Scars
Song: I love the way you lie
(A/N: This chapter is basically what Max and Fang went through, looked at a different way... with a little, um, wishful thinking by yours truly.)
(General POV)
Max began to choke on her own tears, watching Fang. His wings were black and powerful and unwounded, contrary to her scraped and bloodied ones, extended painfully.
"I'm leaving, Fang." she said, her voice barely audible. Fang's face shot up, panic tainting his expression.
"What?" he asked. He approached her slowly, reaching to push some strands of hair away from her face. She flinched, then relaxed, letting him. He ran a hand along the top of her wing. He looked at his fingers, his breath catching as his arm caked with her drying blood. She breathed in, and he notices that her own breath came in ragged gasps.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice shaking. She shook her head.
"You hurt me." she said simply, her lip cracked and bleeding. He drew her near, apologizing and saying her name over and over, glazing his words with kisses along her arms. She yanked back, newfound anger flashing across her face.
Dylan entered and skimmed her wounds, causing them to heal and fade into white scars. She smiled at him. Fang looked over the scene, and his own wings drooped, injured, and his arms became bruised. Maya walked up, concerned for him, and put her cold hand on his shoulder. He only limped more. But then Max turned from Dylan, her face turning sickly yellow again, and ran to Fang again. Their blood faded, the scars disappeared, and they both looked at each other, loved. But they didn't even look at the orphaned clones at either side of the room, each feeling more hurt watching them together than apart.