TITLE: Something Worth Tripping Over
RATING: R
PAIRING: Max/Alec of course!
DEDICATION: To the 2 guys who keep me from loosing faith in the entire male species (non-family guys of course)! Doug (the rogue male princess) and Chris (the lacrosse star!) Who actually put up with me everyday. They deserve something 4 that lol.
DISCLAIMER: The characters belong 2 James Cameron, Fox, etc etc etc not 2 me
AN: This is loosely base on The Most Dangerous Game, a short story I read in the 7th grade and just stuck.
AN2: This is not necessarily run by White but more like a group of Manticore employees who White may be included in.
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If you want me to fall for you give me something worth tripping over
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Max groaned as she waded in that halfway point between consciousness and sleep. She had to struggle to open her heavy eyelids and flex her stiff muscles. She had no idea how long she had been asleep. One minute she was walking out of Crash with Original Cindy the next she was waking from a drug induced sleep on the floor of an alien room lacking most of her clothes.
She sat up and blearily scanned the room. It was four steel walls and a steel floor and ceiling. It wasn't very large, only about 6 by 10 feet with no furniture. She was wearing her only her underwear, her outer layers and bra having been removed at some point. She gave the room a second quick scan and noticed a bundle situated in the far corner of the room. Hopefully clothes she thought as she padded over to it.
Sure enough the package contained a pair of blue army fatigues and a matching blue sports bra. She stared at the outfit with a mixture of apprehension and dread Defiantly Manticore-like.
She slipped on the clothes and caught a manila envelope as it fell from the pile. Max broke the seal and dumped the contents onto the cold steel floor. A small gun and a sheet of expensive stationary. Max eyed the gun suspiciously and picked up the letter, beginning to read.
Dear X5,
I'm sure you've figured out who we are by now and you're probably wondering why you're not dead yet. We've decided to handle things a bit differently. Rather than just executing you we propose a game. A game of our own devising. You're currently on a remote island with no chance of escape. You could, of course, chance a dip in the surrounding ocean but we assure you that you will not survive. On this island with you are 29 other X5s in holding pens identical to yours. What once were friends, family, or lovers are now enemies. Your opponents in our little game. You must be the first to reach the safe house on this island. You will be watched at all times by motion sensitive cameras positioned around the island. They track your barcodes, which is also the reason for the female's new haircuts.
You want to live be ready to put personal ties behind you and fight for your life. Along with your fellow players there are several loose nomalies who know nothing beyond killing. Pray you don't run into them.
Take the gun and be ready to use it. Trust us, you'll have to. Those are the rules, the terms, and the instructions to the game. There's a 3% chance you'll walk away from this. Don't try and there's a 100% fatality rate. Don't want to play? You've got a gun. End it now. Otherwise….. Welcome to the game.
~ Manticore
Max's hand shot up to her hair and she fingered the ragged ends, which now hung, down to her chin. She reread the letter, crumpled it, and threw it at the wall in disgust. A game. It wasn't a game at all. It was a sick attempt to make their work easier. Instead of killing us they set us against each other. Relieves some of the guilt if they are indeed human enough to feel an emotion like that. Max grabbed the gun and shoved it in the waistband of her pants so it rested against the small of her back. She began to run her fingers around the steel walls searching for the hidden lever that would release her from her steel prison. She found it and pressed it in, half expecting the door to fall open to reveal a crowded lab or dirty Seattle Street, the letter being their sick version of a joke. She was stunned to be faced by a forest of lush tropical plants.
So it was true. She stepped out into the humid tall grass that surrounded her "holding pen." The island's hot, humid air slammed into her and she felt beads of water begin to form droplets on her exposed skin. I'll give it a 3 star rating. She thought, swatting at some foreign insect that was buzzing around her head. Points off for bird sized bugs and lack of proper facilities.
