold on her, speed around a corner, and make a wild lunge. She could never get away. No matter what she did, or how she tried, she just couldn't get away…

Then he got her. And it didn't really matter how she struggled, he had her, and he wasn't letting go. He was muttering I love you's, his face heartbreakingly sad. Saying he sees her, needs her, and he's squeezing her so tight that she can't breathe. She doesn't even try to struggle. His face is buried in her hair and he's breathing her in, bubble gum and sunshine and secrets. It's heady and he's breathing so heavily, he'll pass out soon, she knows. His hands move to stroke her hair, her face, her wings, anything within in his reach, and he's still constricting with his arms.

Tight as boa snakes, they keep her trapped in a warm velvet prison she never wants to leave. The idea of final peace lures her in, and she almost smiles.

Almost.

His mouth comes to her eyes, they're closed now. They kiss and taste, and then move to her hands, limp on his chest. They're on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, all the while he's mumbling, half deranged promises of forever and his eyes have a crazed sheen, and she's glad she's going to die soon, because she doesn't want to see Fang if this is what he is now. All this was so fast, only minute at best. His lips finally land where she wanted them, on her own. And as her eyes flutter and her world dims completely, she feels so nice. Amazing. Her mind, that was what was working, her body had shut down, and gone limp. But in her mind, she cart wheeled, and flipped, she felt like she defied gravity.

Max felt invincible.

And she trembled as her eyes opened to the question, "Fly?" And she didn't say no to him, because she never did. Her dream was so vivid she could feel her lungs ache as she tried to regain her steady breathing.

Yet.

She got up, and got dressed, and donned her mask, the same one she always wore these days. And a quick glance in the mirror told her one thing.

That she didn't know who she was anymore.