Chapter Text
Thoughts
"Talking"
Fang's p.o.v
It was a normal day for the flock; or as normal as mutant bird kids can be. But when we were flying, we ran into some flying erasers. What is with those wolf-human hybrids, can't they leave us in peace for once. I mean, really they chase us everywhere, literally everywhere. A vacation would be nice. "Fang snap out of your thoughts and get your butt over here," Max, the leader of the flock yelled. As I was going over I felt something heavy hit the back of my head. The last thing I heard was yells of "Fang" before everything went black.
Max's p.o.v
We were in the middle of a fight with erasers and Fang was just staring out into space like he was in a trance so I yelled "Fang snap out of your thoughts and get your butt over here." He started flying slow as molasses over to the battlefield. An eraser went over behind Fang and hit him on the back of his head. "Fang," I heard myself yell. His eyes glazed over before closing; then he started to plummet towards the hard unforgiving ground. I couldn't move as he started to fall. I tried to go after him but then realized that if I went after him I wouldn't be able to carry him and I would die too. The flock needs me more than I need Fang. It's too late to save him now.