Rated PG-13 for language.
Note: If the characters seem out of sync to how they should act, do not be alarmed. This is my opinion of how things would go IF Max's flaw was her anger, not seizures. Please read and review.
Angered Souls: Hidden Rage
Part II: Temper Tantrums
I awake the next morning at Logan's. I spend a few seconds wondering why I'm here. Then I remember last night. Destroying the enemy and then explaining the event to Logan.
I get up and find him in the kitchen. "Thought you'd might want breakfast." He smiles when he sees me.
I sit at the counter and nod. "I'm suddenly extremely hungry." I note.
"Good, because I really made a lot here." He comes over to me with a plate.
I gaze at the selection; scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast....your basic, everyday breakfast.
I begin to devour my breakfast. After a while, Logan interrupts, "Hey, remember to breath." He jokingly throws at me, but by that time I've had my fill. I push my plate away and sit back.
"Thank you, Logan." I then help him clear the dishes.
"Well, now.....it's such a lovely Saturday. What are we going to do about it?"
"Being that rainy Seattle has gotten a break in weather, how bout we raid the town?" I offer to him.
"Sounds like a good idea." He dries his hands then we move to another room to find something to use in our outside activity.
While I'm searching one part of the room, Logan searches the other. I soon notice that he has stopped and is now watching me.
And I know what he's thinking. He is suddenly unsure of how to act around me. I can sense that, I don't need to look at him to know. I can only guess that he stands there wondering if any of his actions will set me off. I stand up and look at him and he instantly sheepishly turns away, acting busy.
I stride over to him and take his hand, "You don't have to be afraid of me, Logan." I shake my head at him, "It's only based from strong emotion. A little error you'll do, won't anger me."
He nods but I continue to explain it, to make it clear to him, "Take last night, for instance. Being forced to watch them beat you, made me aware of how helpless I was as they held me back. The wanting to do something, to save you, grew strong. Then I snapped, lost control.....and, well, you know the rest."
He surprised me when he hugged me. He then pulled back, "When I heard you scream, I thought that they killed you. I opened my eyes to find you standing there....with this look on your face......and it scared the hell out of me."
I tilt my head and add, "Yeah....me too." Then I stand up, "C'mon, lets get out of here."
Two men now know my secret. Though I'm only aware of one. I had shown him and had told him. I am quite relieved to have Logan know. Now I'll have someone to let me know if I'm going to far, if I'm getting carried away. But now I have someone that I will unconsciously defend. I am unaware that this could be trouble. That anyone, who dares try to hurt Logan, will taste my wrath. And being Eyes Only, there are a lot out there.
We are at the park, playing Frisbee now. We laugh at our attempts to catch the Frisbee in new ways, each of us trying to outdo the other. I laugh even harder when Logan moves to catch my throw, but stops and watches as the Frisbee lands in fresh dog manure.
He carefully retrieves it, then motions to me that he's going to go clean it. He leaves me and searches for the restroom. Minutes pass, and he returns, only to find me surrounded by a small group of boys, looking to hit on me. Annoying me is more like it. Their incessant bantering grows on my nerves.
Logan moves in to intercept my concentration of growing anger. He breaks the crowd up, and they leave shouting a few obscenities at Logan before losing interest.
We sit on our picnic blanket and he attempts to lighten my mood, "I got the Frisbee cleaned." He chuckles slightly.
I look at it and nod, then return my stare back at the blanket.
He turns serious as well, "How long does it take you to level back down?"
I shrug, "Depends."
"Does everything piss you off?"
That makes me laugh, "No." I shake my head, "There are some things that trigger me easily, then there are some that draw it out slowly and suspenseful."
I close my eyes and remember a time as a child. A time when I was locked into solitary as punishment for beating the snot out of one of our handlers. It was his fault. He should've known not to tie Brin to the wall. We were lined up and forced to watch Brin's punishment. "Let this be a lesson to you all." They scolded at us. We had failed earlier at a mission that had been designed to challenge us to our limits. Missions that we'd been expected to successfully complete. No one expected to account for Brin having a seizure at the most delicate of times. Now we would pay the price.
During her punishment, she stood there and took those whippings. We could all tell how badly she was fighting back tears. We dared not to move, for we'd knew that we would be next then.
So there I was, standing there. Tick. Brin was whipped again. Tick. Another handler had come in and was pacing our line addressing us as a group, about what we done wrong. Tick. Each time Brin was whipped, I'd cringe inside. Helpless...
Boom! Helpless no more. I screamed. All eyes were on me. I moved out of line, and charged toward the handler with the whip. "Leave her alone." I cried out angrily. All those who tried to intercept me were met with the floor.
I had reached the one with the whip, and I ripped it out of his hands. Lydecker, my siblings and all else watched as I gripped the man's neck with my free hand, bringing him to his knees. Seven years old and merciless killing a man twice my size...six times my age.
