{Manticore} 2 weeks later-March 21st

"How is she coming along?"

"She is resisting the de-programming Sir."

"Increase it's velocity"

"Sir?"

"Increase it!"

"Yes Sir!"

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She was in a white room. Bright lights. This small space is all she had known for the past 2 weeks. Just white. Brilliantly white. And the smell. Manticore. No mistaking it. Her baby. She felt it move and kick inside her. They knew. There was no way they didn't know. 5 times a day a nurse came. Pleasant enough. But working in this hell hole. That made her an enemy on her list. The nurse changed the IV's. She was being fed threw a tube. Funny how little things like that you remember. Then came the images. Horrible. Mind wrenching. At Crash. Burning. People screaming. Kendra, dead. Original Cindy, dead. Herbal and Sketchy, dead. Logan came for her. They shot him. Then left him to die in the flames. She heard him scream for her. Telling her it was her fault he died. She tried to tell him it wasn't true. But the images kept coming. More frequently now. Harsher. She couldn't resist much longer. Soon, she would know nothing other then to kill. Kill those she loved. The only thing that kept her sane, was the little child inside her. Ever reminding her of her previous life. Logan. He couldn't be dead as long as the child lived. Soon, they would take it from her. If she be unwilling, then they would sedate her. Take her child from her womb and not let her see it. Hold it. Never would she see it again. Boy? Girl? Never knowing. She gave into the temptation to sleep. Sleep was when they got to her. But she had not choice. She couldn't fight any longer.

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{Foggle Towers} 4 weeks after capture--April 18th

Logan was dead inside. Nothing made him smile. All he could think of was Max. And how he failed her, and their child. ((Hell, I probably don't have a child anymore. Damn Lydecker. He probably is sticking needles and tubes in it right now. Experimenting to see if it still is a solider. Half and Half. Sweet and Low. A mixed drink. That's what it is. A freak? No, I would never call my baby that. Max...oh God...it hurts so much. Where did they take you? When will I see you? Never Logan...get it through your head. You're never going to see her again. Lydecker has her, and this time he isn't letting her get away.)) Ever since Max had disappeared, Logan had immersed himself in his work. Saving lives. Ones he wished were Max's, and baby. As he had taken to calling it. Baby. The one he would never have. Too many past memories had been dredged up, and he pushed himself violently away from the computer, moving instead to the window.

Looking down on a broken, wet, rainy, dirty, city, didn't help his mood. Instead, it matched it. Making a tight turn, Logan left his penthouse and ventured out into the rain. Out here, on the streets, the city seemed somehow refreshed, renewed. He just wished it was as easy for him. Tears had fallen. And fallen some more. He wasn't past that yet. And he wouldn't be for some time. Years perhaps. He blamed himself for Max's capture. ((I should have made her stay home! God, how could I be so stupid? It's not enough to damn Lydecker...damn me!)) Giving up, Logan returned to Foggle Towers. He didn't notice Bling was there, until her was once again in front of the window, lost in thought.

"Hey. How you doing?" Bling asked gently.

Logan snapped back, "How do you think I'm doing? My wife, my soulmate is gone, probably being tortured. My only child is never going to know the word Love. Me? Nah, I'm just fine." he ended sarcastically.

"Logan, there's nothing you could have done...."

"Yes, there is. I could have made her stay home...I could have made her leave Seattle when I first met her, instead of letting her stay...."

"You wouldn't have been able to make her go. She loved you too much." Bling countered.

"And now, you can save other's lives...Max would want you to continue Eye's Only's crusade."

"I'm not so sure I should continue it. What's the use? The world's going to hell in a hand basket anyway. I'm just slowing it down a little bit. A fraction of a bit."

"But you are slowing it down. And that counts for something" Bling sighed, as Logan turned his back on him, and continued to stare out the window, unmoving. "Logan..."

"Just leave me alone. I want to be alone." Logan cut him off.

"Fine. Be an ass about it. I just wish Max were here, if for no other reason then to knock some sense into you!" Bling snapped, making sure he slammed the door extra hard as he left.

Often Logan would write poems to vent his frustration and anger. He did that now.

First passing pedestrians,
Second, friends
Third: Comrades
Fourth,
Something More.
Lastly, Lovers.
Soul mates.
Destined to live,
And die,
Together.
But this
Was not to be.
Taken away
To an insurmountable
peak.
As far off,
As the unknown
galaxy.
I cried.
And died inside.
Yearning
For the lost Love,
I longed
to find again.

Logan couldn't take it anymore. He just couldn't. Sleep overtook his tired mind and body, as he lay down on the bed he once shared with a savior...a goddess...an Angel. His Angel. His beautiful Dark Angel....





How do you like the poem? I write poetry, but this is the first time I have written any for a story...Comments, suggestions, critisism, all welcome. :)