Chapter Sixteen
Max was halfway back to Foggle Towers, regretting the fact that she was wearing heels, when all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball somewhere and cry for no apparent reason at all. Instinctively she cut through an alley, weaving her way through barrels of trash and debris.
"Hey Baby, how you doing?" A burly man stepped in front of her, blocking her way. Max tried to step around him, but he just jumped in front of her again. Then Max turned and tried to go the way she had come, but two more equally dirty men stepped out of nowhere to block her only escape route. Max turned back to the first man. "Get out of my way." She said icily.
"What's the matter, sweet cakes, we're going to have ourselves a good time." He reached out and grabbed Max's arm. She wrenched it free, falling backwards and bumping into the second man. He grabbed her arms from behind, while the first man advanced on Max, leering as he moved. "Now what is a classy babe like you doing in a place like this?" He asked as he got up close to Max's struggling body. "Things are bound to hap--" His words were cut off in a rush of breath as one delicate high heel imbedded itself in his stomach. He doubled over gasping for air, as Max immediately kicked up her other foot and landed it squarely in his face. He fell backwards with a moan, landing in a pile of trash bags.
Max bent down, flipping her second assaulter over her shoulder, as he flipped ever, he grabbed the neckline of Max's dress and tore a large hole in it. When he landed on the ground, Max stepping on his neck, twisting her foot to cut off his air supply and making him lose conciseness. She whirled to see her third attacker swing a lead pipe at her, but narrowly missing her as she jumped into the air, kicking him solidly in the chin as she flipped backwards over her head and landed squarely on her feet, despite the high heels, bending her knees and raising her arms in well practiced defensive crouch.
She scanned the scene carefully, three men lying on the ground barely moving. It was then that her arms began to shake. Pulling off her heels, she began running out of the alleyway, sprinting as fast as the silk dress would allow her.
Logan was sitting in the guest bathroom, he'd carried his glass in the bathroom looking for his orange juice, and somehow or another, he was still there, sitting on the floor in the corner, leaning against the wall. He was contemplating his third drink when he heard the phone ring. He heard the machine pick up, but when he heard Max's voice, he jumped up and ran into the other room, grabbing the phone off the hook. "Max?"
Less than five minuets later he was pulling up in front of a payphone where he saw Max sitting at the curb, shaking like a leaf.
Before he could even fully stop the car she was pulling the door open and jumping in. "Max? Are you okay? What happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it, just get me out of here."
"Max, are you alright? Your dress is ripped!"
"I said I don't want to talk about it." Max snapped again.
"Did the shrink do this?"
"No, I got attacked alright? I was on the way home, three guys cornered me, were probably going to rape me, but somehow, I don't know how, I managed to kick the s*** out of three guys, all of which being twice my size." She paused for a moment, chest heaving. "Care to educate me, Logan? I can pick locks, I had a very vivid dream were I have a guy referring to me as a soldier, telling me he hopes I don't get caught, some guy named Lydecker is after me, then I get caught in an alleyway, and for some reason, I could beat the hell out of all of them in freaking three inch heels."
When Logan didn't answer, Max crossed her arms. "That is what I thought, now if you'd please, I'd like to go home."
Logan stared at her a moment more, wanting to reach out and comfort her, but knowing it wasn't going to be welcomed. He put the car in gear and pulled off the curb, then a thought struck him. She had a dream about someone, it sounded like Zack. Did that mean she was starting to remember?
Max was halfway back to Foggle Towers, regretting the fact that she was wearing heels, when all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball somewhere and cry for no apparent reason at all. Instinctively she cut through an alley, weaving her way through barrels of trash and debris.
"Hey Baby, how you doing?" A burly man stepped in front of her, blocking her way. Max tried to step around him, but he just jumped in front of her again. Then Max turned and tried to go the way she had come, but two more equally dirty men stepped out of nowhere to block her only escape route. Max turned back to the first man. "Get out of my way." She said icily.
"What's the matter, sweet cakes, we're going to have ourselves a good time." He reached out and grabbed Max's arm. She wrenched it free, falling backwards and bumping into the second man. He grabbed her arms from behind, while the first man advanced on Max, leering as he moved. "Now what is a classy babe like you doing in a place like this?" He asked as he got up close to Max's struggling body. "Things are bound to hap--" His words were cut off in a rush of breath as one delicate high heel imbedded itself in his stomach. He doubled over gasping for air, as Max immediately kicked up her other foot and landed it squarely in his face. He fell backwards with a moan, landing in a pile of trash bags.
Max bent down, flipping her second assaulter over her shoulder, as he flipped ever, he grabbed the neckline of Max's dress and tore a large hole in it. When he landed on the ground, Max stepping on his neck, twisting her foot to cut off his air supply and making him lose conciseness. She whirled to see her third attacker swing a lead pipe at her, but narrowly missing her as she jumped into the air, kicking him solidly in the chin as she flipped backwards over her head and landed squarely on her feet, despite the high heels, bending her knees and raising her arms in well practiced defensive crouch.
She scanned the scene carefully, three men lying on the ground barely moving. It was then that her arms began to shake. Pulling off her heels, she began running out of the alleyway, sprinting as fast as the silk dress would allow her.
Logan was sitting in the guest bathroom, he'd carried his glass in the bathroom looking for his orange juice, and somehow or another, he was still there, sitting on the floor in the corner, leaning against the wall. He was contemplating his third drink when he heard the phone ring. He heard the machine pick up, but when he heard Max's voice, he jumped up and ran into the other room, grabbing the phone off the hook. "Max?"
Less than five minuets later he was pulling up in front of a payphone where he saw Max sitting at the curb, shaking like a leaf.
Before he could even fully stop the car she was pulling the door open and jumping in. "Max? Are you okay? What happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it, just get me out of here."
"Max, are you alright? Your dress is ripped!"
"I said I don't want to talk about it." Max snapped again.
"Did the shrink do this?"
"No, I got attacked alright? I was on the way home, three guys cornered me, were probably going to rape me, but somehow, I don't know how, I managed to kick the s*** out of three guys, all of which being twice my size." She paused for a moment, chest heaving. "Care to educate me, Logan? I can pick locks, I had a very vivid dream were I have a guy referring to me as a soldier, telling me he hopes I don't get caught, some guy named Lydecker is after me, then I get caught in an alleyway, and for some reason, I could beat the hell out of all of them in freaking three inch heels."
When Logan didn't answer, Max crossed her arms. "That is what I thought, now if you'd please, I'd like to go home."
Logan stared at her a moment more, wanting to reach out and comfort her, but knowing it wasn't going to be welcomed. He put the car in gear and pulled off the curb, then a thought struck him. She had a dream about someone, it sounded like Zack. Did that mean she was starting to remember?