Original Cindy's eyes fixated on Max who sunk to her knees, staring off into space. Tears flowed from her eyes freely. OC sat there a long time thinking of what to do when Herbal picked Max up and laid her down on a couch. Max didn't make a sound. She just stared at the ceiling with emotionless, blank eyes. Even Herbal, with all of his watered down wisdom, was at a loss for words. Cindy told Herbal to get an icepack and a glass of water. After relieving Max of her original shock, which took about 4 hours, she began to regain composure. By the time she had fully recovered, and began to act like Max again, the familiar sound filled the room.
"Beep, beep, beep." Her pager was going off.
"Damn, Logan has the worst timing." Cindy thought to herself. Max checked the number and got up to use the phone. Not wanting to order her around, Cindy let Max make a call. She watched as Max dialed the number, and waited for someone to pick up. Her face had an expression of shock on it as she heard the voice on the other line.
"What are you... WHAT???.... Okay I'm coming... Can we talk about this later??" Max had a baffled expression on her face as she sprinted from the room.
"Damn, what was that about?" Cindy asked Herbal who just shrugged and took a sip of Max's water.
The initial shock of hearing Jeff's voice had almost startled her more than what he had to say. When her pager had gone off, Max had fully expected Logan to ask her over for dinner or to play chess or something. Instead she heard an obviously distressed Jeff panting into the receiver.
"What are you...?" Max was cut off before she could finish.
"I found your beeper number." Jeff sounded hurt. "Logan... He attacked him.... I killed him." His voice was raspy and choking. It sounded like he was talking with a mouth full of water.
"WHAT???" Was all Max could say.
"Hurry."
"Okay, I'm coming." Jeff hung up the phone quickly, without saying goodbye. Max was running before she hung up the phone. All she could think is that her brother had killed Logan.
Jeff stormed out of Jam Pony without caring about how Max would take what he had said. All he wanted to do was curl up somewhere and die. Finding the bike he had 'borrowed,' Jeff sped off toward the Space Needle, half hoping that someone would kill him before he got there. Jeff stared away from Jam Pony in a juvenile act of defiance, turning his back to Max even though she couldn't see him. The rain was still coming down hard, and Jeff was beyond soaked. He looked as if he had gone swimming fully dressed. He ran a hand through his wet hair and cursed himself.
"Damn, I left my wallet at that rich guy's pad." He debated the idea of getting a new one, but it had all of his forged ID's. So, with a tremendous effort, he rose from his cross-legged position and headed toward Logan's penthouse.
It took Jeff to realize what he saw. After entering through the window, he noticed blood on the floor. Walking around the corner to investigate, he saw Max's friend lying helplessly on the floor, trying to fend off a familiar faced attacker. Jeff immediately tried to help the man, even if he was rich. No one should be beaten like that. Logan's face was battered and broken. His nose was gushing blood, one of his eyes was swollen shut, and his lower lip was the size of a golf ball. There were numerous cuts and bruises on his face that looked like they were caused by a ring. His one good eye was open wide in fear, and he was holding his right arm in the air to try and shield himself from the onslaught. His left arm was bent at an odd angle and was obviously broken badly. With silent efficiency, Jeff landed a flying kick to the side of the attacker's face. Landing softly, Jeff watched as the man fell down and rose to face him. Jeff recognized the man's face now.
"Zach?" The attacker had a puzzled look on his face, but remained in his fighting stance. "It's me Jeff." With a smile, Zach verbally spat on him.
"You are still alive? I thought Max got rid of you. You are such a screw up, you can't even die when you are supposed to." With that, Zach lashed out with a quick jab followed by a roundhouse hick. Jeff blocked the jab and sweeped Zach's legs from underneath him. Zach flipped into a standing position, kicking Jeff in the process. Staggering, Jeff went on the defensive, barley evading the flurry of punches and kicks Zach threw at him. "This is too easy." He began to taunt his younger brother. Feigning a right hook, Zach hit Jeff Square in the face with a kick that sent him reeling. Tasting blood, Jeff was knocked to all fours by an expertly placed kick combo. He then felt oxygen leave his lungs as a knee ferociously hit his ribcage. Zach stepped back top view his handy work. Laughing, he pulled Jeff up by his hair and looked him in the eye. "Leave right now, and I won't kill you." The fear in Jeff's heart was replaced by a burning desire to beat his brother mercilessly. As his response, he spit in Zach's face and landed a tremendous uppercut to his jaw. As Zach stumbled backward, he ripped hair from Jeff's head, making his scalp bleed. Jeff leapt and spun in mid air, striking out with a roundhouse kick that would have knocked a normal man unconscious. Zach quickly regained his fighting stance and went on the offensive, striking Jeff in the chest and face. Jeff flipped over Zach and put his heel in the back of his head. Spinning in midair, Jeff stuck a foot in the small of his back, sending him reeling. Jeff hit the floor and bounced up only to be greeted by a foot to the sternum, making his lungs gasp for air once more. Zach picked up a bottle from Logan's computer desk and smashed it against Jeff's temple, making him see stars. While his head was still spinning, Jeff felt his brother's arms grab his foot and throw him into a wall. Jeff felt the searing pain as he fell through the thin wall and the sickening snap as his ribs broke when he landed on the kitchen table. Coughing, Jeff heard Zach laugh and felt him slap his broken ribs with the palm of his hand. Jeff winced and instinctively guarded his ribs, leaving his face open to yet another vicious punch. Once again, Jeff flew through the air as Zach threw him into the stove. He felt glass shatter and flesh tare as he came clattering down. Jeff struggled to stand and placed a hand on the countertop for support. Zach gave him one last chance, "Leave now and I won't kill you." Jeff groped his had behind him, searching for a weapon, but when he found none, he sighed and raised his hands into a fighting stance.
