A/n: Starting it off with an angsty one shot! I'll make an intro for my OC's later

Trigger warnings: Nightmare, panic attack, cutting something from the body. Please tell me if I need to add more.

Mark stared at himself in the mirror, specifically at his wings, or more like his wing. Being a fae wasn't easy, but losing a wing made things terrible. He reached back and touched his wing, feeling the smooth texture of it. The one wing he had never glowed as brightly as it once did. What reason did his wing have to glow? The wing was mostly dead weight on his back at this point. Sighing, he ran a hand over his face. "Just don't think about it." He said to himself. "The more you look at it, the more you'll want to cut it off." He mumbled. Changing into pajamas, he crawled into bed and pulled the covers over him. He closed his eyes and slowly drifted off into a night terror-filled dream. He never got good sleep anymore.

      The sound of running footsteps and yelling sounded behind Mark as he flew as fast as he could. Hunters weren't easy to get away from. They always had something up their sleeves. "You aren't getting away from us that easy!" A hunter yelled, the voice sounded closer then Mark had anticipated. "Fuck" He grumbled under his breath, glancing around. He had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. The fae could feel his heart beating quickly in his chest. He swallowed as the sound of running footsteps came to a stop. Letting out a shaky breath, he flew down to the ground and looked between the hunters.

      The main hunter smirked and gestured for two other hunters to grab the fae's arms. Swallowing, Mark prepared for what was next. He watched as the main hunter walked over and grabbed his right-wing harshly. He whimpered quietly and bit at the inside of his cheek hard. He closed his eyes as the main hunter pulled out his knife and put the blade on the spot where his wings grew in. The next thing Mark knew, excruciating pain sot threw him. He could feel his wing slowly getting cut from his back. Screams erupted from his throat and tears pricked his eyes. He struggled against the hunters, causing the cut to be jagged instead of clean. "Stop it, please!" He begged, but the hunters just ignored him. "IT HURTS!" He screamed above all the grumbles of the hunters.

        As the final bit was cut, Mark was tossed onto the group. The main hunter held up his wing like it was some kind of trophy. "I'll have to trim it up a bit, but boys, we just made 3,000 dollars!" The main hunter said proudly as the group walked away. Mark was left on the ground, bleeding, and in tears. He cried loudly, pain coursing through him.

       Mark shot up out of the bed with a mix of a cry and a scream. He could feel the phantom pain of his missing wing. "I-I can't do this anymore!" He hiccupped as he got up and walked into the kitchen. He was glad Liam, Damien, and Blair took a trip this weekend, knowing they would stop him from doing the one thing that's on his mind. His wing was a dead weight on his back. He did need it! "Get it off!" His mind screamed at him. He grabbed a knife from the kitchen and reached back as far as he could and started cutting at his wing.

     He didn't know where he was cutting on his wing and he honestly didn't care. "GET IT OFF!" He screamed out to an empty apartment, tears streaming down his face. He yelled out again in frustration and pain. Taking a minute to breathe, he threw the knife onto the ground and reached back, grabbing his wing moments later. Pain erupted from his back as he tore the wing off. The sound of ripping muscle and yells of pain filled the apartment. He was genuinely surprised none of the neighbors knocked on the door to see if he was alright.

      With a final yank, his wing came off his back. He leaned against the counter as he panted, blood dripping down from his back. He looked at the wing in his hand and laughed humorlessly. He tossed the wing on the ground and went to the bathroom, deciding to take a shower to clean his new wound. He hummed as he thought of the ways he could clean the blood off of the floor 

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