CHOICES MADE
More then a decade of hiding, yet it only took a year to make it all crumble into pieces. What is 'it'? 'It' was her life... well what was left of it. So many friends lost, so many of them killed over one small thing. One small difference in genetic make up and people go nuts. She didn't get it, how were they any different? Yeah so they were enhanced soldiers with excellent hearing and sight. But how could that make people turn on them. For God sake, they were made to protect the Americans not take over the world.
"Earth to Max..." a blue eyed, blond haired guy waved his hand in front of her eyes. She looked at him rolling her eyes and sighing. "...Ok, I was just spilling out my feelings, which doesn't happen very often and you go out in lala land."
"Sorry." she said not really meaning it. She had been sitting in the same chair for an hour listening to Alec complain about how he hated the checkpoints. "No matter how long you complain Alec, they're not going to change. You know that ever since that nine eleven thingy that we learned about when we were two made them put up higher security. Then the pulse made it even worse."
Alec nodded as if taking in what she had just said, but she knew that it had just bounced off his thick skull. "True, but I still don't like it. Don't we have legal rights or something. My gosh, the guard actually made me get off my bike..."
Original Cindy, the only girl Max could really trust, came over and sat down at the table with a mug of beer. She nodded to them and then looked over at another table where two other women sat. Grinning, Max turned back to Alec who was still going on about the guard.
"...So the guard then said I was holding too much money. Three thousand dollars is not too much money. I mean come on, what if I was going to shop or something?" Alec huffed and leaned back in his chair. "So I told him off and some policeman came up to us asking what our problem was. I told him what was happening and gave him a little fib. Told him that my wife wanted me to buy her a diamond ring at the gift shop near by. I told them that I didn't trust the bank anymore. Finally they let me go. Now you see what I mean?"
Sighing, Max took another sip of some cheap beer that was getting stale. It was hard to find a good beer that could get her drunk enough to get her mind off things. In fact it was almost impossible to get drunk. She had too high of a metabolism rate. "Alec, you know better then to carry that much money around. What the hell were you doing with all that money? I thought you were going to keep a low profile. White is still looking for you, remember?"
"Come on Max. I always carry that money around just incase I have to run. It's not like I was waving at the cameras saying 'come get me'." Alec rolled his eyes. "I knew you wouldn't understand me."
Opening her mouth, she was about to yell at him for wasting an hour of her time and then she thought better of it. Waving everything off, she went back to the business of trying to get drunk. He thought nobody could understand him? Huh, nobody ever understood her, not even herself for God sake. She had ten mugs of beer yet felt no buzz whatsoever. Maybe she needed some good ol' liquor.
"Yo boo, ya want to slow down a little? You're going to damage your liver or something." Original Cindy said concerned. "What's up? Why you acting so bummed? Is it your boy?"
"Number one," Max pointed out with a long sad drawl, "he's not my boy. Number two. I couldn't damage my liver unless I got a knife and pierced myself. It unfortunately just worked out that way when Manticore made me and I figure I'm not going to stab myself because that would be ridiculous. And number three, nothing's wrong with Logan, at least not that I'm aware of."
Alec nodded. "I found that problem too. No matter how many beers you have, you just can't get drunk. Try liquor, it works better. But it has to be strong enough to be able to wash out a carburetor or it's no good."
"Thanks for that great and wonderful fact." Max grumbled looking at the bottom of her empty mug. "I'll keep that in mind the next time I want to sound like a blubbering idiot."
"Hey, I'm just saying that..." Alec caught himself and then grinned. "I see. You tell me I can talk to you, yet when I do, you make fun of me. Fine, I don't need you anyway."
He stood up and walked towards the counter. Max put her head in her hands and let out a soft growl. The boy could just be irritating sometimes... wait no, all the time.
"Uh... boo?" Original Cindy asked.
"I know, I know." she waved her off as she got up and headed over to the counter. Alec had just ordered a shot of liquor and was scanning the labels of the bottles against the wall. No normal vision could read the small print. "Look Alec, I'm sorry. I've just been having a hard time dealing with some... things... for a while."
He shrugged and once the bartender put down the shot of liquor, Alec quickly gulped it down. Ordering another one, he turned to the other side of the room. "It doesn't matter. I should have known you didn't mean it."
"Mean what?"
"Mean that I could talk to you." Alec shrugged.
"Alec, I sat there for an hour and a half to hear you complain about the guards. Like I said, I can't do anything about that." Max replied waving to the bartender to get her a drink. "What did you want me to do?"
"Agree." Alec suggested gulping down another shot. "All my life people have disagreed with me. I just wanted someone to see it my way. I guess you can't. I was stupid to think that you would."
Max looked at him and laughed softly.
"What?" he asked a little annoyed.
"It's nothing..." Max grinned looking across the room only to see two of White's men walking into the Crash. "...but we might want to leave before White's men finds us. Like now would be a good time to blaze."
