AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please don't hate me for this fic.
It's my REAL first one. It was originally written back
in early December based on an idea that me and the co-founder of
my website found hilarious.
Of course, that was at 9 in the morning.
Please remember that this is all for fun and sillyness. I'm not
trying to insult anybody.
Just take it lightly. Okay?
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"How Logan Got His Legs Back" by Elianna
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Lydecker had finally caught them. What would they do now! Max and
Logan had been walking (and rolling) calmly down the street when one
of those hideous black SUVs drove up beside them. Before you could
say "Tryptophan" they were thrown in the back and whisked away to
Lydecker's secret lair.
Logan, deprived of his wheelchair that had broken during the
confusion, was left alone in a corner of the big wharehouse. After
all, what could he do? Meanwhile, Max was being suspended over a huge
tub bubbling acid and being lowered ever so slowly into the brew...
What could they do?!!!
"Hah! Hah! Hah!" Lydecker laughed, "What can you do now, Max? Huh?
I'd like to see you fight your way out of this one! I would love
to stay and witness your demise, but I have an AA meeting to get to."
Of course, he didn't want to kill her. She was like a daughter
to him. Killing was just part of the job.
As soon as the evil man left the room, Max began shouting.
"Logan! Logan! Get your ass in gear and help me!"
"Just a sec," he shouted back.
He looked around the room. Nothing...Wait a minute! What was
that? On the wall just above him was a big red button marked:
"BIG RED BUTTON-PUSH TO STOP THE GIRL FROM DYING". His face lit
up. Maybe there was a chance he could save her after all.
He dragged himself over closer to the wall and reached up as
far as his arm could go. Just a little farther... he thought. He
stretched a little more... but it was no use. He looked back at
Max, a hopeless expression on his face.
"Logan!!! What's taking you so long!!!!!" Max screamed. The wax
was getting nearer and nearer...."Hurry!!!"
He looked back at the button. It didn't look that high up.
I can do this, he thought. He stretched up again, this time
putting all his energy into it. Just a little more... a little
higher... But the button was still impossible far away from
his reach.
"LOGAN!!!!!!! PLEASE!!! HELP ME!!!!!!"
That was it. He threw himself at the wall and put everything
into it. He remembered all the great things about Max and how
much her really cared for her. He concentrated real hard.... and
it started to happen.
There was this tingly sensation all over his body. Like small
electric shocks everywhere. He tested his legs. THEY WORKED! He
quickly got up and jumped from one leg to the other: he had forgotten
how good it felt to be able to use his legs. In his happy stupor,
he began dancing around shouting "yes, yes, yes," and "its
a miracle". A shout burst his happy bubble.
"Shit!" he shouted and ran to push the button. The chain began to
raise.
"Oops......"
THE END
It's my REAL first one. It was originally written back
in early December based on an idea that me and the co-founder of
my website found hilarious.
Of course, that was at 9 in the morning.
Please remember that this is all for fun and sillyness. I'm not
trying to insult anybody.
Just take it lightly. Okay?
-----------------
"How Logan Got His Legs Back" by Elianna
-----------------
Lydecker had finally caught them. What would they do now! Max and
Logan had been walking (and rolling) calmly down the street when one
of those hideous black SUVs drove up beside them. Before you could
say "Tryptophan" they were thrown in the back and whisked away to
Lydecker's secret lair.
Logan, deprived of his wheelchair that had broken during the
confusion, was left alone in a corner of the big wharehouse. After
all, what could he do? Meanwhile, Max was being suspended over a huge
tub bubbling acid and being lowered ever so slowly into the brew...
What could they do?!!!
"Hah! Hah! Hah!" Lydecker laughed, "What can you do now, Max? Huh?
I'd like to see you fight your way out of this one! I would love
to stay and witness your demise, but I have an AA meeting to get to."
Of course, he didn't want to kill her. She was like a daughter
to him. Killing was just part of the job.
As soon as the evil man left the room, Max began shouting.
"Logan! Logan! Get your ass in gear and help me!"
"Just a sec," he shouted back.
He looked around the room. Nothing...Wait a minute! What was
that? On the wall just above him was a big red button marked:
"BIG RED BUTTON-PUSH TO STOP THE GIRL FROM DYING". His face lit
up. Maybe there was a chance he could save her after all.
He dragged himself over closer to the wall and reached up as
far as his arm could go. Just a little farther... he thought. He
stretched a little more... but it was no use. He looked back at
Max, a hopeless expression on his face.
"Logan!!! What's taking you so long!!!!!" Max screamed. The wax
was getting nearer and nearer...."Hurry!!!"
He looked back at the button. It didn't look that high up.
I can do this, he thought. He stretched up again, this time
putting all his energy into it. Just a little more... a little
higher... But the button was still impossible far away from
his reach.
"LOGAN!!!!!!! PLEASE!!! HELP ME!!!!!!"
That was it. He threw himself at the wall and put everything
into it. He remembered all the great things about Max and how
much her really cared for her. He concentrated real hard.... and
it started to happen.
There was this tingly sensation all over his body. Like small
electric shocks everywhere. He tested his legs. THEY WORKED! He
quickly got up and jumped from one leg to the other: he had forgotten
how good it felt to be able to use his legs. In his happy stupor,
he began dancing around shouting "yes, yes, yes," and "its
a miracle". A shout burst his happy bubble.
"Shit!" he shouted and ran to push the button. The chain began to
raise.
"Oops......"
THE END