I released my grip upon hearing the scientist beckon me to do so. The handler fell to the ground to catch his breath. The scientist convinced Lydecker to take me and study me.
That was OK'd, but first I'd have to spend time in solitary.
I opened my eyes to Logan calling my name, "Max? Are you ready to go?"
I stand up and nod, "Yeah." We each begin to gather up our things and head toward the car. Soon we were all ready and packed up to go.
Zack slunk next to a tree opposite the field that Max and Logan had been. He had watched the scenario with the group of boys. He had watched Max closely, noticing her expression. He watched as the two climbed into Logans car. He knew where they headed. And he left his spot to go to the same place.
When Zack reached the building first, he noted that they must have taken the long way home. So he decided to break into Logans home. He really didn't want to bother confronting Logan. Max was all he was here for.
Eventually, Max and Logan returned.
I had come in laughing at a joke Logan had told. I exclaim to him that I'm heading to the guestroom, the room that I sleep in when I crash here. He nods ok and begins to put our picnic things away.
I enter the room and crash onto the bed, and begin to rub tiredly on my face. That's when I notice....feel....a presence in the room with me. I shoot up to a sitting position and find Zack standing in front of me.
I move my mouth to protest his presence, but he signals to remain quiet. And I do.
Instead, he sits next to me, smiles and speaks, "Hi, Max."
I look at him, totally shocked by his new greeting. Must be a new tactic, he must be trying to throw me off.
"How are you feeling?" He continues. I know what he's talking about.
"I'm fine." I reply.
He then shocks me even more when he hugs me. After he releases me, he speaks again, "Well that's good."
There is silence. He must be contemplating on whether to say it outright or to let me say it. I shake my head, "It's ok, Zack. I'm not afraid to talk about it."
He looks at me, "Not here."
I interrupt, "Logan knows."
"How?"
"I kinda lost control last nite. When some guys came around and caused some trouble."
"You risked exposure, and now you've got a tactical disadvantage."
I smile. Back to his old self. I figured he couldn't hold this 'new' self for long.
He looks at me completely baffled that I'm smiling.
"Zack. Just drop it ok?" I lean over and kiss him on the cheek and walk out of the room.
Lydecker has rallied some of his best men and is now heading to Seattle. Just wait Max, just wait. Soon, you will be able to show the world, just what exactly you can do. I thought that Zack, with his superior leading skills, would be my perfect soldier. But it's you, Max. You're my perfect soldier. And with you at my side, we will rule the world!!
~~**++**~~
to be continued
Note: If the characters seem out of sync to how they should act, do not be alarmed. This is my opinion of how things would go IF Max's flaw was her anger, not seizures. Please read and review.
Angered Souls: Hidden Rage
Part II: Temper Tantrums
I awake the next morning at Logan's. I spend a few seconds wondering why I'm here. Then I remember last night. Destroying the enemy and then explaining the event to Logan.
I get up and find him in the kitchen. "Thought you'd might want breakfast." He smiles when he sees me.
I sit at the counter and nod. "I'm suddenly extremely hungry." I note.
"Good, because I really made a lot here." He comes over to me with a plate.
I gaze at the selection; scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast....your basic, everyday breakfast.
I begin to devour my breakfast. After a while, Logan interrupts, "Hey, remember to breath." He jokingly throws at me, but by that time I've had my fill. I push my plate away and sit back.
"Thank you, Logan." I then help him clear the dishes.
"Well, now.....it's such a lovely Saturday. What are we going to do about it?"
"Being that rainy Seattle has gotten a break in weather, how bout we raid the town?" I offer to him.
"Sounds like a good idea." He dries his hands then we move to another room to find something to use in our outside activity.
While I'm searching one part of the room, Logan searches the other. I soon notice that he has stopped and is now watching me.
And I know what he's thinking. He is suddenly unsure of how to act around me. I can sense that, I don't need to look at him to know. I can only guess that he stands there wondering if any of his actions will set me off. I stand up and look at him and he instantly sheepishly turns away, acting busy.
I stride over to him and take his hand, "You don't have to be afraid of me, Logan." I shake my head at him, "It's only based from strong emotion. A little error you'll do, won't anger me."
He nods but I continue to explain it, to make it clear to him, "Take last night, for instance. Being forced to watch them beat you, made me aware of how helpless I was as they held me back. The wanting to do something, to save you, grew strong. Then I snapped, lost control.....and, well, you know the rest."
He surprised me when he hugged me. He then pulled back, "When I heard you scream, I thought that they killed you. I opened my eyes to find you standing there....with this look on your face......and it scared the hell out of me."
I tilt my head and add, "Yeah....me too." Then I stand up, "C'mon, lets get out of here."
Two men now know my secret. Though I'm only aware of one. I had shown him and had told him. I am quite relieved to have Logan know. Now I'll have someone to let me know if I'm going to far, if I'm getting carried away. But now I have someone that I will unconsciously defend. I am unaware that this could be trouble. That anyone, who dares try to hurt Logan, will taste my wrath. And being Eyes Only, there are a lot out there.
