A/N: I didn't think it would take me this long to write another chapter, sorry about the delay. Wow, we're coming down to the end all ready! Phew!
Disclaimer: You know what I own and what I don't.
Please R/R!
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THE HUNT
Chapter Eight
Red Light
As soon as Max began to feel better again, her and her siblings started to prepare to invade Manticore, once again. Guns were spread out onto the table like candy, numerous and in different shapes. Krit and Syl were loading a few machine guns while Max stayed in the back and watched from high on top of some old crates.
Syl and Krit had been hiding out in an abandoned warehouse for the past months. From there they had easy access to artillery, maps, and contact with Logan. It wasn't the most comfortable place to stay, but it had proven safe for them. They both felt renewed and joyed to have their younger sibling back and alive, but it was a constant damper to think about never being watched and protected by Zack again. They were alone and seemingly helpless again without him. It was a new emptiness they all faced, having to go on without their bigger brother.
"Here Maxie," Syl tossed a handgun over to her and continued to set hers. Her hands were starting to hurt from having to load so many guns within a short period of time, they were raw and sore. She ignored the pain and continued to clean and prepare the semiautomatic she was working on.
"No," Max said as she tossed the gun onto the table after looking it over briskly. "I don't do guns." She crossed her arms and looked defiantly down at Syl and Krit.
"Max, take it." Krit ordered as he looked from her to the gun, and then back at her. Max was surprised to hear how much he was starting to sound like Zack. She figured that since Zack was gone, he was the next oldest in line, kinda like an heir or something. Male testosterone.
"No." She shook her head. "I hate those things. Besides," She said as she jumped off her perch and next to Krit. "I don't need them."
"Max," He sighed. "You can't depend on your strength to save you every time. Guards at Manticore are heavily armed and wont be bashful to use them." He picked up the gun and handed it back to Max. The next time he spoke, it was almost a whisper. "We almost lost you once before, I don't want it to happen again."
Max stiffened and took the gun, something in the way Krit was talking made her reach out and grab it. She tucked it in the front of her belt, instantly feeling uncomfortable with it. Yes, Krit had a point, it was better that she was armed, but she still couldn't get over seeing Eva dead on the ground every time she touched a gun. It was too creepy and a horrible reminder of how several of her siblings were lost.
Syl and Krit finished loading the guns, cocked a few and slung them over their shoulders. The group threw them into the trunk of an old beat up convertible and jumped in. Krit sat in the driver's seat with Syl next to him, while Max hopped into the back and sat herself in the middle.
"You guys ready?" Krit asked as he started the engine. It stuttered for a moment, but then roared to life. Syl and Max looked at each other and nodded with a smirk.
"I really appreciate you both doing this." Max said sincerely as she looked at each of them.
"A friend's need, Little Sis. He's done a lot to help us, it's time we paid him back." Syl said with a gentle smile.
Max smiled wholeheartedly. "All right, let's go." And the convertible sped off down the road of Seattle and headed for Manticore.
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Logan tested his restraints the moment he woke up from another batch of tranquilizers. They were tight and thick, almost impossible to rip through at all. But, that's what he had suspected. Everything at Manticore had to be ultra strong to be able to hold against the children they 'made'. For the first time, he felt a little annoyed that he was being treated like one, but at the same time wish he was.
The exoskeleton had been taken off of him to prevent him from even attempting to fix the minor fuse break. That angered and annoyed him even more, to be left without a mode of transportation or escape. Logan pulled on the straps again, but the didn't move an inch.
He sighed exasperatedly and dropped his head back onto the pillow. After a moment, he took the opportunity to check his surroundings, but as he did that, he was instantly regretful that he did. As he craned his neck off the bed, he saw there was a monitor that was a few feet away and he realized that he was hooked up to it. The screen was blank and silent.
Then Logan saw a small table that had surgical tools, to his disdain, most of them were needles. He hated needles. Logan fell back on to the pillow again and stared at the ceiling. He was going to need a miracle to get out of all of this.
Suddenly the automatic doors opened with a whoosh and the devil herself walked in followed by two of her henchmen. Logan sighed and let his eyes wander over to her after a moment of watching the men she was with. The each carried guns, several in fact. Did they really believe he was going to be a threat to them? It almost made him laugh.