Alec looked over to where she was looking and nodded. Quickly heading over to Original Cindy, Max pointed to White's men and then headed out the back entrance. As she burst through the doors she head a clicking sound. She cursed quietly knowing what it meant. She heard Alec do the same thing. They stopped in the doorway. Four semi automatics locked and loaded were aimed straight at their heads.
"This is good." Max licked her lips, sizing them up. Two were pretty short and small. The other two were quite large, it was almost comical at the size difference. If her life wasn't on the line she would have laughed. The problem was that her life was on the line and she could hear White coming up behind him.
"This is real good." Alec agreed. He seemed to be also sizing them up. Just as he turned around, the butt of a small sleek hand gun hit him in the head knocking him out. He fell to the ground and moaned in pain.
"It's up to you 452. Go unconscious or go awake." she could hear White's voice behind her. She could feel his breath on her neck. She knew that a gun was right behind her, probable pointed at her head. One thing they didn't know was that she was desperate. When she got desperate, things got a little crazy.
With one swift and agile move, she kicked the gun out of White's hand and then the other person's hand. Another couple of quick moves disarmed the rest of them. All of them looked surprised. Thanks to her accelerated genetic enhancements, she was free to escape.
But of coarse she had another problem. The problem was that she couldn't leave blond haired, blue eyed, annoying Alec. No matter how much he bugged her, she still had to help him. Which basically meant all her attempts were futile. She'd have to knock them all out and drag Alec out of here. That, as she could see by the way they all got up, would be basically impossible. But it didn't hurt to try. She wasn't going to let them get her without a fight.
With back flip, she flipped over the four men in front of her and quickly hit them as hard as she could. Two of them she could hear their necks break. She kinda felt bad for them, but if it saved her and Alec... Oh well, she couldn't be too picky. As long as it got the job done, her guilt would have to wait. How the hell had Manticore coped with her and her guilt? It'd be a mystery that she'd hopefully never find out.
White was all over her as she dodged, kicked, and punched. She forgot about the other man. That was what brought her down, she forgot. Forgetting was a horrible thing, it cost lives. A shot rang through the air and before she could compute what had happened she fell to the ground holding her gut. The bullet went right through her. A small shell, one so small it was hard to believe how much damage it could do to a person, pierced her. It stung. Forgetfulness had paid it's toll. If she lived through this, she'd never forget again.
More then a decade of hiding, yet it only took a year to make it all crumble into pieces. What is 'it'? 'It' was her life... well what was left of it. So many friends lost, so many of them killed over one small thing. One small difference in genetic make up and people go nuts. She didn't get it, how were they any different? Yeah so they were enhanced soldiers with excellent hearing and sight. But how could that make people turn on them. For God sake, they were made to protect the Americans not take over the world.
"Earth to Max..." a blue eyed, blond haired guy waved his hand in front of her eyes. She looked at him rolling her eyes and sighing. "...Ok, I was just spilling out my feelings, which doesn't happen very often and you go out in lala land."
"Sorry." she said not really meaning it. She had been sitting in the same chair for an hour listening to Alec complain about how he hated the checkpoints. "No matter how long you complain Alec, they're not going to change. You know that ever since that nine eleven thingy that we learned about when we were two made them put up higher security. Then the pulse made it even worse."
Alec nodded as if taking in what she had just said, but she knew that it had just bounced off his thick skull. "True, but I still don't like it. Don't we have legal rights or something. My gosh, the guard actually made me get off my bike..."
Original Cindy, the only girl Max could really trust, came over and sat down at the table with a mug of beer. She nodded to them and then looked over at another table where two other women sat. Grinning, Max turned back to Alec who was still going on about the guard.
"...So the guard then said I was holding too much money. Three thousand dollars is not too much money. I mean come on, what if I was going to shop or something?" Alec huffed and leaned back in his chair. "So I told him off and some policeman came up to us asking what our problem was. I told him what was happening and gave him a little fib. Told him that my wife wanted me to buy her a diamond ring at the gift shop near by. I told them that I didn't trust the bank anymore. Finally they let me go. Now you see what I mean?"
Sighing, Max took another sip of some cheap beer that was getting stale. It was hard to find a good beer that could get her drunk enough to get her mind off things. In fact it was almost impossible to get drunk. She had too high of a metabolism rate. "Alec, you know better then to carry that much money around. What the hell were you doing with all that money? I thought you were going to keep a low profile. White is still looking for you, remember?"
"Come on Max. I always carry that money around just incase I have to run. It's not like I was waving at the cameras saying 'come get me'." Alec rolled his eyes. "I knew you wouldn't understand me."
