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 III: Push the Temper
Later that day, we were found at an empty warehouse. The same warehouse were Zack and I held Lydecker, while we questioned him on Brins' whereabouts.
Zack had requested that we should do a little sparring against each other. It was a spontaneous action when we both expressed how we missed doing it when we were younger.
We had already been pretty much into it, and to Logan, we looked evenly matched. Kick for kick, punch for punch, we blocked each other's advances. Though, I felt no anger surge yet.
Zack successfully flipped me, but I managed to swiftly return to my feet. I duck in time to avoid a follow-up punch. I then leap at him, tackling him to the ground, but he throws me off and I roll away.
When I stand yet again, we pause in the fight to survey each other. We had just finished the phase of battle that was taught to us. Test out your opponent to calculate weakness. I smiled back at Zack, knowing he was thinking the same thing.
Zack moved first. Grabbing me into a headlock, I struggled 'helplessly' to make him believe he had the upper hand. I felt him smugly loosen his grip. Big mistake. I grab his arm, and launch him over my shoulder. He didn't cry out upon smacking the floor. He's too strong to succumb to that. Instead he rolled onto his stomach, to grab my left leg to bring me down to his level.
I react by flipping myself into the air, causing him to loose his grip. I land on the opposite side of him, on my knees. He was able to follow my movements, and met my eyes. He sees my serious expression and he nods at me in approval, saying that training was over.
Logan walked over to us as I helped Zack to his feet. He patted at his clothing to remove some of the mustiness off of him.
"Interesting battle." Logan spoke first.
Zack shrugged, "We could've went on, but Max wouldn't be able to remain controlled."
I didn't say anything to his subtle mentioning that I was starting to rise. If we went on, I would've surged, easily making Zack succumb to being a wimp.
Suddenly a smoke bomb was thrown into our area, and it exploded. Smoke was everywhere, filling the vacious warehouse. Even with our eyesight, Zack and I became blinded. We both knew to remain quiet and still to keep our location hidden as well.
But, upon hearing a small slight muffled whimper sound either like Zack or Logan. I moved a step toward them. I was only met with rough hands knocking me unconscious.
Hours later, Zack and Logan woke. Zack got to his feet, then helped Logan. When both men were standing, both eyes sought out Max. Logan glanced to Zack, and saw concern and worry written all over his face.
"This is not good." Zack stated heavily.
"Maybe she's outside."
Zack turned a glare toward Logan, "No way. Something's not right here." He walked over to the used smoke bomb. "Someone found her."
"Who?"
Zack shook his head, Are you purposely playing stupid, Logan? Then he answered, "Lydecker."
Logan shook his head, "He doesn't know she's here. Last he knows, was her fleeing this dump of a town."
"Ok, then. What's your guess?" Zack stood there waiting for an answer.
"Well, the other night another group of enhanced humans jumped us. They were called the Red Series."
Logan was furious when Zack botched his idea. Zack was so sure that this had Lydecker written all over it. "We should keep our optional villains open, Zack."
Zack turned away, "Whatever. You go after your villains, I'm going for mine." And left.
In some other section of Seattle, was another empty warehouse. Well, not so empty now that it was occupied. I groggily woke to figure and see that I was chained to a wall. In my seated position, I watched as armed men entered the facility. They created an aisle for another man to walk through. Inside, I sighed in relief to myself that it wasn't Lydecker.
But soon this man showed that he had Lydeckers' evilness. He came over to me, gloated at my capture, then codly explained to me that I would now watch a video. Before I could offer a nasty remark to him, the video shot on. It was one hour straight of butterflies in the field. I watched intensly, expecting something to happen.
What I didn't know was that I fell for their little trap. When the video ended, my head was filled with all this sudden hatred. Though I was unaware of it as of now.
Lydecker then entered, and I was unchained from the wall, and was told that I could move freely. Lydecker approached me, and I remained calm and comfortable around him.
"Would you like to do some training, Max?" He waved a group of soldiers over.
I nodded, "Hell yeah."
He looked at me as if I had spoken a foreign language. He must be shocked to hear the slang words come out of my mouth, instead of the regular language soldiers should be using.
