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Chapter 2 – Becoming a Target

Rachel Amber's Room – 4:19am March 29th 2013

"...did you get a look at who brought her here?"

"...brown hair...short...put her hood up so..."

"...it looks like she's waking up..."

"...Rachel?"

Feeling weak and sluggish, Rachel slowly regained consciousness. Groaning pitifully, she tried to open her eyes. After blinking a few times her vision refused to focus and the blonde couldn't help how her heart raced in panic.

Where the fuck am I?! Why can't I see?!

"Hey! Rachel it's okay you're safe"

Struggling to recognise the voice a pale white and blue blob appeared in front of her while a light pressure rested on her shoulder. Trying to fight against whatever was holding her down Rachel could feel a familiar sense of helplessness assault her as her body refused to cooperate with her. At best, her arms twitched with the effort.

Oh god what's wrong with me?! Why can't I move?!

"Rachel please calm down, we are not going to hurt you"

Another pale blob, this time with brown colouring came into her line of vision. Blinking rapidly, Rachel felt tears begin to slide down her cheeks. She flinched as something soft touched her cheek; she just wanted this to stop.

"Rachel, it's me, Chloe. I swear no one is going to hurt you now."

Chloe?

Squinting at the blob with blue tinting, it took a few minutes of concentration for her vision to focus enough to recognise the worried face of her best friend looking down at her.

"Chloe?" croaked Rachel. A relived smile formed on the worried blunette's face as she nodded her head furiously. The panic slowly began to subside as relieved exhaustion took its place.

She was with Chloe. She was safe.

Staying awake was proving to be difficult and Rachel dully noted that she was lying on her side on something soft.

My bed? How did I get here?

Frowning tiredly in confusion, Rachel looked at Chloe with clearer vision and noticed that someone else was with her and the two were talking.

Kate Marsh? Was she the one who stopped Nathan?

As her eyelids grew heavy Rachel was reluctant to fall asleep, she had so many questions she needed answers to. But it seemed her body had other ideas for no sooner had she closed her eyes she drifted into a fitful sleep.

Arcadia Bay – 9:53am 29th March 2013

Hissing in pain, Max reduced her pace to a slow limp as she headed towards the next step in her plan.

Luckily her leg had stopped bleeding but now it was throbbing and proving difficult to move.

Great, just great Max. How are you going to keep everyone safe if you can't even stop yourself from getting an infection? You are pathetic.

Shaking her head in an attempt to brush off the self-depreciating thoughts, Max continued to limp down the sidewalk towards the Two Whales Diner. Hopefully, the person she needed to see would be there. If not...

Let's not think about that right now.

Keeping her head down to avoid eye contact with the people she passed, Max tugged at her hood to keep it from being blown off her head by the slight gust of wind. Hopefully, no one would recognise her and given that she had changed her clothes and was no longer smattered with dried blood no one would think to stop her and ask if she was alright.

Keeping her hands inside her dark hoodie, it took far longer than she would have like to get to the parking lot of the diner. Glancing through the chain link fence she released a sigh at the sight of a familiar beaten down RV was parked towards the far side of the lot.

Frank's here. Now is he in his RV or is he in the diner?

Her leg protested painfully as she limped up the steps of the diner, glancing through the windows she released a frustrated sigh as she saw Frank Bowers sitting in the corner of the diner.

Of course he's in there. Because it would make things too easy for me if he was in his RV now wouldn't it.

Not willing to risk being recognised by Joyce, Max turned and headed towards Frank's RV.

Looks like I'll need to get him to come outside to speak to me.

Coming to a stop in front of the RV door, the small brunette knocked on the door. A small smile formed on her pale, freckled face as loud barking emitted from.

Good old Pompidou.

Tapping her knuckles against the dirtied door a few more times, the barking increased in its volume and ferocity. Glancing over her shoulder Max managed to catch Frank's attention as he peered out of the diner, curious as to what was causing his dog to bark so loudly. The dirty blonde haired drug dealer frowned at her before getting up and making his way to the exit.

Shifting her weight to her right leg, Max leant against the RV for stability as Frank approached.

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" he bellowed as he approached. Max waited until he was a reasonable distance before putting her hands up.

"I just want to talk. That's all" she stated calmly.

"And why the fuck would I want to do that after you antagonised my dog?" he barked as he came to a halt dangerously close to Max, glaring down at her.

"I want to talk to you about Nathan Prescott and how he nearly hurt Rachel Amber last night"

It was truly amazing to watch the emotions dance across Franks face. What started as anger quickly morphed into fear and concern at the mention of Rachel and it left no doubt in Max's mind that Frank cared for the small blonde.

"That fucking punk. When I get my hands on him I'll tear him to pieces for trying to hurt Rachel"

I have no doubt that you will. But I can't let you do that I'm afraid.

"Frank can we talk somewhere private?" asked Max. Nodding his head, the dirty blonde reached into his pocket and withdrew his keys to unlock the RV. Opening the door he made a quick hand gesture for Pompidou to quiet down before nodding his head at Max to enter.

Pushing away from where she had been leaning against the RV, Max winced and pressed a hand to her leg as she limped towards the entrance.