Max wrinkled her nose and started through the thick foliage in search of the "safe house." As if anything associated with Manticore was ever safe or good. Several hours worth of walking got her nowhere but tired, bruised, and bored. She was relieved when she finally stumbled out of the forest. She stared out at the rocky cliffs and miles more of jungle that stretched before her. She had envisioned the island as being rather small and had expected the "game" to last no more than a day. But it now looked like the challenge could last for weeks. She sucked in her cheeks, suppressing the urge to scream. She rolled her neck slowly wincing as it cracked loudly. She looked around at the rock ledge she was standing on and decided that it was as good a place as any to wait out the night.
She settled down on the stone, which was becoming quickly cold in the dying light, and heaved a sigh. The full impact of her situation had not quite struck her, the severity of the situation. She was sure that when it did she would be in the troughs of an all out mental breakdown and that would not increase her chances of getting off this island alive.
A twig snapping broke her out of her reverie and put her on the alert. She remained motionless, straining her ears to listen for further sounds. Some soft shuffling behind her told her that someone was on the rock and quickly approaching her. She leapt up and had them pinned to the ground with in seconds. Her stalker's head connected with the rock drawing a few droplets of blood and knocking him unconscious. Her, she corrected studying the girl's face in the pale moonlight as she checked her pulse. The girl's short blonde hair was fanned out around her, the end's as ragged as Max's own.
Sleep was obviously not an option. Dropping off for one minute could be the one-minute someone was watching. Someone who didn't just want you unconscious. Max stretched and strolled along the edge of the ledge, shivering slightly in the drastically cooler night air. The bra and pants were not nearly enough.
A hand suddenly clamped down over her mouth stifling her startled cry. She had not heard this one approaching. She twisted her neck so she could see her attacker but their face was concealed in the shadows. She could see the dark outline raise a finger to its lips. Max nodded and the hand fell from her mouth, the muzzle of a gun pressed threateningly against her ribs. Max stared at the shadow her eye's becoming gradually accustomed to the dark. She recognized the large blue eyes and soft blonde hair and a gasp escaped her. She had fantasized running into one of her friends but never him. Not here. He had skipped Crash that night and she hadn't expected them to hit his house.
"Alec?"
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Review!!!!!!!!! Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Review!!!!!!!!!! And I'll post more l8er. I have to watch X-Files!
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RATING: R
PAIRING: Max/Alec of course!
DEDICATION: To the 2 guys who keep me from loosing faith in the entire male species (non-family guys of course)! Doug (the rogue male princess) and Chris (the lacrosse star!) Who actually put up with me everyday. They deserve something 4 that lol.
DISCLAIMER: The characters belong 2 James Cameron, Fox, etc etc etc not 2 me
AN: This is loosely base on The Most Dangerous Game, a short story I read in the 7th grade and just stuck.
AN2: This is not necessarily run by White but more like a group of Manticore employees who White may be included in.
~~~
If you want me to fall for you give me something worth tripping over
~~~
Max groaned as she waded in that halfway point between consciousness and sleep. She had to struggle to open her heavy eyelids and flex her stiff muscles. She had no idea how long she had been asleep. One minute she was walking out of Crash with Original Cindy the next she was waking from a drug induced sleep on the floor of an alien room lacking most of her clothes.
She sat up and blearily scanned the room. It was four steel walls and a steel floor and ceiling. It wasn't very large, only about 6 by 10 feet with no furniture. She was wearing her only her underwear, her outer layers and bra having been removed at some point. She gave the room a second quick scan and noticed a bundle situated in the far corner of the room. Hopefully clothes she thought as she padded over to it.
Sure enough the package contained a pair of blue army fatigues and a matching blue sports bra. She stared at the outfit with a mixture of apprehension and dread Defiantly Manticore-like.
She slipped on the clothes and caught a manila envelope as it fell from the pile. Max broke the seal and dumped the contents onto the cold steel floor. A small gun and a sheet of expensive stationary. Max eyed the gun suspiciously and picked up the letter, beginning to read.
Dear X5,
I'm sure you've figured out who we are by now and you're probably wondering why you're not dead yet. We've decided to handle things a bit differently. Rather than just executing you we propose a game. A game of our own devising. You're currently on a remote island with no chance of escape. You could, of course, chance a dip in the surrounding ocean but we assure you that you will not survive. On this island with you are 29 other X5s in holding pens identical to yours. What once were friends, family, or lovers are now enemies. Your opponents in our little game. You must be the first to reach the safe house on this island. You will be watched at all times by motion sensitive cameras positioned around the island. They track your barcodes, which is also the reason for the female's new haircuts.