"Are we ready to talk?" Madame X said nicely as she leaned down by Logan. When he didn't respond, Renfro nodded to herself and sat down on a swivel chair close to his bed. "You can make this very hard on yourself if you don't talk. I suggest you save yourself from it. Talk to me." Still, Logan didn't say a word. "All right, have it your way. But remember, I gave you a chance."
Renfro snapped her fingers and the two men wheeled a large laser over Logan. It was silver and circular shaped and had a small pinpoint in the middle for the beam to come out of. One man hit the switch on the monitor and it began to beat, rapid and monotonous. A line was illustrated on it, quickly going up and down to the beat.
"My, my." Renfro said as she looked from the monitor to Logan. "Your heart is beating a mile a minute. You wouldn't be afraid, now would you?" She teased in his ear. Logan had to fight the urge to spit right in her face, as he considered it more and more, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. But, his opportunity was lost, almost as if she knew what he was thinking.
Renfro pulled away with a smile as she watched him and went over to the laser that was now positioned right above Logan's face. The two men began to strap some equipment onto his face, pulling back the muscles in his mouth and eyes, instantly making them sore and tender. He fought again with the straps that held his arms and legs. Renfro watched and began to giggle.
"You're not serious are you?" She asked him, motioning over to his attempt to escape the restraints. "My X series can't even break them. What makes you think that you can?" Logan ceased trying to break the straps and watched in complete fear and nausea as Renfro picked up a needle and extracted some liquid from a small bottle.
She squirted some into the air to be sure that it worked properly and them came over to Logan. He realized that his forearm was facing up and exposing his arm for a clean entry for whatever she wanted to put into him. The laser beam was suddenly turned on and glared directly into he eye. It felt warm and inviting, comfortable and clear all at the same time.
He felt a small pinch as Renfro injected the fluid into his arm and had a fatigue sense of hearing as one of the men told her not to do it at the last second. Saying that she was going to kill him with it. Logan wanted to fight, he tried to, but suddenly everything became very hazy, and he fell in.
Disclaimer: You know what I own and what I don't.
Please R/R!
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THE HUNT
Chapter Eight
Red Light
As soon as Max began to feel better again, her and her siblings started to prepare to invade Manticore, once again. Guns were spread out onto the table like candy, numerous and in different shapes. Krit and Syl were loading a few machine guns while Max stayed in the back and watched from high on top of some old crates.
Syl and Krit had been hiding out in an abandoned warehouse for the past months. From there they had easy access to artillery, maps, and contact with Logan. It wasn't the most comfortable place to stay, but it had proven safe for them. They both felt renewed and joyed to have their younger sibling back and alive, but it was a constant damper to think about never being watched and protected by Zack again. They were alone and seemingly helpless again without him. It was a new emptiness they all faced, having to go on without their bigger brother.
"Here Maxie," Syl tossed a handgun over to her and continued to set hers. Her hands were starting to hurt from having to load so many guns within a short period of time, they were raw and sore. She ignored the pain and continued to clean and prepare the semiautomatic she was working on.
"No," Max said as she tossed the gun onto the table after looking it over briskly. "I don't do guns." She crossed her arms and looked defiantly down at Syl and Krit.
"Max, take it." Krit ordered as he looked from her to the gun, and then back at her. Max was surprised to hear how much he was starting to sound like Zack. She figured that since Zack was gone, he was the next oldest in line, kinda like an heir or something. Male testosterone.
"No." She shook her head. "I hate those things. Besides," She said as she jumped off her perch and next to Krit. "I don't need them."
"Max," He sighed. "You can't depend on your strength to save you every time. Guards at Manticore are heavily armed and wont be bashful to use them." He picked up the gun and handed it back to Max. The next time he spoke, it was almost a whisper. "We almost lost you once before, I don't want it to happen again."
Max stiffened and took the gun, something in the way Krit was talking made her reach out and grab it. She tucked it in the front of her belt, instantly feeling uncomfortable with it. Yes, Krit had a point, it was better that she was armed, but she still couldn't get over seeing Eva dead on the ground every time she touched a gun. It was too creepy and a horrible reminder of how several of her siblings were lost.