"Bring it on." Blood splattered from his mouth as he spoke. His brother shook his head and vaulted the countertop, landing next to him. Jeff took the initiative and struck first, smashing a broken hand into Zach's stomach. Smiling, Zach flipped and sent a foot into Jeff's chin. Staggering, Jeff once again refused to give in. Wanting to get back to Logan, Zach went for his brother with everything he had. Blood splattered the walls, and bones crunched with every blow, but Zach ruthlessly pummeled his brother. Grabbing Jeff's bloody T-shirt, Zach tossed him across the room, smashing him into pots and pans. Zach walked up to Jeff and grabbed his head, intending to break his neck. Jeff's nose was broken, he had multiple gashes on his face and his bloodshot eyes were rolled back into his skull. He paused, and was about to twist his sibling into oblivion when Jeff suddenly shifted and sent a cooking knife slicing into his neck. Zach fell backward, gasping for air and bewildered at what just happened.
Jeff grasped the knife and waited. Zach pulled him up violently and looked into his eyes. With all the energy he could muster, Jeff shoved the knife into Zach's throat. He felt the steel smoothly slice through his opponent's skin. He heard the wet tear of flesh and the gurgling sound of lungs filling with blood. Zach had fallen backward and was sitting upright against a wall, staring straight at him. The look on his eyes quickly changed from bewilderment to fear when he realized he was dying. Jeff looked deep into his brother's eyes, regretting what he had done. Jeff gasped for breath as the pain of his broken ribs came crashing upon him. Without his adrenaline pumping, the pain almost became too great and nearly made Jeff pass out. Seeing white, Jeff clenched his teeth together and fought the urge to sleep. He watched as the life was slowly sucked from his brother, memorizing the sight. After he was sure, Zach was dead, he stood on unsure legs and fell roughly into the computer room. Logan was breathing normally but his pulse was irregular, he was unconscious and Jeff knew he needed medical attention. Fumbling for the phone, he looked at the speed dial directory and pressed star one, praying that Max would respond quickly.
Aiight, I've got a pretty good ending (I think) comming up, so have patience please!!
"Beep, beep, beep." Her pager was going off.
"Damn, Logan has the worst timing." Cindy thought to herself. Max checked the number and got up to use the phone. Not wanting to order her around, Cindy let Max make a call. She watched as Max dialed the number, and waited for someone to pick up. Her face had an expression of shock on it as she heard the voice on the other line.
"What are you... WHAT???.... Okay I'm coming... Can we talk about this later??" Max had a baffled expression on her face as she sprinted from the room.
"Damn, what was that about?" Cindy asked Herbal who just shrugged and took a sip of Max's water.
The initial shock of hearing Jeff's voice had almost startled her more than what he had to say. When her pager had gone off, Max had fully expected Logan to ask her over for dinner or to play chess or something. Instead she heard an obviously distressed Jeff panting into the receiver.
"What are you...?" Max was cut off before she could finish.
"I found your beeper number." Jeff sounded hurt. "Logan... He attacked him.... I killed him." His voice was raspy and choking. It sounded like he was talking with a mouth full of water.
"WHAT???" Was all Max could say.
"Hurry."
"Okay, I'm coming." Jeff hung up the phone quickly, without saying goodbye. Max was running before she hung up the phone. All she could think is that her brother had killed Logan.
Jeff stormed out of Jam Pony without caring about how Max would take what he had said. All he wanted to do was curl up somewhere and die. Finding the bike he had 'borrowed,' Jeff sped off toward the Space Needle, half hoping that someone would kill him before he got there. Jeff stared away from Jam Pony in a juvenile act of defiance, turning his back to Max even though she couldn't see him. The rain was still coming down hard, and Jeff was beyond soaked. He looked as if he had gone swimming fully dressed. He ran a hand through his wet hair and cursed himself.
"Damn, I left my wallet at that rich guy's pad." He debated the idea of getting a new one, but it had all of his forged ID's. So, with a tremendous effort, he rose from his cross-legged position and headed toward Logan's penthouse.
