Title: Infinity
Rating: PG
Summary: What does Max do now, now that Chiasmus is dead, now that she's left her life behind.
Endorse: Show belongs to Fox, JC. Story is mine. If you wanna archive, please do so, just email me first, and make sure my name is attached. Feedback is welcomed. So, send some.
Note: I listened to Convergence, by Not Applicable, I found it on mp3.com. It's awesome, you should download it. Oh, and I kinda envisioned this whole thing in slow motion.
Every step became a step farther away from the past. Of course you can never outrun the past. You may get away, but it will catch up with you eventually. Everything always does. Running away never solved anything, but it was all she could do. The rain never ceased. The pain never stopped. The reality never changed. This whole situation called life. A place called hell. Where is heaven, where did it go? Her life is one continuous cycle. Always escaping………. always.
Through the torrents of rain she walked, walked toward her destiny. To what had always called to her. Somewhere, a place where she could hide in plain sight, get away from the good, and reclaim her past. What she should have done in the first place. A city of no angels, lest they be dark ones. A city of the devil. Crime reigned as high king and overlord. This is where she belongs. Those with no soul, the garbage dump for the soulless, and heartless. Her new home.
He just sat there. Sitting, and staring off into space. He didn't know what to do.
"What did she say?"
"She had to leave. Something about ignoring it, and she couldn't do it anymore."
"Where she say she was goin?"
"I don't know." He looked at her. "Infinity." Then his eyes fell back to the ground.
"Infinity?" She asked. He just nodded his head.
"She doesn't want to be found."
"That name sounds familiar."
"Name?"
"Yeah, I think it's the name of a place I heard about once."
"What? Where? Tell me." He looked at her with pleading eyes.
"I… I don't remember. Sorry boo. But I can check it out, I know someone I can talk to." She looked at him a moment. "Look, I gotta go now. But we'll find her." She walked off leaving Logan to sit there.
"Infinity?" He whispered quietly to himself. Turning to his computer, he began a search for the city known as infinity.
Her boots splashed through the puddles of muck, and sewage. This city was never known for it's immaculate upkeep. People huddled in their rags along the side of the streets, and a neon glow radiated from every street corner. A man ran by her, bumping into her shoulder, followed by another man cursing loudly. Wrapping her jacket around her, she sighed, her breath hanging thickly in the air. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Every step was an eternity. Her eyes darted around through the darkness, looking for some place to stay, at least for the night. No place would be clean, so the first place would do just fine. She continued her stroll along the dingy streets, and came upon an inn called the Prancing Pig. A man came flying out of the door, almost hitting her. The muscular doorman had thrown him out. Walking up to the door she tried to enter.
"You want to move." She said tiredly.
"You don't belong here little girl." He growled with a small smile.
"I won't ask you again."
"I'm not afraid of you." His eyebrow arched, and he crossed his arms in front of him.
"Ok, you asked for it." Her foot flew up to his groin, as he slumped over she grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the doorway, throwing him to the ground. Dusting her hands off she walked in through the door. A man behind a barred window looked at her with hungry, roving eyes. "Is this where I can get a room?"
"Yeah. Fifty a night. Bar's that way." He pointed to a door behind her. "Rooms are up there." He pointed to the stairs. She slipped him the money, and he gave her a key. Her boots pounded up the stairs. The place looked somewhat clean. Though the people it held did not. Walking past a few prostitutes, who looked at her questioningly, she finally got to her room, which to her surprise wasn't covered by roaches. It was somewhat decent. Sitting down in a chair next to the bed, a single tear rolled down her cheek. Her face remained stoic, and jaw tightened. Leaving was hard, but she had to get on, she had to forget as best she could.
She shut the light off, and laid down on the bed. The moonlight streamed in from the bay window behind her. No matter how hard she tried, the memories and the images could not be washed from her mind. Not just the …… the memory of what she'd done, but of Logan. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes and looked back to the days before………….before it all went to hell.
"So what do we do now?"
"How about you marry me."
"What?" She chuckled.
"Nothing is coming between us again. I'm not going to lose you."
"Logan?"
"Yeah?"
"You know, I never saw myself gettin married."
"I knew the first moment I saw you."
"I'm serious."
"Yeah, well I guess me neither."
"Do you think it'll be safe to have kids?"
"It'll never be safe. The world will always be dangerous somehow, someway. There's nothing anyone can do about it, it's just a fact of life."
"Logan."
"Yeah?"
"I'm really tired, can you please stop talkin so much."
"I'll do what ever you want as long as you let him go, and I know he is safe."
"I'll comply with your feeble wishes." He let Logan go, who ran to Max and looked her in the face.
"Don't do this." He pleaded as tears streamed down his face. "Please Max." She couldn't look at the pain in his eyes and let her head hang.
"You know what you have to do, and what I have to do. I love you." He touched her face.
"I have to go. Can never come back. Have to leave." Max strode towards the door.
"What, is something wrong?"
"I'll kill him, I'll kill you if I stay. "Max wanted to cry, but it didn't happen. "Tell Logan I love him."
