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AN: this is my first Fan Fic. It is many parts, but I will only post them if I get responses, so NO SILENT READERS!!!!! And before you get mad, this was a fan fic challenge, I didn't make up the stipulations, so please no flames.
PART 1/4
JAM PONY: 7:30A.M.
As Max walked into Jam Pony, Normal greeted her in his usual annoying fashion.
" Your late Max, what happened this time, your Uncle die this time or was it the Sector Police again, holding you up for being a witch?"
" Sorry I couldn't find my keys." This was partly true, she had had trouble finding her keys, but the real reason was she was visiting Logan, he had some new baddie that he wanted her help disposing of.
" Well don't do it again!!" Normal huffed off. Max went over to Original Cindy
"Hey Cindy, what's kicking?"
" Nothing much now, but I think I got me a date tonight!!"
"Really, who is it?"
" A new girl in town, her name is Latisha, a bomb a** name if I ever heard one."
"That's great Cindy."
" You coming to Crash tonight?"
" I don't know I have to something for Logan tonight, but if I get it done, I'll stop by."
" Rich boy keeping you busy?"
" I just feel like helping him K?"
"K, don't get all defensive, I'm just stating the facts,"
" Gotta blaze, before Normal fires me."
"See ya Boo."
LOGAN'S PENTHOUSE: 7:30 THAT NIGHT
" Yo! What's up Logan, this better be fast, because I want to stop by Crash tonight."
"Max! I'm glad you're here; here is the address of the guy I want you to check out. Supposedly he's making a killing off of stolen drugs. I want you to check his place out, and try to get some dirt on him, see if you can tell me what he's stealing, and who he's working with. Shouldn't take you long, but stop back here before you go to Crash O.K.?"
"O.K. this sounds too easy."
" Just don't get hurt."
" Who me?? Logan, you should know better than that. I'm ALWAYS careful."
"Max I mean it, this guy has some heavy security."
"It'll be a breeze."
"Just promise me you get out of there if anything goes sideways."
"Sure thing "Mom"."
With that Max turned and left Logan staring at the space she used to be standing.
"Max, I couldn't stand to loose you." Logan whispered to himself. "Please be careful."
OUTSIDE: 8:00
Max zoomed down the street to the address Logan had given her. She knew that this might not be as easy as she had said to Logan, but she didn't want him to worry, with our with ut heavy security she would get what Logan needed, and head to Crash. She stopped her bike a street away, and headed to the large building that was the headquarters of the newest scum she had to get rid of. She scanned for any movement, and when the coast was clear, she slipped up to the door. "Heavy security my a**."
Just as this thought had crossed her mind a blaring alarm sounded through the cold night air "Damn!!" She had been caught, as she raced back to her bike, a sudden flashing pain engulfed her as she went down on her right leg, which had just been shot. Hauling herself back up she ran as fast as she could. Reaching her bike she revved the engine, and sped away. As she was turning a corner, a tractor-trailer slammed into her, and blackness engulfed her.
LOGAN'S PENTHOUSE: 8:30
"Where is she, she should be back by now." Logan wondered aloud.
" Want to go look for her? I can get the car out." Bling asked.
"Yes, if you wouldn't mind Bling."
"For you or Max anything."
"Thanks Bling."
ON THE ROAD: 8:45
"Want to go on this street?" Bling asked.
"Sure." Logan was getting more and more worried as time went by. Where could she be? Than he saw her. "Oh God Max, how could this happen?"
OUTSIDE: 8:50
Max's bike was a pile of crushed metal and lying about two feet away was Max looking about a good as her bike. Bling ran over to Max's crumpled form, and checked her pulse. Good she was alive. With that Bling gently lifted Max, and carried her back to the car. He laid her in the back seat.
"Is she O.K.?" Logan asked.
Bling could hear the worry in his voice.
"I hope so man, looks like she took a nasty spill."
"Alright, listen I have a friend who runs a clinic about 6 miles from here. She is trustworthy and she won't ask questions."
"Than let's get there, Max may be hurt worse than we can see."
CLINIC: 9:30
Dr. Jones walked into the room where Logan's friend lay. She looked over the slender body laying beofer her. "Well I can see why Logan likes you." She thought to herself. Max wasn't in great shape, but she looked pretty good considering she had taken a tractor-trailer in a game of one on one. Her right leg had a bullet hole that went the whole way through. Max was lucky, one because the bullet went the whole way through, and second, because it had missed all bones, and major tendons. The gunshot wound, may have been the reason she had crashed, but Erica had learned not to ask Logan, if he wanted to tell her he would. Her left arm had a nasty gash that ran from her shoulder to her wrist. Dr. Jones cleaned the wound, and than stitched it up. Other than some minor cuts and bruises, Max hardly showed that she had had an accident at all. At least nothing on the outside.
"Logan could you come in here?" Dr. Jones asked.
Logan wheeled himself in to the small back room.
"Is she going to be O.K.?" Logan asked.
"Well as far as I can see there are no broken bones, and only the one cut. Other than that there is no major damage, but a CT scan would tell us if she has any head trauma. I can't tell for sure, but with her being unconscious this long, it is a good chance there is."
"She can't go to a hospital."
"O.K. Logan, I won't ask why, I know you always have a good reason, but then there is nothing else I can do for her. You can take her home. Bring her back hen she wakes up, or if she doesn't wake up in a week, and give her one of these (she handed Logan a bottle of pills) twice a day to fight an infection."
" O.K. Thanks Erica."
Bling came in and gently lifted Max into his arms, and carried her back to the car.
LOGAN'S PENTHOUSE: 2 DAYS LATER AT 10:00 A.M.
Max felt herself slowly coming awake. Every part of her hurt with a dull throbbing pain. She felt as if she had been run over by a truck, wait she had been. She didn't remember anything after that, except blackness.
"Logan?" Max asked weakly.
"Max you're awake!"
"Logan... I can't see."