It took Jeff to realize what he saw. After entering through the window, he noticed blood on the floor. Walking around the corner to investigate, he saw Max's friend lying helplessly on the floor, trying to fend off a familiar faced attacker. Jeff immediately tried to help the man, even if he was rich. No one should be beaten like that. Logan's face was battered and broken. His nose was gushing blood, one of his eyes was swollen shut, and his lower lip was the size of a golf ball. There were numerous cuts and bruises on his face that looked like they were caused by a ring. His one good eye was open wide in fear, and he was holding his right arm in the air to try and shield himself from the onslaught. His left arm was bent at an odd angle and was obviously broken badly. With silent efficiency, Jeff landed a flying kick to the side of the attacker's face. Landing softly, Jeff watched as the man fell down and rose to face him. Jeff recognized the man's face now.
"Zach?" The attacker had a puzzled look on his face, but remained in his fighting stance. "It's me Jeff." With a smile, Zach verbally spat on him.
"You are still alive? I thought Max got rid of you. You are such a screw up, you can't even die when you are supposed to." With that, Zach lashed out with a quick jab followed by a roundhouse hick. Jeff blocked the jab and sweeped Zach's legs from underneath him. Zach flipped into a standing position, kicking Jeff in the process. Staggering, Jeff went on the defensive, barley evading the flurry of punches and kicks Zach threw at him. "This is too easy." He began to taunt his younger brother. Feigning a right hook, Zach hit Jeff Square in the face with a kick that sent him reeling. Tasting blood, Jeff was knocked to all fours by an expertly placed kick combo. He then felt oxygen leave his lungs as a knee ferociously hit his ribcage. Zach stepped back top view his handy work. Laughing, he pulled Jeff up by his hair and looked him in the eye. "Leave right now, and I won't kill you." The fear in Jeff's heart was replaced by a burning desire to beat his brother mercilessly. As his response, he spit in Zach's face and landed a tremendous uppercut to his jaw. As Zach stumbled backward, he ripped hair from Jeff's head, making his scalp bleed. Jeff leapt and spun in mid air, striking out with a roundhouse kick that would have knocked a normal man unconscious. Zach quickly regained his fighting stance and went on the offensive, striking Jeff in the chest and face. Jeff flipped over Zach and put his heel in the back of his head. Spinning in midair, Jeff stuck a foot in the small of his back, sending him reeling. Jeff hit the floor and bounced up only to be greeted by a foot to the sternum, making his lungs gasp for air once more. Zach picked up a bottle from Logan's computer desk and smashed it against Jeff's temple, making him see stars. While his head was still spinning, Jeff felt his brother's arms grab his foot and throw him into a wall. Jeff felt the searing pain as he fell through the thin wall and the sickening snap as his ribs broke when he landed on the kitchen table. Coughing, Jeff heard Zach laugh and felt him slap his broken ribs with the palm of his hand. Jeff winced and instinctively guarded his ribs, leaving his face open to yet another vicious punch. Once again, Jeff flew through the air as Zach threw him into the stove. He felt glass shatter and flesh tare as he came clattering down. Jeff struggled to stand and placed a hand on the countertop for support. Zach gave him one last chance, "Leave now and I won't kill you." Jeff groped his had behind him, searching for a weapon, but when he found none, he sighed and raised his hands into a fighting stance.
"Bring it on." Blood splattered from his mouth as he spoke. His brother shook his head and vaulted the countertop, landing next to him. Jeff took the initiative and struck first, smashing a broken hand into Zach's stomach. Smiling, Zach flipped and sent a foot into Jeff's chin. Staggering, Jeff once again refused to give in. Wanting to get back to Logan, Zach went for his brother with everything he had. Blood splattered the walls, and bones crunched with every blow, but Zach ruthlessly pummeled his brother. Grabbing Jeff's bloody T-shirt, Zach tossed him across the room, smashing him into pots and pans. Zach walked up to Jeff and grabbed his head, intending to break his neck. Jeff's nose was broken, he had multiple gashes on his face and his bloodshot eyes were rolled back into his skull. He paused, and was about to twist his sibling into oblivion when Jeff suddenly shifted and sent a cooking knife slicing into his neck. Zach fell backward, gasping for air and bewildered at what just happened.
Jeff grasped the knife and waited. Zach pulled him up violently and looked into his eyes. With all the energy he could muster, Jeff shoved the knife into Zach's throat. He felt the steel smoothly slice through his opponent's skin. He heard the wet tear of flesh and the gurgling sound of lungs filling with blood. Zach had fallen backward and was sitting upright against a wall, staring straight at him. The look on his eyes quickly changed from bewilderment to fear when he realized he was dying. Jeff looked deep into his brother's eyes, regretting what he had done. Jeff gasped for breath as the pain of his broken ribs came crashing upon him. Without his adrenaline pumping, the pain almost became too great and nearly made Jeff pass out. Seeing white, Jeff clenched his teeth together and fought the urge to sleep. He watched as the life was slowly sucked from his brother, memorizing the sight. After he was sure, Zach was dead, he stood on unsure legs and fell roughly into the computer room. Logan was breathing normally but his pulse was irregular, he was unconscious and Jeff knew he needed medical attention. Fumbling for the phone, he looked at the speed dial directory and pressed star one, praying that Max would respond quickly.
Aiight, I've got a pretty good ending (I think) comming up, so have patience please!!