Opening her mouth, she was about to yell at him for wasting an hour of her time and then she thought better of it. Waving everything off, she went back to the business of trying to get drunk. He thought nobody could understand him? Huh, nobody ever understood her, not even herself for God sake. She had ten mugs of beer yet felt no buzz whatsoever. Maybe she needed some good ol' liquor.
"Yo boo, ya want to slow down a little? You're going to damage your liver or something." Original Cindy said concerned. "What's up? Why you acting so bummed? Is it your boy?"
"Number one," Max pointed out with a long sad drawl, "he's not my boy. Number two. I couldn't damage my liver unless I got a knife and pierced myself. It unfortunately just worked out that way when Manticore made me and I figure I'm not going to stab myself because that would be ridiculous. And number three, nothing's wrong with Logan, at least not that I'm aware of."
Alec nodded. "I found that problem too. No matter how many beers you have, you just can't get drunk. Try liquor, it works better. But it has to be strong enough to be able to wash out a carburetor or it's no good."
"Thanks for that great and wonderful fact." Max grumbled looking at the bottom of her empty mug. "I'll keep that in mind the next time I want to sound like a blubbering idiot."
"Hey, I'm just saying that..." Alec caught himself and then grinned. "I see. You tell me I can talk to you, yet when I do, you make fun of me. Fine, I don't need you anyway."
He stood up and walked towards the counter. Max put her head in her hands and let out a soft growl. The boy could just be irritating sometimes... wait no, all the time.
"Uh... boo?" Original Cindy asked.
"I know, I know." she waved her off as she got up and headed over to the counter. Alec had just ordered a shot of liquor and was scanning the labels of the bottles against the wall. No normal vision could read the small print. "Look Alec, I'm sorry. I've just been having a hard time dealing with some... things... for a while."
He shrugged and once the bartender put down the shot of liquor, Alec quickly gulped it down. Ordering another one, he turned to the other side of the room. "It doesn't matter. I should have known you didn't mean it."
"Mean what?"
"Mean that I could talk to you." Alec shrugged.
"Alec, I sat there for an hour and a half to hear you complain about the guards. Like I said, I can't do anything about that." Max replied waving to the bartender to get her a drink. "What did you want me to do?"
"Agree." Alec suggested gulping down another shot. "All my life people have disagreed with me. I just wanted someone to see it my way. I guess you can't. I was stupid to think that you would."
Max looked at him and laughed softly.
"What?" he asked a little annoyed.
"It's nothing..." Max grinned looking across the room only to see two of White's men walking into the Crash. "...but we might want to leave before White's men finds us. Like now would be a good time to blaze."
Alec looked over to where she was looking and nodded. Quickly heading over to Original Cindy, Max pointed to White's men and then headed out the back entrance. As she burst through the doors she head a clicking sound. She cursed quietly knowing what it meant. She heard Alec do the same thing. They stopped in the doorway. Four semi automatics locked and loaded were aimed straight at their heads.
"This is good." Max licked her lips, sizing them up. Two were pretty short and small. The other two were quite large, it was almost comical at the size difference. If her life wasn't on the line she would have laughed. The problem was that her life was on the line and she could hear White coming up behind him.
"This is real good." Alec agreed. He seemed to be also sizing them up. Just as he turned around, the butt of a small sleek hand gun hit him in the head knocking him out. He fell to the ground and moaned in pain.
"It's up to you 452. Go unconscious or go awake." she could hear White's voice behind her. She could feel his breath on her neck. She knew that a gun was right behind her, probable pointed at her head. One thing they didn't know was that she was desperate. When she got desperate, things got a little crazy.
With one swift and agile move, she kicked the gun out of White's hand and then the other person's hand. Another couple of quick moves disarmed the rest of them. All of them looked surprised. Thanks to her accelerated genetic enhancements, she was free to escape.
But of coarse she had another problem. The problem was that she couldn't leave blond haired, blue eyed, annoying Alec. No matter how much he bugged her, she still had to help him. Which basically meant all her attempts were futile. She'd have to knock them all out and drag Alec out of here. That, as she could see by the way they all got up, would be basically impossible. But it didn't hurt to try. She wasn't going to let them get her without a fight.
With back flip, she flipped over the four men in front of her and quickly hit them as hard as she could. Two of them she could hear their necks break. She kinda felt bad for them, but if it saved her and Alec... Oh well, she couldn't be too picky. As long as it got the job done, her guilt would have to wait. How the hell had Manticore coped with her and her guilt? It'd be a mystery that she'd hopefully never find out.
White was all over her as she dodged, kicked, and punched. She forgot about the other man. That was what brought her down, she forgot. Forgetting was a horrible thing, it cost lives. A shot rang through the air and before she could compute what had happened she fell to the ground holding her gut. The bullet went right through her. A small shell, one so small it was hard to believe how much damage it could do to a person, pierced her. It stung. Forgetfulness had paid it's toll. If she lived through this, she'd never forget again.