At this point, I could've walked out of here and went home. Lydecker would have no reason to follow me. But I had no notion to do so. Lydeckers plan had been set.
The soldiers started off by attacking me one on one. I was successfully able to hold my own. This was too easy. But what is he up to?
This went on for a while. When Lydecker noticed that I was showing boredom, he ordered for an all out attack. Every soldier in the place advanced toward me. I looked around taking in a count. Whoa, suddenly way too many. Even for a genetically enhanced soldier.
Soon I was overwhelmed and buried underneath a group of attacking soldiers. Soon, not being able to get my punches and kicks in, and constantly being hit, took a toll on me. All my struggling to get free was adding fuel to the fire. No. Will not give in. Twisted images of my siblings flashed in my mind.
Watching them all run away from me, during the escape. Don't leave me. Watching as Zack split us up. Stay, don't go. Watching one of us getting slaughtered by a handler. I wanna help...
Then the images turned to what would happen if we didn't succeed. If all we believed Zack for, got destroyed. If we got destroyed. Images that would be true if I didn't act now. No. I can't. Can't let this happen. I won't let them die. I won't.
I couldn't take it anymore. Soon the warehouse was filled with a scream, my scream. Some of the soldiers managed to back away, while others were knocked away.
Lydeckers expression was a mixture of awe, horror, and bewilderment, as he was able to see....for the first time.....what the scientist had told him.
My expression held a taunting look toward the soldiers. Bring it on. I stood there, looking untouched. Show no pain. Emotions are for the weak. All that I had learned as a child ran through my head. No one had moved, fear had gripped the soldiers.
A movement behind me caught my attention. I turned, face to face with Lydecker, giving him a full view of my angered state. He stood, marveling at me. I can almost see the gears in his head concocting my future. Yet, I stand at attention, waiting for a command. He notices this and a smug, victorious look crosses his face.
Funny, how with my back turned on the soldiers, that one got brave and rushed me. I was knocked down. My concentration had been on Lydecker, not at the soldiers.
Foolishly the soldier tried to exclaim that he wishes to take back his attack, upon seeing that no effect was made. I rose slowly off the ground, never taking my eyes off the now scared soldier. My look told him that he would pay for that. And each step I took toward him, he slunk a step back. This went on until he found his back to the wall.
I stood there, watching him shake with fear as I drew out the moment. Then my hand found its way to his neck encircling it. The group had backed away, giving me my space. But another soon came forward. This one had a gun. He fired a round, hoping to save his compadre.
With my gaze and hand still on the one soldier, I whipped my free hand back to catch the bullet. I had heard it coming. I brought my hand back to my side and turn my gaze as the soldier dropped his gun. Briefly I turn back to the soldier I'm strangling and I force him to hold the bullet. He does.
I release the soldier I have a tight grip on. I want to deal with the one with the gun. The soldier collapses to the floor struggling to catch his breath...he lets go of the bullet.
I reach the other soldier. My mind comes up with something to completely surprise him and Lydecker as well. I grip the front of his uniform and pull him into a kiss, my version of the kiss of death. His arms flail at his sides. I release him, and move to walk away, waiting for the right moment. He sighs in relief. There it is. I place a hard kick to his midsection, knocking him out cold.
I pick up the gun and find myself facing Lydecker again. Keeping my gaze on him, he watches as I dismantle the gun. Tear it into pieces is more like it.
There is movement outside of the warehouse that I don't pick up on. No one does. It's Detective Sung. He was watching this fiasco and has contacted Logan. When Logan and Zack finally arrive, Sung brings them to his position. Zack looks in, and Logan follows suit. Sung keeps watch for any surprise attack.
Zacks eyes go wide at what he sees. Max, pushed to her limit, a few feet from Lydecker. Zack notes to Logan and Sung that Lydecker is the only one they should be worrying about. The soldiers won't do anything, they're too weak.
"What if Max is turned?" Logan questions.
Zack shook his head, "Could be possible. But in this state, she is easily persuaded. If we remove Lydecker from the scene, I will be able to calm her down. There's no way she would attack me."
As the three men move with their plan, Logan mutters, "I hope your right."
