You ever had one of those moments where you had absolutely nothing going on in your head? Well to be honest, that's what I was experiencing for the next few hours, as I pondered over the recent happenings. The felt very far away, surreal as some might call it. My head was empty as a helium balloon, full yet lighter than air. I'm not normally one for lone hours of though, much less caring about my surrounding, but this had honestly caught me off guard.

When I completely came to, I was in my room, staring at the blank white ceiling I'd always remembered seeing day in, and day out, as far as I can remember. Though like memories, life always fades, time altering the tidbits and forging things to fill the gaps. The faces I tried to call up my past swam across the surface of my daydreams, never fully being in focus. They seemed to always be replaced by the one person I know and love my Adoptive mother. My mind lingers, prodding at the surfaces once more, and then giving up once more. I sighed, breathing out the words that often echoed in my late night thoughts as I sat on the roof "I wonder what they were like…"

Banishing further thought into the subject, I contemplated the new information, and how I would let it affect me. I began listing the facts in my head, then double checking them as if they were a wall of blocks, doomed to fall over at any second. Fang has wings, or something of the sort. He's currently living alone, and is orphaned just like me. I called to mind something my mom had told me sometime in the day "You and Fang are very alike you know, you just have to look closer." I sat up muttering, an Image flashing in my head. It was only a millisecond of time, but the Image burned like fire on my mind. I staggered back, almost tripping as I stared into the mirror on my closet door, trying to unsee what was in front of me. Spread out behind me, as if attached to my own body was a pair of wings. I spun, quickly looking at my back, my breath ragged. They were really there, and they were actually attached to me! My head began to spin, a searing pain building up. Stars danced before my eyes, and I lost my balance, stumbling onto the bed, vision going black. "What's going on?" as a last attempt to stay awake, but the sleep that fell over me was not one my own will could force off, and I drifted into it quickly.

That night I dreamed of a flock of birds all crammed into a single cage, their beaks cracked and faces bloody. Their wings were clipped so short they looked to almost not even exist anymore. There was a man, peering in at them, laughing as the birds scrambled around inspecting each other in the small space. There was something familiar about the laugh, but Max could not place it. The birds chirped loudly, as if begging to be set free, but the man paid no heed. He stared for a long moment, and then slipped on a mask. "Nighty night little ones..." he cooed as he lifted a bag from the floor, from which a vile green gas seemed to seep from every stitch. The man lifted the cage, moving it close to the bag, and quickly placed it inside. "Sorry, sorry…Only business, you understand"