disclaimer: nothing's changed since last chapter, i still own nothing
Everyone held
their breath until Aften had steered the car onto the main road
and was headed towards the highway. Logan had helped Max
into the seat next to him and was looking at her with concern,
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
"Yeah," Max replied slowly, trying not to wince at the
sharp pain in her back. But Logan noticed the red stain
slowly spreading across her shirt,
"Max,
you're bleeding." He said, "Let me take a look."
Max nodded, she was not in the mood to argue. Logan pulled
up the back of her shirt to reveal a long horizantil cut, running
parrelell to her spine. Max had reopened it during the
escape, and now it was gushing blood. He winced just
looking at it, "Let me find some peroxide and I'll clean the
cut for you." He went through the black bookbag that
Aften had brought until he found the first aid kit. He took
the peroxide and some bandages, and went to work cleaning the
cut. After that he looked her over, that was the only major
cut he could see, but there were plenty of scars on her arms from
needles, and large purple bruises where the needle had made a
vein collapse. "What did they do to you?" Logan
asked quietly, but Max had fallen asleep. She felt
completley safe next to Logan, her head resting on his
shoulder. He pulled her closer to him and put an arm around
her, just happy to have her back, but genuinly worried about her
condition. She looked horrible, not only phyisically, but
her eyes were glazed and she only had looked semi-consious while
she was awake. Logan was worried that she was going to go
into a coma.
"How's she
doing?" Aften asked from the front seat
"Not
good." Logan replied "Do you have any idea what kind of
tests they did in there?"
"Not a
clue." Aften replied, "We're going to have to stop in
about an hour to get gas, and I need to bandage my arm just so i
dont ruin the interior of your car." she made a goofy grin,
"anyway, when i stop, i'll look up the files and we'll see
what they used her for."
"Alright." Logan said, and he leaned back in his
seat. Max leaned closer to him in her sleep, it made Logan
feel good that she felt secure enough with him to lean on him, so
he let down his guard and pulled her even closer and rested his
head on hers. Aften looked back at them through the
mirror, 'just friends...lets see how much longer that'll hold
out.'
After a while, Aften
pulled into a gas station. She scanned the area, then
stepped out of the car to strech her legs. She grabbed the
gauze from the backseat, and wrapped up her arm, 'good thing
the bullet wasn't too deep.' she thought to herself.
then she sat back down and opened up the laptop. She typed
furiously for a few minutes, then stopped and started reading the
screen. Logan woke up from the back seat. "Did
you find anything?" he asked
"She was being
used to test different types of nerve gases." Aften
replied. "They injected her
with a strain of VX gas about two hours before we arrived."
"It's not..."
Logan paused and looked at Max who was still asleep next to him
"No it's not
lethal, at least not for her." Aften replied, "VX gas
speeds up the nervous system until the heart gives out.
Max's enhanced genetics slow down all her metabolism, and release
other
enzymes, almost counteracting the gas. She'll be fine, just
kind of tired for a while.
"Thankgod." Logan
breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Max.
"I'm going to get some
gas. Then we'll get the fuck out of here." Aften said
"Good idea." Logan
replied leaning back in his seat again.