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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 III: Push the Temper
Later that day, we were found at an empty warehouse. The same warehouse were Zack and I held Lydecker, while we questioned him on Brins' whereabouts.
Zack had requested that we should do a little sparring against each other. It was a spontaneous action when we both expressed how we missed doing it when we were younger.
We had already been pretty much into it, and to Logan, we looked evenly matched. Kick for kick, punch for punch, we blocked each other's advances. Though, I felt no anger surge yet.
Zack successfully flipped me, but I managed to swiftly return to my feet. I duck in time to avoid a follow-up punch. I then leap at him, tackling him to the ground, but he throws me off and I roll away.
When I stand yet again, we pause in the fight to survey each other. We had just finished the phase of battle that was taught to us. Test out your opponent to calculate weakness. I smiled back at Zack, knowing he was thinking the same thing.
Zack moved first. Grabbing me into a headlock, I struggled 'helplessly' to make him believe he had the upper hand. I felt him smugly loosen his grip. Big mistake. I grab his arm, and launch him over my shoulder. He didn't cry out upon smacking the floor. He's too strong to succumb to that. Instead he rolled onto his stomach, to grab my left leg to bring me down to his level.
I react by flipping myself into the air, causing him to loose his grip. I land on the opposite side of him, on my knees. He was able to follow my movements, and met my eyes. He sees my serious expression and he nods at me in approval, saying that training was over.
Logan walked over to us as I helped Zack to his feet. He patted at his clothing to remove some of the mustiness off of him.
"Interesting battle." Logan spoke first.
Zack shrugged, "We could've went on, but Max wouldn't be able to remain controlled."
I didn't say anything to his subtle mentioning that I was starting to rise. If we went on, I would've surged, easily making Zack succumb to being a wimp.
Suddenly a smoke bomb was thrown into our area, and it exploded. Smoke was everywhere, filling the vacious warehouse. Even with our eyesight, Zack and I became blinded. We both knew to remain quiet and still to keep our location hidden as well.
But, upon hearing a small slight muffled whimper sound either like Zack or Logan. I moved a step toward them. I was only met with rough hands knocking me unconscious.
Hours later, Zack and Logan woke. Zack got to his feet, then helped Logan. When both men were standing, both eyes sought out Max. Logan glanced to Zack, and saw concern and worry written all over his face.
"This is not good." Zack stated heavily.
"Maybe she's outside."
Zack turned a glare toward Logan, "No way. Something's not right here." He walked over to the used smoke bomb. "Someone found her."
"Who?"
Zack shook his head, Are you purposely playing stupid, Logan? Then he answered, "Lydecker."
Logan shook his head, "He doesn't know she's here. Last he knows, was her fleeing this dump of a town."
"Ok, then. What's your guess?" Zack stood there waiting for an answer.
"Well, the other night another group of enhanced humans jumped us. They were called the Red Series."
Logan was furious when Zack botched his idea. Zack was so sure that this had Lydecker written all over it. "We should keep our optional villains open, Zack."
Zack turned away, "Whatever. You go after your villains, I'm going for mine." And left.
In some other section of Seattle, was another empty warehouse. Well, not so empty now that it was occupied. I groggily woke to figure and see that I was chained to a wall. In my seated position, I watched as armed men entered the facility. They created an aisle for another man to walk through. Inside, I sighed in relief to myself that it wasn't Lydecker.
But soon this man showed that he had Lydeckers' evilness. He came over to me, gloated at my capture, then codly explained to me that I would now watch a video. Before I could offer a nasty remark to him, the video shot on. It was one hour straight of butterflies in the field. I watched intensly, expecting something to happen.
What I didn't know was that I fell for their little trap. When the video ended, my head was filled with all this sudden hatred. Though I was unaware of it as of now.
Lydecker then entered, and I was unchained from the wall, and was told that I could move freely. Lydecker approached me, and I remained calm and comfortable around him.
"Would you like to do some training, Max?" He waved a group of soldiers over.
I nodded, "Hell yeah."
He looked at me as if I had spoken a foreign language. He must be shocked to hear the slang words come out of my mouth, instead of the regular language soldiers should be using.
