Even before she opened her eyes, Max knew where she was. She could sense it. She could smell the damp walls surrounding her, and hear the low humming of electronic equipments. She knew she was back in the cold hell she had feared for all her life. She was back at Manticore.
Slowly opening her eyes, she started glancing around the room, having a difficult time to focus her vision. She knew they had given her some kind of drug. Becoming more aware of the environment, she realized she was in some sort of lab. Lifting her head trying to fight dizziness, she saw herself wearing nothing but a gown, with her hands strapped down to the side of the bed, making her feel helpless and exposed.
Panic started to fill her soul, as all those memories of hell started flashing in her mind...
...young Mika being autopsied... Eva being shot... the torturous experiments, as her arms and legs were broken...the beatings she suffered from her training officers...the coldness...the fear...
She would rather die then to stay there.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she noticed a doctor leaning close to her, holding her arm with one hand and a large seringe in the other one. She had to act fast. It was her last chance.
Using all her super human strength, she broke off of the straps that were holding her. She could see the look of panic in the doctor's face, as she pulled his head close to her chest placing one hand in his chin and the other one the back of his skull, and finally in one swift move, she heard the sickening sound of his neck braking. She let go, feeling a little disgusted as his body slided slowly out of the bed, making a thud as it hit the floor.
There was no going back now. She didn't like killing. Every time she killed, she felt like she was loosing a small part of what was left of her humanity. But she knew she had no choice. If she stayed there, she would end up loosing all humanity. She would eventually forget what it was like ever being human. Having friends. Loving. She would forget Logan...
Lifting herself out of bed, she felt her legs weaken. She was still drugged. Glancing around, she looked for something she could use as a weapon. On the side of the bed, she could see a tray with surgical instruments, so she reached out and grabbed a scalpel. She was going to leave or die. She would not go without a fight.
. . . . . .
Using her acute hearing, Max could sense someone approaching the lab. Quickly and silently, she placed herself near the entrance, with her back glued to the wall. She knew they must have seen her through the security cameras, and it was only a matter of time before the whole place would be filled with Manticore soldiers. She had to act fast.
The soldier never knew what hit him, as Max plunged the surgical instrument in the back of his neck, severing his spinal cord instantly. Even before the soldier's body tumbled to ground, Max was already aware of the others coming in from the outside. Thinking fast, using all her strength, she jumped upwards near the corridor that led to the doorway, and placed herself 8 feet from the floor, setting herself strait, so her hands touched one side of the corridor and her feet touched the other one. This way, she would be able to surprise whoever it was that came from the outside.
She didn't have to wait long; cause in a moment's notice, a burly guard came running in holding a gun in his hand. She quickly dropped to the ground and in blurry movement kicked the gun away. Seeing this, the guard launched forward at Max, trying to get a hold of her, only to find air instead. Max took advantage of her opponents pathetic attempt to grab her, and was able to move out of the way and place a kick in his back sending him straight out of the room. But the guard wouldn't give up, and Max knew that she was in no condition to wrestle a 250 pound army soldier. She had to get out of there fast, so she waited until he stood up and placed an extremely fast and precise blow to his throat. He stood there with his hands in his throat, and eyes wide open, gasping desperately for air. She knew she'd broken his trachea, and it would only a matter of minutes before he was dead. She couldn't let guilt interfere now. It was either kill or be killed.
Looking at the spacious hallway in front of her, she could see a door at the other end. She started running towards it. She could hear all sorts of noises coming from the outside. Sirens, dogs and footsteps. They were coming for her.
As she made it to the middle of the hallway, her legs started to give
in. It was getting harder and harder for her to move. Finally, when she
felt she couldn't stand anymore, she collapsed to the ground. She lied
there, not being able to move. Hearing the footsteps getting closer and
closer. It was all over for her. Finally, loosing conscience, darkness
became her.