Writer: MaxCat452
IM: DarkAngel61689@aol.com
Authors Note: First Chapter up R&R and sorry for it being short
and any misspelled words or bad grammar but I'm a 13 year old in homeschool
and trying hard as I possibly can. Other bad grammar might be on purpose because
they are *little* kids from manticore and they aren't even suppose to talk out of order.
Second Note: 12/1/02: Oh sweet lollipop, I just re-read this chapter and the spelling and
grammar was so messed up that I just about died from my own laughing and embarrassment.
I guess this is what I get for not proof reading or at least running it through spell check
before posting it. Well, for your pleasure I have ran it through spelling and I just proof read
it. Since its 5:00 In the morning and I am in a zombie-like state due to lack of sleep, their is
probably still zillions of grammar mistakes. Oh, well.
Disclaimer: Does it really matter anymore? Even if you did attempt to
sue me, all you'd get is a piece of bubble gum that has been in my pocket from
Halloween before last. Wait, I stole that from my cousin, nevermind.
*Chapter 1: Out*
Young Max waited quietly under the ice. The freezing water around her
had a tint of red, she had cuts all over legs that bled slowly. The
ice around her was becoming harder again, like it was before she fell
in, and she was out of oxygen. She had know idea how she managed to
cling to life, she was taught to hold her breathe, just not nearly this
long. Pain reached all over her body and into the wounds, from taser
guns, window glass cuts, and just the cold itself.
Her body seemed to shut down, but she could still see, listen, and
remember the terror above. She tried to shut her stinging eyes tight
as she silently cried. It got quieter and finally the yelling and
alarms quieted to a stop. As the pain became unbearable she slowly
moved, her fingers and toes first to test if her bones
were still capable of moving and hadn't froze solid.
Max shifted her arms and raised them to the icy ceiling. Her face,
blue, and her eyes terrified, opened when she started breathing again,
somehow. She pushed her legs hard off her current position. Then she
used her remaining strength to push her fist through the ice and pull
herself up. She coughed and choked as the water spilled out of her
lungs and was replaced by sweet oxygen. Her fist bled at the knuckles
and it felt completely numb. She laid her head on the blanket of snow,
resting and regaining her energy.
~~~
Less than 10 minutes later she was up again, her head ached as she scanned
the terra for the enemy. Nothing.
Carelessly she climbed to her feet and started to cry. She turned around and
looked back to manticore, then to the forest. Max didn't care anymore,
but she still had the urge to run far away. Everything was mysteriously quiet,
like a ghost town. All she could think about was death. That's what the air smelled like,
that's what the land looked like, and that's what the thick air she breathed tasted like.
Like the child little Max was, she cried and ran through the forest.
She didn't stop for a breath or to rest her bare feet. Her gown was soaked in freezing water,
which made it even heavier. Still she carried on through the thick forests, crying more
softly.
A tree log covered in ice caused her to slip and she ran straight into a tree.
Snow fell all over her and she gasped, and growled at the accident.
Now very frustrated, tired and in pain she crawled out of the snow and started to go around a
corner when a hand from out of nowhere grabbed her arm.
That really scared her. She jumped a mile high and nearly screamed but covered her mouth
quickly. "Max." The bloody and broken figure of her brother said quietly.
"Zack!" Max squealed, as her eyes widened, "I thought." She stopped and instantly hugged
him. Normally he'd deny but he allowed her to, especially after the big event, he thought he
would never see her again.
"We have to get out of here!" Max said after pulling away from the warmth of the hug.
"Maxie, I don't know if I can." He paused and shamefully looked down to the ground.
"No. I won't let you tell me that. I climbed out of the ice where I somehow rebooted and then
managed to run all the way here! Zack you have to make it! I need your help, big brother."
Max cried.
Zack still looked to the ground. His appearance hurt as bad as it looked.
He was bleeding badly, all over his arms, legs and face. He had cuts on his face
that throbbed in pain. Max could obviously see he was in deep, deep pain.
"No Zack you look down to no one," she paused, lifting his chin up to her eyes.
"I'll carry you then," Max continued, putting an arm around his stomach, attempting to aid
his walking, like a third leg.
"Maxie, please." Zack tried. "It would be smart if you would just leave me here and run
yourself."
Max glared at him then, gripped Zack tighter," I won't let go of you, no matter what."
Zack at into her beautiful brown eyes. They were filled with hope along with the idea of
being plain stubborn. He knew she wouldn't stop.
" Fine...But promise me as soon as danger comes around you'll run and not look back."
Max blankly just started to walk on, not answering.
~~~
Max and Zack limped in the bushes, stumbling helplessly every once in awhile, by the streets
for hours. "You were crying." Zack reminded her as the walked.
"Yes." Max agreed, biting her lip.
"I haven't heard you cry in a long time."
"Since about three or four years ago when Lydecker yelled at me for disobeying him and I
fought with him. I was right but he tried to get away with it. He yelled at me more and I
started to cry." Max said, remembering what happened almost laughing at what happened
after Lydecker realized he was wrong.
"We're away from them now. Hopefully no more Lydecker or TAC leaders. At least for a
long while." Zack smiled. It was quick but it was still a smile.
"I like that." Max said smiling happily.
They kept walking, for about 30 minutes.
The silence stopped when fingers, not belonging to either of them, tapped Max's shoulder
from behind.