At this point, I could've walked out of here and went home. Lydecker would have no reason to follow me. But I had no notion to do so. Lydeckers plan had been set.
The soldiers started off by attacking me one on one. I was successfully able to hold my own. This was too easy. But what is he up to?
This went on for a while. When Lydecker noticed that I was showing boredom, he ordered for an all out attack. Every soldier in the place advanced toward me. I looked around taking in a count. Whoa, suddenly way too many. Even for a genetically enhanced soldier.
Soon I was overwhelmed and buried underneath a group of attacking soldiers. Soon, not being able to get my punches and kicks in, and constantly being hit, took a toll on me. All my struggling to get free was adding fuel to the fire. No. Will not give in. Twisted images of my siblings flashed in my mind.
Watching them all run away from me, during the escape. Don't leave me. Watching as Zack split us up. Stay, don't go. Watching one of us getting slaughtered by a handler. I wanna help...
Then the images turned to what would happen if we didn't succeed. If all we believed Zack for, got destroyed. If we got destroyed. Images that would be true if I didn't act now. No. I can't. Can't let this happen. I won't let them die. I won't.
I couldn't take it anymore. Soon the warehouse was filled with a scream, my scream. Some of the soldiers managed to back away, while others were knocked away.
Lydeckers expression was a mixture of awe, horror, and bewilderment, as he was able to see....for the first time.....what the scientist had told him.
My expression held a taunting look toward the soldiers. Bring it on. I stood there, looking untouched. Show no pain. Emotions are for the weak. All that I had learned as a child ran through my head. No one had moved, fear had gripped the soldiers.
A movement behind me caught my attention. I turned, face to face with Lydecker, giving him a full view of my angered state. He stood, marveling at me. I can almost see the gears in his head concocting my future. Yet, I stand at attention, waiting for a command. He notices this and a smug, victorious look crosses his face.
Funny, how with my back turned on the soldiers, that one got brave and rushed me. I was knocked down. My concentration had been on Lydecker, not at the soldiers.
Foolishly the soldier tried to exclaim that he wishes to take back his attack, upon seeing that no effect was made. I rose slowly off the ground, never taking my eyes off the now scared soldier. My look told him that he would pay for that. And each step I took toward him, he slunk a step back. This went on until he found his back to the wall.
I stood there, watching him shake with fear as I drew out the moment. Then my hand found its way to his neck encircling it. The group had backed away, giving me my space. But another soon came forward. This one had a gun. He fired a round, hoping to save his compadre.
With my gaze and hand still on the one soldier, I whipped my free hand back to catch the bullet. I had heard it coming. I brought my hand back to my side and turn my gaze as the soldier dropped his gun. Briefly I turn back to the soldier I'm strangling and I force him to hold the bullet. He does.
I release the soldier I have a tight grip on. I want to deal with the one with the gun. The soldier collapses to the floor struggling to catch his breath...he lets go of the bullet.
I reach the other soldier. My mind comes up with something to completely surprise him and Lydecker as well. I grip the front of his uniform and pull him into a kiss, my version of the kiss of death. His arms flail at his sides. I release him, and move to walk away, waiting for the right moment. He sighs in relief. There it is. I place a hard kick to his midsection, knocking him out cold.
I pick up the gun and find myself facing Lydecker again. Keeping my gaze on him, he watches as I dismantle the gun. Tear it into pieces is more like it.
There is movement outside of the warehouse that I don't pick up on. No one does. It's Detective Sung. He was watching this fiasco and has contacted Logan. When Logan and Zack finally arrive, Sung brings them to his position. Zack looks in, and Logan follows suit. Sung keeps watch for any surprise attack.
Zacks eyes go wide at what he sees. Max, pushed to her limit, a few feet from Lydecker. Zack notes to Logan and Sung that Lydecker is the only one they should be worrying about. The soldiers won't do anything, they're too weak.
"What if Max is turned?" Logan questions.
Zack shook his head, "Could be possible. But in this state, she is easily persuaded. If we remove Lydecker from the scene, I will be able to calm her down. There's no way she would attack me."
As the three men move with their plan, Logan mutters, "I hope your right."
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to be continued