We are at the park, playing Frisbee now. We laugh at our attempts to catch the Frisbee in new ways, each of us trying to outdo the other. I laugh even harder when Logan moves to catch my throw, but stops and watches as the Frisbee lands in fresh dog manure.
He carefully retrieves it, then motions to me that he's going to go clean it. He leaves me and searches for the restroom. Minutes pass, and he returns, only to find me surrounded by a small group of boys, looking to hit on me. Annoying me is more like it. Their incessant bantering grows on my nerves.
Logan moves in to intercept my concentration of growing anger. He breaks the crowd up, and they leave shouting a few obscenities at Logan before losing interest.
We sit on our picnic blanket and he attempts to lighten my mood, "I got the Frisbee cleaned." He chuckles slightly.
I look at it and nod, then return my stare back at the blanket.
He turns serious as well, "How long does it take you to level back down?"
I shrug, "Depends."
"Does everything piss you off?"
That makes me laugh, "No." I shake my head, "There are some things that trigger me easily, then there are some that draw it out slowly and suspenseful."
I close my eyes and remember a time as a child. A time when I was locked into solitary as punishment for beating the snot out of one of our handlers. It was his fault. He should've known not to tie Brin to the wall. We were lined up and forced to watch Brin's punishment. "Let this be a lesson to you all." They scolded at us. We had failed earlier at a mission that had been designed to challenge us to our limits. Missions that we'd been expected to successfully complete. No one expected to account for Brin having a seizure at the most delicate of times. Now we would pay the price.
During her punishment, she stood there and took those whippings. We could all tell how badly she was fighting back tears. We dared not to move, for we'd knew that we would be next then.
So there I was, standing there. Tick. Brin was whipped again. Tick. Another handler had come in and was pacing our line addressing us as a group, about what we done wrong. Tick. Each time Brin was whipped, I'd cringe inside. Helpless...
Boom! Helpless no more. I screamed. All eyes were on me. I moved out of line, and charged toward the handler with the whip. "Leave her alone." I cried out angrily. All those who tried to intercept me were met with the floor.
I had reached the one with the whip, and I ripped it out of his hands. Lydecker, my siblings and all else watched as I gripped the man's neck with my free hand, bringing him to his knees. Seven years old and merciless killing a man twice my size...six times my age.
I released my grip upon hearing the scientist beckon me to do so. The handler fell to the ground to catch his breath. The scientist convinced Lydecker to take me and study me.
That was OK'd, but first I'd have to spend time in solitary.
I opened my eyes to Logan calling my name, "Max? Are you ready to go?"
I stand up and nod, "Yeah." We each begin to gather up our things and head toward the car. Soon we were all ready and packed up to go.
Zack slunk next to a tree opposite the field that Max and Logan had been. He had watched the scenario with the group of boys. He had watched Max closely, noticing her expression. He watched as the two climbed into Logans car. He knew where they headed. And he left his spot to go to the same place.
When Zack reached the building first, he noted that they must have taken the long way home. So he decided to break into Logans home. He really didn't want to bother confronting Logan. Max was all he was here for.
Eventually, Max and Logan returned.
I had come in laughing at a joke Logan had told. I exclaim to him that I'm heading to the guestroom, the room that I sleep in when I crash here. He nods ok and begins to put our picnic things away.
I enter the room and crash onto the bed, and begin to rub tiredly on my face. That's when I notice....feel....a presence in the room with me. I shoot up to a sitting position and find Zack standing in front of me.
I move my mouth to protest his presence, but he signals to remain quiet. And I do.
Instead, he sits next to me, smiles and speaks, "Hi, Max."
I look at him, totally shocked by his new greeting. Must be a new tactic, he must be trying to throw me off.
"How are you feeling?" He continues. I know what he's talking about.
"I'm fine." I reply.
He then shocks me even more when he hugs me. After he releases me, he speaks again, "Well that's good."
There is silence. He must be contemplating on whether to say it outright or to let me say it. I shake my head, "It's ok, Zack. I'm not afraid to talk about it."
He looks at me, "Not here."
I interrupt, "Logan knows."
"How?"
"I kinda lost control last nite. When some guys came around and caused some trouble."
"You risked exposure, and now you've got a tactical disadvantage."
I smile. Back to his old self. I figured he couldn't hold this 'new' self for long.
He looks at me completely baffled that I'm smiling.
"Zack. Just drop it ok?" I lean over and kiss him on the cheek and walk out of the room.
Lydecker has rallied some of his best men and is now heading to Seattle. Just wait Max, just wait. Soon, you will be able to show the world, just what exactly you can do. I thought that Zack, with his superior leading skills, would be my perfect soldier. But it's you, Max. You're my perfect soldier. And with you at my side, we will rule the world!!
~~**++**~~
to be continued
