Two nights later Max found herself staring across a small sea of people as they rolled and moved to the music of the band playing on stage. Max had trouble tuning out the music as she looked and listened for any sign of a trap or of her siblings. She stood on the raised platform outside of the pit and watched over the crowd amongst the a small group of people who were more interested in the music than getting beat up in the pit.
Max could feel someone's eyes burning into her. It was like a sixth sense that she couldn't shake. She glanced casually around until she saw who it was. A young man was leaning against the bar drinking a beer as he stared at her. As soon as he saw Max look in his direction he pushed himself away from the bar and started walking towards her in a drunken manner. Max sighed, this wasn't what she needed right now.
"Hey there. What do you say I buy you something to drink?" The young man said from over her shoulder.
Max turned around and found the drunk trying to keep his eyes focused on her as he slurred his speech. Max sighed and turned away, "I'm not in the mood okay?"
The man stepped around and down the two stairs into the pit so that he was in front of Max, "Come on! All I want is a little drink. I won't try anything."
Max quickly turned and began walking around to the other side of the large room. She glanced behind and found the man stumbling to catch up with her. Finally Max stopped and turned on him, "What is your problem? The word 'no' not in your vocabulary."
It was then Max first noticed him. She found that he was actually a good looking guy but quickly pushed the thought away and focused on the reason she was there. The young man's icy blue eyes stared into her and she could see them working over to comprehend what she said, "Sure I know what no means. But I don't think you really mean that. Come on, we could go back to my place and see what happens."
Max couldn't believe that this guy wouldn't take a hint. She was even more disgusted that he thought she would actually go with him. She didn't realize that eleven months before she had done that very same thing when she was in heat. Max looked at him for a long moment and images of Zack flashed through her mind. It was then she noticed the similarities between the two of them. The young man in front of her had shorter blonde hair than Zack and his eyes were a cold blue but it was in the way he smiled. She could tell that the man in front of her didn't smile very often. Almost as if he spent most of his time either angry or sad, the same way she thought of Zack when he rarely smiled.
Max turned away from him, her mind now full of new thoughts, and placed her hands on the railing and looked out at the band in front of her. The next two seconds went by even faster than her mind could comprehend. Suddenly she felt a hand on her wrist as it became twisted behind her. Her other hand shortly followed and she felt the cold metal of handcuffs clamp around her wrists.
Max looked behind her to see the drunk making sure her hands were secure before standing up behind her, "Oooh, kinky," Max replied with a smile on her face hoping to fool him into thinking she was interested so she could take advantage of the situation.
The man quickly pressed against her from behind and spoke into her ear, "Say anything and you'll be dead before you finish. I have no problem bringing in a mangled corpse."
Max instantly frowned as she found all signs of his drunkenness gone and she could tell there wasn't any alcohol on his breath. She had been trapped. They slowly started walking towards the North exit as the man kept pressing against her to make sure the handcuffs weren't visible. It was then the signs came flooding to Max. She noticed a young woman sitting at a table alone stand up and follow them out and then another man at the door open it for them and follow them out. They were all about the same age and moved with precision.
Max could feel someone's eyes burning into her. It was like a sixth sense that she couldn't shake. She glanced casually around until she saw who it was. A young man was leaning against the bar drinking a beer as he stared at her. As soon as he saw Max look in his direction he pushed himself away from the bar and started walking towards her in a drunken manner. Max sighed, this wasn't what she needed right now.
"Hey there. What do you say I buy you something to drink?" The young man said from over her shoulder.
Max turned around and found the drunk trying to keep his eyes focused on her as he slurred his speech. Max sighed and turned away, "I'm not in the mood okay?"
The man stepped around and down the two stairs into the pit so that he was in front of Max, "Come on! All I want is a little drink. I won't try anything."
Max quickly turned and began walking around to the other side of the large room. She glanced behind and found the man stumbling to catch up with her. Finally Max stopped and turned on him, "What is your problem? The word 'no' not in your vocabulary."
It was then Max first noticed him. She found that he was actually a good looking guy but quickly pushed the thought away and focused on the reason she was there. The young man's icy blue eyes stared into her and she could see them working over to comprehend what she said, "Sure I know what no means. But I don't think you really mean that. Come on, we could go back to my place and see what happens."
Max couldn't believe that this guy wouldn't take a hint. She was even more disgusted that he thought she would actually go with him. She didn't realize that eleven months before she had done that very same thing when she was in heat. Max looked at him for a long moment and images of Zack flashed through her mind. It was then she noticed the similarities between the two of them. The young man in front of her had shorter blonde hair than Zack and his eyes were a cold blue but it was in the way he smiled. She could tell that the man in front of her didn't smile very often. Almost as if he spent most of his time either angry or sad, the same way she thought of Zack when he rarely smiled.
Max turned away from him, her mind now full of new thoughts, and placed her hands on the railing and looked out at the band in front of her. The next two seconds went by even faster than her mind could comprehend. Suddenly she felt a hand on her wrist as it became twisted behind her. Her other hand shortly followed and she felt the cold metal of handcuffs clamp around her wrists.
Max looked behind her to see the drunk making sure her hands were secure before standing up behind her, "Oooh, kinky," Max replied with a smile on her face hoping to fool him into thinking she was interested so she could take advantage of the situation.
The man quickly pressed against her from behind and spoke into her ear, "Say anything and you'll be dead before you finish. I have no problem bringing in a mangled corpse."
Max instantly frowned as she found all signs of his drunkenness gone and she could tell there wasn't any alcohol on his breath. She had been trapped. They slowly started walking towards the North exit as the man kept pressing against her to make sure the handcuffs weren't visible. It was then the signs came flooding to Max. She noticed a young woman sitting at a table alone stand up and follow them out and then another man at the door open it for them and follow them out. They were all about the same age and moved with precision.
