Dying Is Easy. Coming Back? Not So Much.
Chapter Thirteen: Max's Story
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You shouldn't be so harsh, a voice inside my head said. It was a voice I hadn't heard in a long time, and it wasn't my own voice either. It was the Voice.
I turned to Jeb and glared at him, covering Arabella's ears.
"You stay the hell out of my head, you hear me?"
I felt everyone's eyes on me as I walked back to the staircase.
Fang took my hand, in a sign that said 'I'll take you where you need to go.'
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They were touching and plucking my insides, poking my fragile babies. I squirmed, trying to get out, but my wrists and legs were tied. The Whitecoats weren't fazed by my reaction and kept doing their work. The little grinding noise was very irritable and the pain built up to numbness, then it was too much to handle.
"MICHAEL!" I shouted and sat up.
I touched my forehead and felt moistness on my skin. Sweat.
I calmed down my breathing and wondered why Michael hadn't come comfort me. He always did.
I noticed I wasn't in my cell and my baby wasn't with me. As I realized where I was, I let out a sight and a little sob, which turned into tears.
Why? Why did they have to be so evil? What did I ever do to them? What did my CHILDREN do to them? Surely they didn't deserve to die. I might have stolen and committed crimes because of the circumstances I was in, and maybe being at the School was my punishment, but why THEM? They're just babies. Innocent little children.
I felt a warm hand touch my back. Michael probably.
I turned my head into his chest and cried as he hugged me and brushed my hair.
Once I stopped the flood of tears, I sniffled and smelled in a familiar smell, but it wasn't Michael's. It was Fang's.
I looked up at him almost timidly. He was expressionless and had a faraway look. I got away from him in embarrassment.
I wiped the last of the tears away and looked down at the black blankets. Huh, when I'd crashed in here the night before I hadn't really taken much notice of my surroundings. I glanced outside the window and saw that the sun wasn't even fully up.
"Nightmare?" Fang asked.
I nodded.
"I'm sorry," I said, my voice cracked on top of the fact that it was just a low whisper.
I stared awkwardly at the blankets on top of me. I was suddenly engulfed in a warm hug.
"You don't know how much I missed you, Maxi," Fang whispered, his chin was set on the top of my head.
I hugged him back happily, forgetting about my awkwardness. I chose that exact moment to notice that Fang was shirtless.
"Fang, where's my daughter?" I asked.
Fang pointed at a small crib in the corner of the room. It looked out of place.
I got up and checked on Arabella. When I saw that she was okay and sleeping soundly, I went back to bed.
Fang was lying beneath the blankets with his eyes closed. I cocked my head to the side for a minute, deep in thought.
Fang opened his eyes.
"Get into bed, Max. Its five a.m. Get some sleep. I'm sure you're tired."
I got beneath the blankets reluctantly.
"I'm not sleepy," I said. "Not after THAT dream."
"Wanna tell me about it?" he asked me.
"Nah. It might scare you," I said in an amused voice.
"Try me."
"Well, it was about me at the School, but I don't really think you'll understand where I'm coming from."
Fang gave me one look and pulled me to his side, cuddling me into him.
"Start at the beginning, Max. I've got time, babe."
I couldn't see his face, but I sure as heck hope he couldn't see mine 'cuz it was growing redder and redder by the minute.
"Well, after I got caught, I got the usual lab rat tests, but a little while later, they started trying to get me to have..." I swallowed, "they started trying to breed me. It was very painful. My first pregnancy went horribly wrong. The Whitecoats were always messing with them-"
"Them?" Fang asked, looking down into my eyes.
"Them. My two baby boys. Anyhow, babies are fragile beings and they kept experimenting on them until they did something that went horribly wrong and killed my twin boys. They were six months old. The Whitecoats let me mourn their death properly. They buried them in their own backyard and I got to say good-bye to my babies. I named one of them Nicholas Zephyr and my other baby's name was Ari James."
I took a big breath as I felt tears come to my eyes as I remembered them. The memories were jagged and painful, but they were worth remembering. Fang rubbed my back and kissed my forehead.
"I'm so sorry Max. I should have been there. I feel like I betrayed you by not being there and protecting you and your kids. I always regretted not searching for you any more than what we did."
"Fang, it's not your fault. By you being there things would have probably been much worst. Michael and Ryan tried to help me once, but they almost got killed because of it. I couldn't carry the weight, the guilt, if they got killed because of me, much less you."
Fang started to talk, but I covered his mouth.
"I want to finish what I started. After Nicholas and James died, I quickly became pregnant again with twins. Something else went wrong and Arriel, Arabella's twin sister, died around when she was five months or so. I am SO lucky to have Arabella. When I was at the School, everyday felt like a year because I didn't know if was ever going to see my child again or not, or the next time I saw her, I would see her cold and lifeless. And as a parent, that's the worst thing you could ever go through. Not knowing if your child's going to make it or not."
Fang rubbed my back and I felt my eyelids grow heavy. The next thing I know, darkness is coming my way.
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A/N: Yes! I finally got Max to tell someone her story! I feel like some things are missing though so if you know what it's missing, tell me and I'll clear that right up for you.
MPHknows: How she met the others, maybe?
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