Chapter 2: Who says Normal's a good thing?
Disclaimer: do you honestly think I own these people? All I own is a computer.
A/N: My last chapter was better received than my other stuff…and I love people who read and REVIEW.
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How could Max be Manticore? Well, I guess she's the right age. What was it her application said? 17…that was almost four years ago. Maybe she is...
Oh, great. Original Cindy's here. Just another person to boss around, and she'll freak when she sees Max. Then again, she lives with Max, doesn't she? Maybe she'll know something about this.
"Normal! Whatcha doin' to my boo?" Yup. She took one look and thought the worst.
"Original Cindy?" I have to keep my voice down, no need to draw attention to us. "Get Alec over here to help me get her in the back."
"Another seizure bitch? Hate 'em, they really take a lot outa my girl." She walked over to the lockers, and I could see her talking to Alec, who immediately walked over and lifted her up. I walked behind him with the keys to the storage room and Max's pills.
"Original Cindy, when was the last time she had a seizure?" Hmm, the famous Monty Cora is concerned….
"'Bout three days after she came back, I guess. I remember she was real stressed about the…well, y'know."
"What causes these?" I saw Original Cindy glance at Alec.
"Max has a…. a neurological condition that causes her to not produce enough seratonin. She has to take tryptophan every now and then when her levels get real low."
"Has she always had these seizures?"
Alec answered first. "Always."
"There's something I don't understand, though. I've only known one group of people who suffer from a condition like this. They're all about Max's age. People called X5s." I think it's safe to assume they both know something they're not telling me, and I'm pretty sure I know what it is. I guess I was right, now they're both givin' me funny looks.
"X-X5s? How do you know about those?" I can tell Alec's panicking, he woke Max up.
"There's a lot you don't know about me. I had a life before Jam Pony, before the Pulse. As shocking as it is to you, I'm a very smart man. I went to medical school; I have degrees in psychology and medicine, not to mention genetics. You think you know a lot, when you don't even know my real name. What, you think I was born Reagan Ronald? God, no. My parents were rich, uptight Democrats. They named me James Earl, after the 39th President, their favorite. I was the typical brainy rebel, so of course the first name that came to mind after I got out of this mess was Reagan Ronald. But I know that's not what you want to hear. See, it all started- hey! Before I get into my past, I need to know what you know. Original Cindy, why don't you enlighten us?"
"All I know is my boo's some kinda revved up supergirl or something, and that she has these black-helicopter dudes always on her ass."
"Okay, what about you, Alec?" I can't help but be a little nicer to him, he's a fighting legend! (Not to mention those dreams…)
He turned around and pulled down the collar of his turtleneck, revealing a barcode. That barcode told me all I needed to know.
"And does Max have one, too?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, I guess it's safe to talk to you guys. So it all started when I was fresh out of med school. I was recruited, along with several others from my class and the one below us, by a man named Sandeman. Paul Sandeman. He had an interesting idea…"
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A/N: This is where I'm leaving it. If you want me to continue, you have to review, okay? So what are you doing still reading my babbling? Go review!
A/N2: do you know how hard it is to think of chapters with Normal in them? I'll let you go REVIEW now…. bye-bye.
Disclaimer: do you honestly think I own these people? All I own is a computer.
A/N: My last chapter was better received than my other stuff…and I love people who read and REVIEW.
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How could Max be Manticore? Well, I guess she's the right age. What was it her application said? 17…that was almost four years ago. Maybe she is...
Oh, great. Original Cindy's here. Just another person to boss around, and she'll freak when she sees Max. Then again, she lives with Max, doesn't she? Maybe she'll know something about this.
"Normal! Whatcha doin' to my boo?" Yup. She took one look and thought the worst.
"Original Cindy?" I have to keep my voice down, no need to draw attention to us. "Get Alec over here to help me get her in the back."
"Another seizure bitch? Hate 'em, they really take a lot outa my girl." She walked over to the lockers, and I could see her talking to Alec, who immediately walked over and lifted her up. I walked behind him with the keys to the storage room and Max's pills.
"Original Cindy, when was the last time she had a seizure?" Hmm, the famous Monty Cora is concerned….
"'Bout three days after she came back, I guess. I remember she was real stressed about the…well, y'know."
"What causes these?" I saw Original Cindy glance at Alec.
"Max has a…. a neurological condition that causes her to not produce enough seratonin. She has to take tryptophan every now and then when her levels get real low."
"Has she always had these seizures?"
Alec answered first. "Always."
"There's something I don't understand, though. I've only known one group of people who suffer from a condition like this. They're all about Max's age. People called X5s." I think it's safe to assume they both know something they're not telling me, and I'm pretty sure I know what it is. I guess I was right, now they're both givin' me funny looks.
"X-X5s? How do you know about those?" I can tell Alec's panicking, he woke Max up.
"There's a lot you don't know about me. I had a life before Jam Pony, before the Pulse. As shocking as it is to you, I'm a very smart man. I went to medical school; I have degrees in psychology and medicine, not to mention genetics. You think you know a lot, when you don't even know my real name. What, you think I was born Reagan Ronald? God, no. My parents were rich, uptight Democrats. They named me James Earl, after the 39th President, their favorite. I was the typical brainy rebel, so of course the first name that came to mind after I got out of this mess was Reagan Ronald. But I know that's not what you want to hear. See, it all started- hey! Before I get into my past, I need to know what you know. Original Cindy, why don't you enlighten us?"
"All I know is my boo's some kinda revved up supergirl or something, and that she has these black-helicopter dudes always on her ass."
"Okay, what about you, Alec?" I can't help but be a little nicer to him, he's a fighting legend! (Not to mention those dreams…)
He turned around and pulled down the collar of his turtleneck, revealing a barcode. That barcode told me all I needed to know.
"And does Max have one, too?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, I guess it's safe to talk to you guys. So it all started when I was fresh out of med school. I was recruited, along with several others from my class and the one below us, by a man named Sandeman. Paul Sandeman. He had an interesting idea…"
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A/N: This is where I'm leaving it. If you want me to continue, you have to review, okay? So what are you doing still reading my babbling? Go review!
A/N2: do you know how hard it is to think of chapters with Normal in them? I'll let you go REVIEW now…. bye-bye.
