The Sky Has Fallen - Excerpt
Hey guys, this is a little idea I've had in my head since Nevermore came out. I was thinking of writing my own version of Nevermore, but I don't have the time to sit down and really think about what I want to write. I know that if I do end up writing it, I'll probably want to finish the entire story first, and then post it. It'll be a more mature (therefore rated M) kind of story, less light than my usual stuff, more angsty and heavy. But please enjoy a little excerpt of what I've written so far!
The night was eerily still and silent, as Fang quietly climbed out of the window of the motel room they had booked for that night before they left to move on. The silence was almost as if the higher powers above knew that something tragic had taken place, like they were paying respects for Angel's...disappearance. There was still a part of Fang that wouldn't believe that she was truly gone forever. Wouldn't he have felt something? Angel was almost like his own daughter; wasn't their bond strong enough that he would feel a missing part of him? But if she wasn't dead, the only other alternative was that she was captured. Again. And he wasn't sure which of the two he would rather.
He flew aimlessly around in circles for a few moments, just trying to forget Angel for a moment. He didn't even want to begin to think what would be going through Max's mind and heart. Angel was her baby - The Flock's baby - and he knew they were having just as hard of a time to believe it. She was a strong girl, stronger than them at times, it couldn't be that...easy for her to be gone.
Eventually, Fang's wings were gliding easily through the dead air, heading in no particular direction. He followed where his heart was pulling him to go, just relying on pure instinct. Turns out instinct wanted him to land at a cave. He sat on the ledge, just staring at the dark curtain of the night sky and its beautiful stars. The moon was full and high above him, contrasting against the dark sky. Movement behind him caused him to jump up, ready to fight. But he wasn't prepared for the sight in front of him.
Max was standing before him, tear stained cheeks, red puffy eyes and had a look that made Fang feel like his heart was ripped out of his chest and thrown into a shredder. Max looked so broken, it scared him. He'd seen her cry before, more times than she would have admitted, but not like this.
"Max," he breathed. It seemed that this was where his heart wanted him.
They stared at each for a moment, not quite believing that they happened to choose the same place to break down away from their respective groups. Then in perfect sync, they were closing the short distance between them, throwing their arms around each other. Their grips were so tight, almost as if holding the other would help ease the pain, fill the empty holes in each of their hearts.
It seemed to work, the constant fast beat of Fang's heart against where she lay her head, was comforting and let her forget all the heartbreak and pain. Fang buried his face deep into Max's head, breathing in her scent like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
Eventually standing became too much effort, and they slowly sank down onto their knees, leaning against the cave wall. Fang's hand idly stroked Max's tangled mane, the gentle rhythm soothing her and keeping the tears at bay. Her throat was dry and it hurt from all the screaming she had done just moments before Fang arrived. She noticed dried up blood on his knuckles and ripped skin, and she gently ran her fingertips over them, a small frown on her face.
Fang was usually good at keeping his temper, but when he did lose it, it was scary. There was nothing more dangerous than Fang's temper.
He answered her question before she could ask. "I didn't stop searching for her. I got frustrated."
Max quickly understood that that meant he then spent hours repeatedly punching, probably concrete, over and over again, until he felt numb.
They were silent then, just holding each other, tightly pressed against each other's side. There was no longer tension between them, no anger, only pain and denial.
What's you think? Worth pursuing? I may or may not post the rest of the chapter.