"You okay there kid?" asked Frank suspiciously.

"I'm fine" stated Max as she entered the RV.

Standing close the driver seat, Max waited for Frank to shut the door behind him so they could talk privately.

"You don't look so good kid. Take a seat before you keel over" it was more of an order than a suggestion but Max happily obliged and took a seat at the small table filled with crap. Anything to keep the pressure off of her leg.

Still as messy as I remember.

"So what do you need from me?" questioned Frank as he sat opposite her.

"There's a few things I need from you, a-and I need you to hear me out first before you say anything" Max watched as Frank nodded, the look of distaste and impatience clearly written on his face.

"I need you to stop selling drugs to Nathan and stay away from him, he's using them to drug girls at Blackwell for his photography and...and he's going to end up killing someone if you don't stop supplying him"

Images danced in front of her mind from her original timeline, of photos inside Rachel's binder in Jefferson's bunker and of Rachel's final resting place.

No. That is not going to happen. I won't let it.

"Is that what he did to Rachel? Did that sick little fuck try and drug her?" there was a dangerous tone to Frank's voice that put Max on edge, she understood his rage, if anyone had done the same to Chloe that had been done to Rachel...she didn't know what she would do, but she needed Frank to listen to her and not wallow in his rage.

"She's safe now Frank."

Max hated how Frank looked at her with such suspicion.

"And how do you know that? Come to think of it how do you know what Nathan's been up to? Just who the fuck are you?"

This wasn't how Max wanted the conversation to go. He was angry and lashing out, she understood that but if she wanted her plan to work then she needed Frank to work with her on this.

"Frank, I was there last night to stop him from hurting Rachel, I had the shit kicked out of me and had a knife used of me but I promise you that Rachel is back in her dorm room and she is safe with Chloe."

Max watched as Frank scoffed at the mention of Chloe.

"You really think that little punk can keep Rachel safe? Cause I sure don't, that bitch still owes me money and you just expect me to believe you that Rachel is safe?"

The small brunette released a frustrated breath before she lowered the top of her black jeans to expose the top part of the wound left along her hip by Nathan's knife. She watched how Frank winced slightly at the angry looking cut that was hurting like nothing Max had ever experienced before.

"That was from Nathan" stated Max as she pulled her jeans up to cover the injury. Max noted silently how something wet was starting to seep into her jeans; she had probably caused the cut to start bleeding again from all the movement she had forced herself through today.

"Shit kid you should get to a hospital. That's one hella nasty cut you got here" Max shook her head.

"No, no hospitals" she couldn't risk it. If she was taken to hospital then there would be too many explanations needed. Such as why was she in Arcadia Bay and not in Seattle, her parents would be called, Chloe would find out she was here and then the whole thing would blow up in her face and Nathan and Jefferson would be left to continue with their sick games.

"Right, not sure if you're really smart or really stupid kid but I'll stop supplying Nathan with drugs and won't beat his ass into the ground, for now. Is that everything?" Max shook her head.

"No, I want to talk to you about the debt that Chloe owes you"

"Why you gonna pay it off for her? Like you're carrying anything more than $10 dollars on you" he laughed.

Max frowned as she pulled out a thick wad of cash from her hoodie and placed it on the table. A memory flittered to the forefront of her mind of both her and Chloe snatching the money from Principal Wells' desk drawer. Even though she had felt terrible for it at the time she was certainly grateful now that they had.

"The fuck kid?"

"There's $3000 dollars. Take it and write off Chloe's debt" A wave of dizziness assaulted Max, threatening her ability to keep herself upright as the room began to spin.

"Why the fuck do you care about Chloe fucking Price?" Max glared at him for that.

Because she's worth it asshole.

"Just take the money and leave her alone"

Watching silently as Frank picked up the wad of cash and started to count the amount there, Max rifled in her pockets for the much smaller wad of cash she carried with her. She needed help, it was very likely at this point that the cut on her leg and hip had become infected and she would need to treat it fast.

"Alright then kid. Money's all there so me and Chloe are even now. Anything else?" Max nodded slowly.

"Yeah, painkillers and anti-biotics, do you have any?" Raising his eyebrows the dirty blonde drug dealer got up from his seat and walked towards one of his cabinets.

"Painkillers I've got a tonne of. Anti-biotics no, but I know someone who can get hold of them" grabbing hold of a small bottle he brought it over to the table and sat back down.

Glancing at the name on the bottle, Max read the label stating 'Oxycodone'

"How much for this and how soon can you get the anti-biotics?"

Frowning down at her, Frank pushed the bottle towards her.

"Take it. For helping Rachel. The anti-biotics I can get for you tomorrow, where should we meet?" Surprised by his generosity, Max took the bottle.

"Thank you. The bench near the light house. I'll meet you there after dark" stated Max as she got up from her seat.

"I still don't know you're name kid." Max shook her head as she steadied herself.

"No names. It's for the best" she spoke softly as she put the bottle in her hoodie pocket.

"Right kid. You carry on playing mystery there, I'll see you tomorrow."

Nodding her head, Max opened the door and limped out of the RV. She just hoped Frank would keep his work and not do anything stupid.

And that is the second chapter!

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