Max woke up, the room was dark, pitch black in fact. There was a musty smell and a constant dripping. She tried to move but something was holding her back, tugging on her ankle. Defeated she realised she was weak. A piercing pain centred on her back which instantly made her grab for her wings. A horrible feeling struck her that they had been torn off. She extended them slowly but pain ripped through her like a knife through butter.
"Max?" A weak voice sounded from her right. She couldn't focus, couldn't work out who was asking for her. "Max?"
"Ig?" She tried, a hand run up her arm softly. "Angel?" She hoped it was.
"Max, my wing, I-I can't..." She listened, it's all she could do.
"Fang?" It can't be, She hadn't seen him since, since...She didn't want to think about it.
"Max? I- I missed you" she had no idea what was going on, where she was, who this was? A hissing sound came from the corner of the room. Suddenly she couldn't breath and coughed but it didn't seem to help. Her eyes grew heavy, am I dying? She thought. Don't fight this, let it take you. It was Fangs voice but it wasn't out loud it was in her head. She closed her eyes and let herself relax, this was Fang, her soul mate, her best friend. She trusted him with her life. She sunk to the floor feeling a tight grip around my shoulders. Sssssh sleep max, everyone is fine. It was him again. She began to feel lightheaded, leaning on something soft behind her and falling into a deep sleep.

POV Flick-
I carried her over the tops of trees keeping her below me as I flew. Her body limp, her soft wings broken within an inch of their life. Within an inch of her life.
I saw my own house in the distance, it was early morning and the sun rose behind it, golden and full of warmth. I felt the heat on my face, my arms beginning to ache from the flight. It was worth it to save her, for him and me. I flew up to the stilted house, only accessible by air (specially made- I read it on a blog) and flew in. I landed softly on the decking, knocking three times on the door, juggling Max in my arms.
"Flick!" I was greeted by the only face I could ever fully trust.
"Sam, help me..." He took Max carefully from me and placing her on the sofa. I shook my arms out, relieved to not be holding such a weight. "Are you okay?" I looked at him, exhausted and breathing a sigh of relief.
"Yeah, Fangs going to be here soon" Sam stepped in front of me. Holding his hands on my shoulders, inspecting my face. He gave me the look that I'm not telling him everything. "She was pretty bad, gassed I think, it was a close call on my behalf" he took me in his arms. Kissing my forehead.
"I was worried about you" you are always worried about me, I thought.
"I know" bloody mind-reading powers. I tip-toed to kiss him swooping my arms around his neck. He supported my waist and pulled me closer, locking his hands behind my back, kissing me softly and intricately. Three knocks banged on the door, I turned to look, keeping my hands around Sam's neck. A tall dark figure entered like stealth and stood by the door. His face that wasn't covered by his hair was bruised and purple.
"Fang?" Letting go of Sam, I walked up to him and smoothed his hair back. "Fang what happened?"
"Flick? I- I...made a mistake" I gave him a half smile in sympathy.
"Fang, as your older sister I would have to say you are mad, I would kick your butt into next week..." I gave him a hug although he hated it.
"I left her, I left her again!"
"Sssh, Fang, she's out okay" he looked behind me, clearly at Max on the sofa. The love of his life. "You will tell me what happened in there won't you?" He gave me a look of complete disgust. "Fang, you can't keep-"
"I can do what I like!" He cut me off, suddenly angry. "Sorry." He whispers, looking like he was going to break down.
"I'll leave you to it..." I motioned for Sam to leave the room with me, down the corridor to our room. He went swiftly, I followed looking back at Fang. He was holding Max's hand head looking down at his lap. I bit my lip and followed Sam.