A/N: I KNOW THAT THIS IS SHORT BUT I JUST WANTED IT TO GET TO THE POINT.
ALEC AND THE REST OF THE GANG WILL BE BACK INTO THE STORY IN THE NEXT
CHAPTERS. I KNOW A LOT OF YOU PPL HATE ASHA BUT I ACTUALLY LIKE THE
CHARACTER AND I THINK SHE DESERVES A CHANCE SO THERE'LL BE A MENTION OF
HER. THANKS FOR READING.
Max shot her eyes open. Everything looked green. Where the hell was she? There was water around her and just below her, she could see people looking up with their charts in their hands, taking notes, pressing buttons. There were tubes attached to her bodies. What the hell was going on? What were they doing to her?
Max's find raced frantically. She couldn't move her arms. Everything hurt though. She was helpless. She tried to clam herself. Retrace her steps and figure out why she was here. Then suddenly an all too familiar image came to her. Tinga.
They had done the same to Tinga. It was a similar lab. Her sister was in the same tank she was in. The only difference was that there was a mask to help maintain Max's oxygen level. They wanted to keep her alive.
They were harvesting her. Testing how far they could push the limits. She was valuable to Manticore being a mother of its most perfect transgenic. Its only perfection.
Max's mind drifted to her son. She wondered how long she's been here; how long it has been since her son was born. She couldn't remember anything. She had seen him for just a few minutes. She wasn't able to touch him but she had heard his cry and seen how beautiful he was. Her baby was beautiful and it hurt her to think that she might never see him grow up, that the image of him will have to remain a baby.
Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by the fact that she was struggling to breathe. They had cut her air supply. They didn't mean to because she could see that the doctors were panicking, trying everything they could to stop the annoying alarm and put a flow of oxygen back into her lungs. Why the hell were they taking so long? She could only hold her breath for a few minutes.
Max was struggling now. She needed air. Everything was starting to fog up. She was blacking out again. She hated those. Every time she blacked out, she would find herself someplace new when she wakes up and each time it was worse.
God dammit, fix the damn thing! She wanted to yell at them but she could see that they were truly trying but unfortunately failing. Thank god they were trying because she wasn't ready to die just yet. If only they would hurry.
Suddenly Max managed to move one arm and punch through the glass, breaking it in the process. It was like reflex and the doctors looked stunned beyond belief. The water started to leak out of the tank but Max couldn't wait for it to get low enough. She became unconscious.
Max shot her eyes open. Everything looked green. Where the hell was she? There was water around her and just below her, she could see people looking up with their charts in their hands, taking notes, pressing buttons. There were tubes attached to her bodies. What the hell was going on? What were they doing to her?
Max's find raced frantically. She couldn't move her arms. Everything hurt though. She was helpless. She tried to clam herself. Retrace her steps and figure out why she was here. Then suddenly an all too familiar image came to her. Tinga.
They had done the same to Tinga. It was a similar lab. Her sister was in the same tank she was in. The only difference was that there was a mask to help maintain Max's oxygen level. They wanted to keep her alive.
They were harvesting her. Testing how far they could push the limits. She was valuable to Manticore being a mother of its most perfect transgenic. Its only perfection.
Max's mind drifted to her son. She wondered how long she's been here; how long it has been since her son was born. She couldn't remember anything. She had seen him for just a few minutes. She wasn't able to touch him but she had heard his cry and seen how beautiful he was. Her baby was beautiful and it hurt her to think that she might never see him grow up, that the image of him will have to remain a baby.
Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by the fact that she was struggling to breathe. They had cut her air supply. They didn't mean to because she could see that the doctors were panicking, trying everything they could to stop the annoying alarm and put a flow of oxygen back into her lungs. Why the hell were they taking so long? She could only hold her breath for a few minutes.
Max was struggling now. She needed air. Everything was starting to fog up. She was blacking out again. She hated those. Every time she blacked out, she would find herself someplace new when she wakes up and each time it was worse.
God dammit, fix the damn thing! She wanted to yell at them but she could see that they were truly trying but unfortunately failing. Thank god they were trying because she wasn't ready to die just yet. If only they would hurry.
Suddenly Max managed to move one arm and punch through the glass, breaking it in the process. It was like reflex and the doctors looked stunned beyond belief. The water started to leak out of the tank but Max couldn't wait for it to get low enough. She became unconscious.