My Boo

My Boo
Original Cindy's thoughts after the season finale (AJBAC). Maybe some language....

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters, blah blah. This is my second fan fic, so please review!

You know, it ain't every day you find a straight-up, no-lies friend you can trust, one that'll stand up for you in a fight. Max was my boo ever since the day she walked into Jam Pony lookin' for a job. We been through some crazy-ass stuff together, which I guess makes it harder to think that she's dead.
That's right, my girl Max is dead. When her man Logan first told me, I didn't believe him. I didn't want to. But then I saw the look on his face an' realized it was the word-up truth. It musta hit him as hard as it hit me, cuz no matter what Max said, I know he loved her. Original Cindy did too, but not the way he did. Max never joined the all-girls' team.
That night, the night Max died, I kept rememberin' stuff from when I first met her. I took her to Crash the night of her first day at Jam Pony, and we talked while shootin' pool. Damn, I hardly knew anything bout Max then. I didn't know about no Manticore, the bar code on her neck, or why she had seizures sometimes. All I knew was that she was my boo.
Maybe Original Cindy started suspectin' something was up when she saved Sketchy's ass by winnin' big bucks from a mob boss. Or maybe when she broke outta jail just in time to escape the Army people who was followin' her. In fact, she tried to tell me an' Kendra the truth after that, but we didn't listen. It wasn't until Max almost got killed for me that I learned what she really was: a genetically-enhanced killing machine who was runnin' from the feds.
It sure sounds like some science-fiction movie, don't it? That's what I thought at the time. And I thought that she had lied to me, that she thought she couldn't trust me. I was angry at Max until I realized she was just tryin' to protect her boo. I felt like Max was my sista more than ever.
But then she got shot. Original Cindy don't know all the details, only what Logan told her. He said that Max and some of her super-soldier brothers and sisters tried to take out Manticore once and for all, with the help of Lydecker. Lydecker is the Army stiff who's been huntin' Max for ten years. He agreed to help his soldier-kids because some Manticore officials tried to kill him or somethin'. Anyway, the deal-io was that Max and her brother Zack blew up a DNA lab at Manticore, but before she could get her ass outta the way, she got a bullet in the chest.
So that's it. End of story. I'd always known my boo lived dangerously, but I never thought she'd get killed for it.
The worst part was going to Jam Pony this mornin'. Normal, of course, asked what excuse I had for Max today, and then I told him she was dead. Yeah, that shut him up good. Sketchy an' Herbal were standing beside the lockers like they'd taken bullets themselves. For once, Herbal didn't say It's all good, alla time.
Tonight, though, instead of goin' to Crash or back to the apartment where Max's bike still sits, I headed toward the bay, to the ol' Space Needle. They say that, back before the Pulse, rich white folks used t' go there and and look over the city while sippin' champagne. Now, it's just rustin' and gettin' covered with graffiti. Logan says Max used to climb up to the top and sit there for hours at night. So Original Cindy crawled under the fences and went up hundreds of stairs to look down at Seattle. She's still sittin' there now, thinkin' about her boo.