I screamed Max's name over and over again as I
saw the doctor's try to restart her heart. She was so pale...Deathly pale.
I
thrashed against my restraints but they held firm. The monitor started beeping
as the line that showed Max's heartbeat went flat.
She was dead.
I had to
get to her.
I had to help her somehow even though I knew she was dead.
Somehow I don't know how, I ripped free of my restraints and made my way to her
side. I held her lifeless hand in my own begging her not to be dead.
I begged
her to come back to me.
I couldn't lose her. She meant so much to me. She
couldn't be dead. This was just some some nightmare that I often had but
wouldn't show about Manticore. I heard that blond bitch Renro or Renfro whatever
her name was order one of the doctor's to sedate me. I barely felt the needle as
it punctured my arm...too caught in my grief at losing Max.
Then darkness
overwhelmed me and I passed out.
When I awoke I was tied onto a hospital bed. My arms
and legs were in strong steel restraints. It was so dark even me with my extra
acute vision was half blind. I closed my eyes to ward off the tears I knew would
come.
Max's face floated in front of me in my mind's eye. It was a memory I
carried with me before she knew that I had been checking on her.
She was
talking to a friend of hers and whatever her friend had said she had found
funny. It had been an unusually sunny day in Seattle and as she laughed the sun
caught her hair illuminating the hightlights in it.
Now all I had of Max were
memories.
Max was dead. I swore silently to the darkness surrounding me that
I would avenge Max's death no matter the cost to myself.
Then the drug they
had injected me with kicked in again and I was once more knocked out.
