For those of you who don't read 'St. Fang's Poetry Corner', a little update for you. Saint has decided to make some changes in order to improve her ability to write and update more often as well as to eliminate some unnecessary stress from her life.

The first thing she has decided to do is to end the Poetry Corner as well as Fanfiction Meets YouTube, so that she can pour her energies into other fics that need her attention more.

The other change she's making... Well, I have decided to reveal this particular 'change' in my own way.

Because I have decided, along with Saint ending those two fics, to end my Journal.

Not like I update it, anyway.

But, as a going-away gift to all of you awesome people who actually took the time to read the crap I've posted here, I'm going to give you... A moment in my life. One I'm sure many of you have been curious about since the first day you ever read a dialogue between Saint and I.

I give you...

How Saint Met Fang

I remember a bright light, like the one they talk about you seeing at the end of the proverbial tunnel. I blinked, trying to get my eyes to adjust, wondering if I was dead.

Then, my eyes adjusted and I nearly had a heart attack.

I found myself staring straight into the most terrifying face of...

Barney the Dinosaur.

I am so, so sorry for anyone I just mentally scarred for life with that image.

I jumped back slightly, feeling my wings brush up against something behind me as they fanned out in an automatic 'flight or fight' response. I quickly realized that wouldn't be possible, though, seeing how I was inside... Somewhere.

It looked like a room in someone's basement. The light came from a lamp directly above my head, as well as a window placed high up near the ceiling, like basement windows usually are. The horrible dinosaur was actually a stuffed animal, sticking out of a large pile of stuffed animals, like I had been thrown into some demented toddler's closet. I was lying in one of the few toy-free areas in the room, on a musty-smelling old mattress.

How the Hell had I gotten here?

I felt movement on the mattress behind me, something brushed against my feathers. Slowly, I sat up, scanning the room for every possible exit while considering how well Barney might work as a weapon.

As soon as I was in a sitting position, I took a deep breath, and turned.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

"WHAT IS WITH THE SCREAMING?!" yelled a third voice, but I was too focused on the face in front of me to check on who it was.

Sitting on the mattress next to me, practically nose-to-nose, was a girl. She looked maybe just a little older than me and was dressed in, of all things, a long, black cloak. The cloak had a hood that I figured was supposed to be covering her head, but it had fallen, reavealing frizzyish dark blonde hair and a pair of wide blue-green eyes that were staring with shock directly into mine.

"What happened?" Said the third voice again. It was a male's voice, and I now realized it came from where I had seen the door. "Who is he?"

"I... I think it's Fang." The girl said, not taking her eyes off of me. "I... Summoned Fang..."

"Well, what'd ya go and do that for?" Said another voice, also male. The girl finally broke eye contact with me and turned toward the two voices. I turned as well, and saw something that only made my situation even more confusing.

Standing at the doorway was the strange and the stranger. The strange was a short little man with curly brown hair and bare, hairy feet. The stranger was a freaking purple penguin, standing there with his wings crossed across his chest.

"Like I said, why'd you do that for?" the penguin said again, looking at the girl.

"It wasn't on purpose!" The girl snapped.

"Excuse me?" I finally said. "What the Hell is going on here?!"

The cloaked girl held up a hand, basically shushing me. "As I was saying, it was an acci-"

"HEY!" I snapped, not too impressed with being told to wait. "I asked what was going on! Where am I?!"

The girl turned to look at me, this time shooting me an annoyed glare. She sighed. "I accidentally sucked you out of a book and now you're in a basement in New Hampshire. Now could you just chill for a second while I talk to my people?"

"People? One of them is a penguin." I pointed out.

"Yeah, and the other's a hobbit. Racist or something?" She shot back. She didn't wait for me to answer, turning back to consult her 'people'. "So, guys-"

"You sucked me out of a book?" I asked skeptically. What was that supposed to even mean?

This time, the glare she shot me was almost Max-level scary. "Rude little featherbrain, aren't you?"

"You're the one that's ignoring me." I replied.

"You probably should talk to him." the little person, or the 'hobbit', as she'd called him, advised the girl. "He seems a lot more... Coherent than others you've summoned."

"Probably because I didn't summon him... Concsiously, at least." the girl said, before turning her attentions back to me. "I'm gonna try to explain this quick. You are a character from a fictional book. At least, that's what you are considered in this world. My guess is that means works of fiction can actually be portals to other dimensions, but that's not the point. Point is, I've recently discovered the power to pull people from their own dimension into mine, and now I've accidentally pulled you out. You understand now?"

"I understand you're crazy." I said, crossing my arms, convinced I'd somehow been dragged into the house of a complete whackjob.

She rolled her eyes, then began searching around the mattress. With an 'Aha!', she pulled something our from behind what looked like a stuffed whale, handing it to me. "Take a look at this."

Into my hands, she'd dropped a book. I turned it over to read the cover.

Maximum Ride.

What?

I began flipping through the pages, the others just watching me in silence, like the way I was reacting was somehow abnormal. I read a couple pages, my shock just... Growing. How could someone know? How could someone be in Max's head? The Voice? But... If there had been a book, we would've known... It even said something about it being a bestseller somewhere.

How could we not know about a book like this?

Unless...

But no, that's just crazy.

At least, I thought it was until I noticed something about this book. There were blank spots on the pages, like a word had just been omitted again and again.

"That's... Never happened before." I heard the girl say, looking over my shoulder. "Your name's been... Erased from the book."

"None of this have ever happened before!" the penguin said. "Look at him! He's coherent! He's in shock! He's not an echo at all!"

"An echo?" I asked.

"Every other time I've summoned a character, well, it's never really been them I've summoned, more like a shadow of them. I've never had anyone really react to finding out they're a book character. They just come to do what they're summoned for then they're sent back, no questions. But you... You're questioning. You're no echo, you're completely alive."