You want to live be ready to put personal ties behind you and fight for your life. Along with your fellow players there are several loose nomalies who know nothing beyond killing. Pray you don't run into them.
Take the gun and be ready to use it. Trust us, you'll have to. Those are the rules, the terms, and the instructions to the game. There's a 3% chance you'll walk away from this. Don't try and there's a 100% fatality rate. Don't want to play? You've got a gun. End it now. Otherwise….. Welcome to the game.
~ Manticore
Max's hand shot up to her hair and she fingered the ragged ends, which now hung, down to her chin. She reread the letter, crumpled it, and threw it at the wall in disgust. A game. It wasn't a game at all. It was a sick attempt to make their work easier. Instead of killing us they set us against each other. Relieves some of the guilt if they are indeed human enough to feel an emotion like that. Max grabbed the gun and shoved it in the waistband of her pants so it rested against the small of her back. She began to run her fingers around the steel walls searching for the hidden lever that would release her from her steel prison. She found it and pressed it in, half expecting the door to fall open to reveal a crowded lab or dirty Seattle Street, the letter being their sick version of a joke. She was stunned to be faced by a forest of lush tropical plants.
So it was true. She stepped out into the humid tall grass that surrounded her "holding pen." The island's hot, humid air slammed into her and she felt beads of water begin to form droplets on her exposed skin. I'll give it a 3 star rating. She thought, swatting at some foreign insect that was buzzing around her head. Points off for bird sized bugs and lack of proper facilities.
Max wrinkled her nose and started through the thick foliage in search of the "safe house." As if anything associated with Manticore was ever safe or good. Several hours worth of walking got her nowhere but tired, bruised, and bored. She was relieved when she finally stumbled out of the forest. She stared out at the rocky cliffs and miles more of jungle that stretched before her. She had envisioned the island as being rather small and had expected the "game" to last no more than a day. But it now looked like the challenge could last for weeks. She sucked in her cheeks, suppressing the urge to scream. She rolled her neck slowly wincing as it cracked loudly. She looked around at the rock ledge she was standing on and decided that it was as good a place as any to wait out the night.
She settled down on the stone, which was becoming quickly cold in the dying light, and heaved a sigh. The full impact of her situation had not quite struck her, the severity of the situation. She was sure that when it did she would be in the troughs of an all out mental breakdown and that would not increase her chances of getting off this island alive.
A twig snapping broke her out of her reverie and put her on the alert. She remained motionless, straining her ears to listen for further sounds. Some soft shuffling behind her told her that someone was on the rock and quickly approaching her. She leapt up and had them pinned to the ground with in seconds. Her stalker's head connected with the rock drawing a few droplets of blood and knocking him unconscious. Her, she corrected studying the girl's face in the pale moonlight as she checked her pulse. The girl's short blonde hair was fanned out around her, the end's as ragged as Max's own.
Sleep was obviously not an option. Dropping off for one minute could be the one-minute someone was watching. Someone who didn't just want you unconscious. Max stretched and strolled along the edge of the ledge, shivering slightly in the drastically cooler night air. The bra and pants were not nearly enough.
A hand suddenly clamped down over her mouth stifling her startled cry. She had not heard this one approaching. She twisted her neck so she could see her attacker but their face was concealed in the shadows. She could see the dark outline raise a finger to its lips. Max nodded and the hand fell from her mouth, the muzzle of a gun pressed threateningly against her ribs. Max stared at the shadow her eye's becoming gradually accustomed to the dark. She recognized the large blue eyes and soft blonde hair and a gasp escaped her. She had fantasized running into one of her friends but never him. Not here. He had skipped Crash that night and she hadn't expected them to hit his house.
"Alec?"
~~~
Review!!!!!!!!! Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Review!!!!!!!!!! And I'll post more l8er. I have to watch X-Files!
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