Everything changed so quickly. Her life was going to change for the better, she had found love again. But one night, one man, one word, and it all disappeared without a trace. Maybe it just wasn't mean to be. To think, she was engaged to be married, a concept unknown to her before Logan. Married, and maybe kids, and who knew what her life could have been. But that path has changed, she's on a new path now. The right one, right? Whatever happened to that soldier inside? It's still there, but not the same. She longed for those quiet nights she laid next to him, watching him sleep. The worries would hide away for that little while.
He sat in the darkness, stoically staring out the window into the depths of the night. His soul pleaded desperately, calling out to her, hoping in some way she would feel it, and…………… that she would come back. Life would stand still for him until he could hold her again, and gaze upon her angelic face. So far his search had turned up nothing, but he was not about to give up so easily. They say it is better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all, but it hurts more when you know what you are losing, and to know that you may never get it back. He needed her back, but would she be the same? They had planned a life together just a short time ago. Marriage…………..
He squeezed his eyes shut, as if that might relieve the pain, but it made it worse. The memory of when she first dropped in, that fateful night that changed both their lives. The ensuing chaos that brought them together, and tore them so desperately apart. He thought he could never have loved again, not as much as he once did, but she changed that for him. He felt a love greater than before, a love beyond the realm of rational explanation. And now his heart was torn from his chest once more. This time she had done it herself. But he couldn't blame her really. She had been through a lot. Things he couldn't possibly imagine, but he whished she would have let him in. Let him try to help, all he wanted was to make the pain go away. Maybe it's beyond his capabilities. Maybe it goes deeper than he thought. But that shouldn't change the love they shared. That shouldn't make her drop him, leave him alone. Or should it?
The tears wanted to leave the barricade of her sad, tired eyes, but she would not let them. Slowly sitting up she peered into the darkness, and for an instant she saw Logan standing in front of her, a sad look on his face. Shaking her head she decided a drink or two was in order. Without hesitation she walked out of her room, and down to the stingy bar. Smoke hung in the air like fog. She walked up to the bar and threw her money on the bar top.
"Give me three bottles of the strongest thing you got." The man, who looked to be 19, turned and grabbed three bottles from the shelves behind him. Grabbing them, she walked back to her room, and in the sanctuary of its darkness, she opened a bottle and tried her best to drown every memory she ever held. The pain she felt was unlike any she had ever encountered before, and she had been shot and stabbed, and had horrible things done to her in Manticore. But this pain hurt deep down, penetrating her soul. This pain, this pain she did not wish on her worst enemy.
Rating: PG
Summary: What does Max do now, now that Chiasmus is dead, now that she's left her life behind.
Endorse: Show belongs to Fox, JC. Story is mine. If you wanna archive, please do so, just email me first, and make sure my name is attached. Feedback is welcomed. So, send some.
Note: I listened to Convergence, by Not Applicable, I found it on mp3.com. It's awesome, you should download it. Oh, and I kinda envisioned this whole thing in slow motion.
Every step became a step farther away from the past. Of course you can never outrun the past. You may get away, but it will catch up with you eventually. Everything always does. Running away never solved anything, but it was all she could do. The rain never ceased. The pain never stopped. The reality never changed. This whole situation called life. A place called hell. Where is heaven, where did it go? Her life is one continuous cycle. Always escaping………. always.
Through the torrents of rain she walked, walked toward her destiny. To what had always called to her. Somewhere, a place where she could hide in plain sight, get away from the good, and reclaim her past. What she should have done in the first place. A city of no angels, lest they be dark ones. A city of the devil. Crime reigned as high king and overlord. This is where she belongs. Those with no soul, the garbage dump for the soulless, and heartless. Her new home.
He just sat there. Sitting, and staring off into space. He didn't know what to do.
"What did she say?"
"She had to leave. Something about ignoring it, and she couldn't do it anymore."
"Where she say she was goin?"
"I don't know." He looked at her. "Infinity." Then his eyes fell back to the ground.
"Infinity?" She asked. He just nodded his head.
"She doesn't want to be found."
"That name sounds familiar."
"Name?"
"Yeah, I think it's the name of a place I heard about once."
"What? Where? Tell me." He looked at her with pleading eyes.
"I… I don't remember. Sorry boo. But I can check it out, I know someone I can talk to." She looked at him a moment. "Look, I gotta go now. But we'll find her." She walked off leaving Logan to sit there.
"Infinity?" He whispered quietly to himself. Turning to his computer, he began a search for the city known as infinity.
Her boots splashed through the puddles of muck, and sewage. This city was never known for it's immaculate upkeep. People huddled in their rags along the side of the streets, and a neon glow radiated from every street corner. A man ran by her, bumping into her shoulder, followed by another man cursing loudly. Wrapping her jacket around her, she sighed, her breath hanging thickly in the air. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Every step was an eternity. Her eyes darted around through the darkness, looking for some place to stay, at least for the night. No place would be clean, so the first place would do just fine. She continued her stroll along the dingy streets, and came upon an inn called the Prancing Pig. A man came flying out of the door, almost hitting her. The muscular doorman had thrown him out. Walking up to the door she tried to enter.