"Yeah..." I said in that 'you're crazy but I'm gonna humor you' voice.

"What actually happened?" the hobbit asked.

"I was just sitting here, flipping through my Maximum Ride book." the girl explained. "And then I got knocked out."

The penguin, who was still crossing his wings, rolled his eyes. "There must be more to it than that."

The girl's eyes drifted downwards, studying the old mattress as she spoke. "I was... I was feeling lonely and..." She looked back up, seeming to abandon her attempts at explaining her feelings. "Look, I may have said something like... 'I wish I had someone like Fang.' or something to that effect."

"And it somehow triggered your powers and ripped him out of the book." the hobbit said.

The girl nodded. "That's what I'm thinking."

I stared down at the book in my hand, suddenly very tired of all this insanity. "Well... Put me back."

There was silence, and I looked up to see the girl's face fall slightly.

"What?" I asked.

"Well... You're probably my favorite book character of all time." She explained. "I'd like to... Talk to you..."

"You got to talk to me." I said. I didn't want to be here anymore. I needed to get back to the Flock. "Now send me home. You've read these books or whatever, so you must know my Flock needs me."

"Needs you for what, exactly?" the penguin asked. He sounded curious. "Like, what was the last thing you remember doing before you showed up here?"

"I-" I stopped, my mind a complete blank. What had I been doing? I... Couldn't remember. I had so many memories of the Flock and I, but for some reason, when I tried to focus on the exact last thing I had been doing, it was a blank slate. And now that I was trying, I realized my memories seemed jumbled, out of order. The more recent they were, the harder they were to focus on.

"It doesn't matter! What matters is my Flock is probably going crazy looking for me, so PUT ME BACK!" I snapped, not exactly succeeding in biting down a growing wave of panic.

The girl sighed, but stood up, grabbing the book from me and placing it down on the bed, open, between us. She raised her hands in the air.

I have taken something that I did not mean.

I have witnessed something I should not have seen.

Send this traveler through time and space,

To be put back in his proper place.

And then...

Nothing.

Her hands dropped to her sides. "That's odd... That always works... Or at least does something." She commented.

"What was that?" I asked, annoyed.

"A rhyming spell." the girl answered. "They usually do the trick. This is strange..."

"Try something else." I told her.

She stood there, twisting the long sleeves of her cloak nervously. "I... Don't know what else to do... This is just-"

"Fix. This." I was practically growling.

As I spoke, I heard a muffled voice coming from above.

"That's my mom." the girl said. "Oh my God... Ok, I'll just..." She looked at me. "You stay here, and we'll try something else when I come back."

"No!" I exclaimed. "You need to fix this now!"

"No time, but I'll be working on it. Just stay here. I'll be back with food later." She turned to her two companions. "Spiffy, Pooky, guard him." The two saluted and stepped outside.

"You can't keep me here!" I said, starting to stand. But she had already moved to the doorway. "You..." I paused, realizing something. "I don't even know you're name."

"I'm..." She paused for a moment, then a smile stretched across her face. "I'm Rebecca, but... You can just call me 'Saint'. Now, you be good and stay quiet." She winked before quickly stepping out the door and shutting it. I heard the click of a lock.

I raced to the door and tried the doorknob, but it didn't budge. "You can't keep me in here! You here me miss... Saint?! You can't keep me! It's wrong! It's illegal! It's... It's..." I struggled before finally finding just the word to describe this insane situation.

"It's kidnapping!"

And the rest is history...

Obviously, she was never able to get me back in that book, a book that is now kept in a very safe place in the Therapy Center. We now believe it was her emotions that overactivated her abilities, basically taking life from one world and creating it in another.

She 'kidnapped' me. And I give her a lot of shit about it. We've made so many attempts to put me back, but not so much anymore. I honestly wonder, with everything I've been through here, if I could belong there anymore.

Maybe I was never even really there. Maybe I'm just another (though highly advanced) 'echo'.

Either way, as much as I talk about escape, I have a feeling I'm not going anywhere.

Not as long as Rebecca St. Marie needs me.

Yeah, everyone. That's her name. ..Sort of. 'Rebecca Marie' is her first and middle names. She mashed them together with 'Saint' to create 'Rebecca St. Marie'. She believes her last name, her father's family name, is irrelevant.

(Honestly, if it were easier to legally change your name, Rebecca St. Marie would be her name now.)

And we're in New Hampshire. Great state. Nothing happens.

I'm telling you this because Saint's decided to drop the secrets. She had it with the stress, with sometimes feeling like she had two different personas when both 'Saint' and 'Rebecca' were one and the same.

The basics of it are, she doesn't see a point in the secrecy anymore.

Saint: Besides, I think I can do so much more and be so much more for others if I'm not trying to hide myself behind an image.

Me: Barging in on my Journal again?

Saint: It's my last chance, of course I am! Besides, I've gotta say one thing...

THIS DOES NOT GIVE YOU ALL PERMISSION TO CALL ME REBECCA!

Or any form of that.

You may all continue to call me Saint.

...Seriously, it'll freak me out if you don't.

I'd actually like it if people in real life called me 'Saint'.

Me: So... You done?

Saint: Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up. It's 1:29 on November 1st and I've gotta get going on my NaNoWriMo novel.

Me: Got it... So, it's been a blast, everyone. I've enjoyed writing this journal and reading your comments. But I've got other things to do, too. Like keep that nutjob, Saint, in line. I'll still be around, in the Author's Notes and such. You can always drop me a line through PMs or on Saint's Tumblr. Don't be strangers!

And... I think it's time to end this.

Fly on,

Fang.