Syl and Krit finished loading the guns, cocked a few and slung them over their shoulders. The group threw them into the trunk of an old beat up convertible and jumped in. Krit sat in the driver's seat with Syl next to him, while Max hopped into the back and sat herself in the middle.
"You guys ready?" Krit asked as he started the engine. It stuttered for a moment, but then roared to life. Syl and Max looked at each other and nodded with a smirk.
"I really appreciate you both doing this." Max said sincerely as she looked at each of them.
"A friend's need, Little Sis. He's done a lot to help us, it's time we paid him back." Syl said with a gentle smile.
Max smiled wholeheartedly. "All right, let's go." And the convertible sped off down the road of Seattle and headed for Manticore.
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Logan tested his restraints the moment he woke up from another batch of tranquilizers. They were tight and thick, almost impossible to rip through at all. But, that's what he had suspected. Everything at Manticore had to be ultra strong to be able to hold against the children they 'made'. For the first time, he felt a little annoyed that he was being treated like one, but at the same time wish he was.
The exoskeleton had been taken off of him to prevent him from even attempting to fix the minor fuse break. That angered and annoyed him even more, to be left without a mode of transportation or escape. Logan pulled on the straps again, but the didn't move an inch.
He sighed exasperatedly and dropped his head back onto the pillow. After a moment, he took the opportunity to check his surroundings, but as he did that, he was instantly regretful that he did. As he craned his neck off the bed, he saw there was a monitor that was a few feet away and he realized that he was hooked up to it. The screen was blank and silent.
Then Logan saw a small table that had surgical tools, to his disdain, most of them were needles. He hated needles. Logan fell back on to the pillow again and stared at the ceiling. He was going to need a miracle to get out of all of this.
Suddenly the automatic doors opened with a whoosh and the devil herself walked in followed by two of her henchmen. Logan sighed and let his eyes wander over to her after a moment of watching the men she was with. The each carried guns, several in fact. Did they really believe he was going to be a threat to them? It almost made him laugh.
"Are we ready to talk?" Madame X said nicely as she leaned down by Logan. When he didn't respond, Renfro nodded to herself and sat down on a swivel chair close to his bed. "You can make this very hard on yourself if you don't talk. I suggest you save yourself from it. Talk to me." Still, Logan didn't say a word. "All right, have it your way. But remember, I gave you a chance."
Renfro snapped her fingers and the two men wheeled a large laser over Logan. It was silver and circular shaped and had a small pinpoint in the middle for the beam to come out of. One man hit the switch on the monitor and it began to beat, rapid and monotonous. A line was illustrated on it, quickly going up and down to the beat.
"My, my." Renfro said as she looked from the monitor to Logan. "Your heart is beating a mile a minute. You wouldn't be afraid, now would you?" She teased in his ear. Logan had to fight the urge to spit right in her face, as he considered it more and more, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. But, his opportunity was lost, almost as if she knew what he was thinking.
Renfro pulled away with a smile as she watched him and went over to the laser that was now positioned right above Logan's face. The two men began to strap some equipment onto his face, pulling back the muscles in his mouth and eyes, instantly making them sore and tender. He fought again with the straps that held his arms and legs. Renfro watched and began to giggle.
"You're not serious are you?" She asked him, motioning over to his attempt to escape the restraints. "My X series can't even break them. What makes you think that you can?" Logan ceased trying to break the straps and watched in complete fear and nausea as Renfro picked up a needle and extracted some liquid from a small bottle.
She squirted some into the air to be sure that it worked properly and them came over to Logan. He realized that his forearm was facing up and exposing his arm for a clean entry for whatever she wanted to put into him. The laser beam was suddenly turned on and glared directly into he eye. It felt warm and inviting, comfortable and clear all at the same time.
He felt a small pinch as Renfro injected the fluid into his arm and had a fatigue sense of hearing as one of the men told her not to do it at the last second. Saying that she was going to kill him with it. Logan wanted to fight, he tried to, but suddenly everything became very hazy, and he fell in.