"You want to move." She said tiredly.
"You don't belong here little girl." He growled with a small smile.
"I won't ask you again."
"I'm not afraid of you." His eyebrow arched, and he crossed his arms in front of him.
"Ok, you asked for it." Her foot flew up to his groin, as he slumped over she grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the doorway, throwing him to the ground. Dusting her hands off she walked in through the door. A man behind a barred window looked at her with hungry, roving eyes. "Is this where I can get a room?"
"Yeah. Fifty a night. Bar's that way." He pointed to a door behind her. "Rooms are up there." He pointed to the stairs. She slipped him the money, and he gave her a key. Her boots pounded up the stairs. The place looked somewhat clean. Though the people it held did not. Walking past a few prostitutes, who looked at her questioningly, she finally got to her room, which to her surprise wasn't covered by roaches. It was somewhat decent. Sitting down in a chair next to the bed, a single tear rolled down her cheek. Her face remained stoic, and jaw tightened. Leaving was hard, but she had to get on, she had to forget as best she could.
She shut the light off, and laid down on the bed. The moonlight streamed in from the bay window behind her. No matter how hard she tried, the memories and the images could not be washed from her mind. Not just the …… the memory of what she'd done, but of Logan. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes and looked back to the days before………….before it all went to hell.
"So what do we do now?"
"How about you marry me."
"What?" She chuckled.
"Nothing is coming between us again. I'm not going to lose you."
"Logan?"
"Yeah?"
"You know, I never saw myself gettin married."
"I knew the first moment I saw you."
"I'm serious."
"Yeah, well I guess me neither."
"Do you think it'll be safe to have kids?"
"It'll never be safe. The world will always be dangerous somehow, someway. There's nothing anyone can do about it, it's just a fact of life."
"Logan."
"Yeah?"
"I'm really tired, can you please stop talkin so much."
"I'll do what ever you want as long as you let him go, and I know he is safe."
"I'll comply with your feeble wishes." He let Logan go, who ran to Max and looked her in the face.
"Don't do this." He pleaded as tears streamed down his face. "Please Max." She couldn't look at the pain in his eyes and let her head hang.
"You know what you have to do, and what I have to do. I love you." He touched her face.
"I have to go. Can never come back. Have to leave." Max strode towards the door.
"What, is something wrong?"
"I'll kill him, I'll kill you if I stay. "Max wanted to cry, but it didn't happen. "Tell Logan I love him."
Everything changed so quickly. Her life was going to change for the better, she had found love again. But one night, one man, one word, and it all disappeared without a trace. Maybe it just wasn't mean to be. To think, she was engaged to be married, a concept unknown to her before Logan. Married, and maybe kids, and who knew what her life could have been. But that path has changed, she's on a new path now. The right one, right? Whatever happened to that soldier inside? It's still there, but not the same. She longed for those quiet nights she laid next to him, watching him sleep. The worries would hide away for that little while.
He sat in the darkness, stoically staring out the window into the depths of the night. His soul pleaded desperately, calling out to her, hoping in some way she would feel it, and…………… that she would come back. Life would stand still for him until he could hold her again, and gaze upon her angelic face. So far his search had turned up nothing, but he was not about to give up so easily. They say it is better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all, but it hurts more when you know what you are losing, and to know that you may never get it back. He needed her back, but would she be the same? They had planned a life together just a short time ago. Marriage…………..
He squeezed his eyes shut, as if that might relieve the pain, but it made it worse. The memory of when she first dropped in, that fateful night that changed both their lives. The ensuing chaos that brought them together, and tore them so desperately apart. He thought he could never have loved again, not as much as he once did, but she changed that for him. He felt a love greater than before, a love beyond the realm of rational explanation. And now his heart was torn from his chest once more. This time she had done it herself. But he couldn't blame her really. She had been through a lot. Things he couldn't possibly imagine, but he whished she would have let him in. Let him try to help, all he wanted was to make the pain go away. Maybe it's beyond his capabilities. Maybe it goes deeper than he thought. But that shouldn't change the love they shared. That shouldn't make her drop him, leave him alone. Or should it?
The tears wanted to leave the barricade of her sad, tired eyes, but she would not let them. Slowly sitting up she peered into the darkness, and for an instant she saw Logan standing in front of her, a sad look on his face. Shaking her head she decided a drink or two was in order. Without hesitation she walked out of her room, and down to the stingy bar. Smoke hung in the air like fog. She walked up to the bar and threw her money on the bar top.
"Give me three bottles of the strongest thing you got." The man, who looked to be 19, turned and grabbed three bottles from the shelves behind him. Grabbing them, she walked back to her room, and in the sanctuary of its darkness, she opened a bottle and tried her best to drown every memory she ever held. The pain she felt was unlike any she had ever encountered before, and she had been shot and stabbed, and had horrible things done to her in Manticore. But this pain hurt deep down, penetrating her soul. This pain, this pain she did not wish on her worst enemy.