I am death incarnate. I am vengeance.
When I saw that blade go deep into Max's heart I knew that those were the only two things I lived for. Revenge, and the death of Ames White.
For a month I trained. I ran around the whole of Seattle countless times and I didn't stop until I collapsed on the floor with exertion.
I sparred with 9, 10 different transgenics a day, anyone who would take me, I fought. I did hand-stand push-ups and army sit-ups at night before I went to bed.because the only way I could sleep, was if I was exhausted.and even then dreams of her haunted me.
My only purpose for that month was to train, and so, all the friends I had gained at Terminal City and everywhere else, were gone. Physically, they were still there, they even smiled and waved at me occasionally, but their friendship was gone.
And then finally, the day came. I woke up at 9:30.I had actually slept in which was an unusual thing since Max. I could feel the blood course through my veins, and I knew I was ready.
O.C, the only friend other than Joshua that I still had, tried to convince me to forget it, she said that she thought I would get over it after a while. It's strange, after living with Max for so long, she should have known that a transgenic never changes their mind.
I had a goal, and I was going to achieve it, or be killed trying. I only needed one person.Logan.
I walked to his apartment, and I knocked on his door. I could have picked the lock, or gone through a window.but I felt patient today, because I knew that today, I would get what I want.
Asha opened the door in Logan's robe and I felt a flush of anger race through my veins.
Max had given her heart to Logan, a useless, dependant ordinary.and only a month after her death he had forgotten her.
I shoved past Asha and walked up to Logan who was frowning angrily at me from the kitchen.
"What Alec?" he asked.
I shrugged. "I know that you know where White is, tell me." I said bluntly.
Asha walked discreetly to the bedroom and Logan's lip curled up in a sneer.
"Why? So you can die trying to kill him?" Logan smiled. "I guess that's reason enough."
He wheeled over to his desk and picked up a file, throwing it to me.
"I'd like to say that it's been nice knowing you.but it hasn't."
I walked to the door and froze when I heard the click of a gun barrel being loaded.
I turned slowly to see Logan holding the gun aimed at me.
He laughed and through it and I caught it with one deft move of my arm. "Not that I'd care if you die.you know that I would probably like it, but I would like to see Ames dead too."
I turn back to the door but Logan stopped me again.
"You are risking your life for someone who never cared for you at all.You were just another responsibility to Max." he said.
I looked down at the floor, still facing the door. Wow, it's a day for pointing out the obvious isn't it?
"I know." I whisper quietly, my throat burning around the words, and I left.
When I saw that blade go deep into Max's heart I knew that those were the only two things I lived for. Revenge, and the death of Ames White.
For a month I trained. I ran around the whole of Seattle countless times and I didn't stop until I collapsed on the floor with exertion.
I sparred with 9, 10 different transgenics a day, anyone who would take me, I fought. I did hand-stand push-ups and army sit-ups at night before I went to bed.because the only way I could sleep, was if I was exhausted.and even then dreams of her haunted me.
My only purpose for that month was to train, and so, all the friends I had gained at Terminal City and everywhere else, were gone. Physically, they were still there, they even smiled and waved at me occasionally, but their friendship was gone.
And then finally, the day came. I woke up at 9:30.I had actually slept in which was an unusual thing since Max. I could feel the blood course through my veins, and I knew I was ready.
O.C, the only friend other than Joshua that I still had, tried to convince me to forget it, she said that she thought I would get over it after a while. It's strange, after living with Max for so long, she should have known that a transgenic never changes their mind.
I had a goal, and I was going to achieve it, or be killed trying. I only needed one person.Logan.
I walked to his apartment, and I knocked on his door. I could have picked the lock, or gone through a window.but I felt patient today, because I knew that today, I would get what I want.
Asha opened the door in Logan's robe and I felt a flush of anger race through my veins.
Max had given her heart to Logan, a useless, dependant ordinary.and only a month after her death he had forgotten her.
I shoved past Asha and walked up to Logan who was frowning angrily at me from the kitchen.
"What Alec?" he asked.
I shrugged. "I know that you know where White is, tell me." I said bluntly.
Asha walked discreetly to the bedroom and Logan's lip curled up in a sneer.
"Why? So you can die trying to kill him?" Logan smiled. "I guess that's reason enough."
He wheeled over to his desk and picked up a file, throwing it to me.
"I'd like to say that it's been nice knowing you.but it hasn't."
I walked to the door and froze when I heard the click of a gun barrel being loaded.
I turned slowly to see Logan holding the gun aimed at me.
He laughed and through it and I caught it with one deft move of my arm. "Not that I'd care if you die.you know that I would probably like it, but I would like to see Ames dead too."
I turn back to the door but Logan stopped me again.
"You are risking your life for someone who never cared for you at all.You were just another responsibility to Max." he said.
I looked down at the floor, still facing the door. Wow, it's a day for pointing out the obvious isn't it?
"I know." I whisper quietly, my throat burning around the words, and I left.