IM: DarkAngel61689@aol.com
Authors Note: First Chapter up R&R and sorry for it being short
and any misspelled words or bad grammar but I'm a 13 year old in homeschool
and trying hard as I possibly can. Other bad grammar might be on purpose because
they are *little* kids from manticore and they aren't even suppose to talk out of order.
Second Note: 12/1/02: Oh sweet lollipop, I just re-read this chapter and the spelling and
grammar was so messed up that I just about died from my own laughing and embarrassment.
I guess this is what I get for not proof reading or at least running it through spell check
before posting it. Well, for your pleasure I have ran it through spelling and I just proof read
it. Since its 5:00 In the morning and I am in a zombie-like state due to lack of sleep, their is
probably still zillions of grammar mistakes. Oh, well.
Disclaimer: Does it really matter anymore? Even if you did attempt to
sue me, all you'd get is a piece of bubble gum that has been in my pocket from
Halloween before last. Wait, I stole that from my cousin, nevermind.
*Chapter 1: Out*
Young Max waited quietly under the ice. The freezing water around her
had a tint of red, she had cuts all over legs that bled slowly. The
ice around her was becoming harder again, like it was before she fell
in, and she was out of oxygen. She had know idea how she managed to
cling to life, she was taught to hold her breathe, just not nearly this
long. Pain reached all over her body and into the wounds, from taser
guns, window glass cuts, and just the cold itself.
Her body seemed to shut down, but she could still see, listen, and
remember the terror above. She tried to shut her stinging eyes tight
as she silently cried. It got quieter and finally the yelling and
alarms quieted to a stop. As the pain became unbearable she slowly
moved, her fingers and toes first to test if her bones
were still capable of moving and hadn't froze solid.
Max shifted her arms and raised them to the icy ceiling. Her face,
blue, and her eyes terrified, opened when she started breathing again,
somehow. She pushed her legs hard off her current position. Then she
used her remaining strength to push her fist through the ice and pull
herself up. She coughed and choked as the water spilled out of her
lungs and was replaced by sweet oxygen. Her fist bled at the knuckles
and it felt completely numb. She laid her head on the blanket of snow,
resting and regaining her energy.
~~~
Less than 10 minutes later she was up again, her head ached as she scanned
the terra for the enemy. Nothing.
Carelessly she climbed to her feet and started to cry. She turned around and
looked back to manticore, then to the forest. Max didn't care anymore,
but she still had the urge to run far away. Everything was mysteriously quiet,
like a ghost town. All she could think about was death. That's what the air smelled like,
that's what the land looked like, and that's what the thick air she breathed tasted like.
Like the child little Max was, she cried and ran through the forest.
She didn't stop for a breath or to rest her bare feet. Her gown was soaked in freezing water,
which made it even heavier. Still she carried on through the thick forests, crying more
softly.
A tree log covered in ice caused her to slip and she ran straight into a tree.
Snow fell all over her and she gasped, and growled at the accident.
Now very frustrated, tired and in pain she crawled out of the snow and started to go around a
corner when a hand from out of nowhere grabbed her arm.
That really scared her. She jumped a mile high and nearly screamed but covered her mouth
quickly. "Max." The bloody and broken figure of her brother said quietly.
"Zack!" Max squealed, as her eyes widened, "I thought." She stopped and instantly hugged
him. Normally he'd deny but he allowed her to, especially after the big event, he thought he
would never see her again.
"We have to get out of here!" Max said after pulling away from the warmth of the hug.
"Maxie, I don't know if I can." He paused and shamefully looked down to the ground.
"No. I won't let you tell me that. I climbed out of the ice where I somehow rebooted and then
managed to run all the way here! Zack you have to make it! I need your help, big brother."
Max cried.
Zack still looked to the ground. His appearance hurt as bad as it looked.
He was bleeding badly, all over his arms, legs and face. He had cuts on his face
that throbbed in pain. Max could obviously see he was in deep, deep pain.
"No Zack you look down to no one," she paused, lifting his chin up to her eyes.
"I'll carry you then," Max continued, putting an arm around his stomach, attempting to aid
his walking, like a third leg.
"Maxie, please." Zack tried. "It would be smart if you would just leave me here and run
yourself."
Max glared at him then, gripped Zack tighter," I won't let go of you, no matter what."
Zack at into her beautiful brown eyes. They were filled with hope along with the idea of
being plain stubborn. He knew she wouldn't stop.
" Fine...But promise me as soon as danger comes around you'll run and not look back."
Max blankly just started to walk on, not answering.
~~~
Max and Zack limped in the bushes, stumbling helplessly every once in awhile, by the streets
for hours. "You were crying." Zack reminded her as the walked.
"Yes." Max agreed, biting her lip.
"I haven't heard you cry in a long time."
"Since about three or four years ago when Lydecker yelled at me for disobeying him and I
fought with him. I was right but he tried to get away with it. He yelled at me more and I
started to cry." Max said, remembering what happened almost laughing at what happened
after Lydecker realized he was wrong.
"We're away from them now. Hopefully no more Lydecker or TAC leaders. At least for a
long while." Zack smiled. It was quick but it was still a smile.
"I like that." Max said smiling happily.
They kept walking, for about 30 minutes.
The silence stopped when fingers, not belonging to either of them, tapped Max's shoulder
from behind.