MAX'S STORY
I feel like someone's hitting my head with a stick, my temples are throbbing. I'm starting to think that this trip wasn't such a good idea.
Logan's going methodically through my stuff, but he's leaving the tightly sealed suitcases alone, they haven't been jacked open or anything. I'm just letting him do it while I sit and watch.
What if this Cindy woman isn't anywhere near Sandy Springs? No person being searched for by mysterious government officials would stay if they had been sighted. Although, Sandy Springs is a pretty large place, plenty of small outcroppings of houses and a big town centre. Logan is hopeful though, I guess that he wants to see some of the people he grew up with again, his 'family.'
Logan and I seem to be getting closer, something I don't mind. He just doesn't want to show emotion, like it was a sign of weakness. But that is what makes us what we are, as normal humans. I bet the SMS had that drilled out of them when they were kids though.
Whatever happens, I'm going to be there for Logan until he finds his brothers and sisters.
LOGAN'S STORY
Boy, Max likes to over pack. There's nothing here funnily enough, a strange move by Manticore. Max looks like she's in a world of her own, I feel bad at bringing her into this...I was the one who forced her to hide me from the Manticore patrols, and now I was the one to get her knocked in the head by a Manticore flunky.
Max is a valuable resource to have, but I never get around to tell her that...something which I regret. I bet that she's having second thoughts about this trip. Dammit, even I am!
Cindy may of moved on, she may have been killed or been taken in...
I should shake off these ideas. Wherever she is, I'm going to find her, and together, we will take our family out of the prison that is Manticore. I'll show Dennis what the real world is like, explain to Zack that there is more of a life outside the confinement, show Jace that Sketch's word is not law, and finally give Brinn and Cindy the knowledge that they will not be punished if they're friends.
I'm their big brother; it's my duty to help them break out. This I promise to them...and myself.
Back on the road again things were looking better. Logan was in a good mood, feeling that by vowing that he will help his friends it makes the dream of freedom sound more realistic. Max's neck was easing up, but what she would give for a hot bath.
"Logan...can you reach back there and pass me that blue bag? I need an aspirin..."
Max lay back in her seat again and closed her eyes, expecting Logan to dump a bag on her lap. When he didn't, Max opened one eye to look at him.
"C'mon Logan, I am not in the mood for jokes"
He nodded his head toward a large building on the left, provoking a wide smile to appear on Max's face.
"Welcome to the bunker"
Logan pointed Max in the direction of the bathroom, and where the bath was. He had spent the first year of his free life in this small, slightly rundown room, part of an abandoned hotel. Everything was just where he left it, everything being a pillow and a couple of folded sheets on a bed. There was a couch and a small kitchen with no food in it.
He heard the water run, and a comment from Max that the hot water was still on. There was a splash, and Logan sat down. Then a blood-curdling scream echoed around the bathroom and a dripping wet Max came out, holding a towel to her body.
"There's...a huge...spider...in...there"
Logan started to laugh, but when he looked at Max a wave of pity came over him. He walked over to Max, her body now shaking from the cold. He gently pulled to towel up over her shoulders and held her.
"I'm sorry...I'm slowing you down..." she whispered to Logan, who sat her down on his lap and slowly massaged her neck.
"You're not...look Max, I owe you a lot. I know I never tell you, but I would probably be dead if I hadn't met you. You are important to me Maxy. Please understand that."
Max bent her head around slowly, and rested it against Logan's chest. He hugged her frail figure then shifted slightly so he was sitting next to her. She looked around to him and inched her face closer to his...but stopped just before their lips touched. Logan brushed his against hers, and then twisted his face away.
"You take the bed, I'll rest on the sofa," he said quietly. "I'm going to scout the area, and pick up anything I find useful...you'll be okay here for a while, right?"
Max nodded, and drifted up off the sofa. She pulled a sheet around her body and folded herself up. She felt stupid...and awkward.
Logan got up and walked out of the bunker. Max looked up as he went, and felt emptiness inside she couldn't explain...
I feel like someone's hitting my head with a stick, my temples are throbbing. I'm starting to think that this trip wasn't such a good idea.
Logan's going methodically through my stuff, but he's leaving the tightly sealed suitcases alone, they haven't been jacked open or anything. I'm just letting him do it while I sit and watch.
What if this Cindy woman isn't anywhere near Sandy Springs? No person being searched for by mysterious government officials would stay if they had been sighted. Although, Sandy Springs is a pretty large place, plenty of small outcroppings of houses and a big town centre. Logan is hopeful though, I guess that he wants to see some of the people he grew up with again, his 'family.'
Logan and I seem to be getting closer, something I don't mind. He just doesn't want to show emotion, like it was a sign of weakness. But that is what makes us what we are, as normal humans. I bet the SMS had that drilled out of them when they were kids though.
Whatever happens, I'm going to be there for Logan until he finds his brothers and sisters.
LOGAN'S STORY
Boy, Max likes to over pack. There's nothing here funnily enough, a strange move by Manticore. Max looks like she's in a world of her own, I feel bad at bringing her into this...I was the one who forced her to hide me from the Manticore patrols, and now I was the one to get her knocked in the head by a Manticore flunky.
Max is a valuable resource to have, but I never get around to tell her that...something which I regret. I bet that she's having second thoughts about this trip. Dammit, even I am!
Cindy may of moved on, she may have been killed or been taken in...
I should shake off these ideas. Wherever she is, I'm going to find her, and together, we will take our family out of the prison that is Manticore. I'll show Dennis what the real world is like, explain to Zack that there is more of a life outside the confinement, show Jace that Sketch's word is not law, and finally give Brinn and Cindy the knowledge that they will not be punished if they're friends.
I'm their big brother; it's my duty to help them break out. This I promise to them...and myself.
Back on the road again things were looking better. Logan was in a good mood, feeling that by vowing that he will help his friends it makes the dream of freedom sound more realistic. Max's neck was easing up, but what she would give for a hot bath.
"Logan...can you reach back there and pass me that blue bag? I need an aspirin..."
Max lay back in her seat again and closed her eyes, expecting Logan to dump a bag on her lap. When he didn't, Max opened one eye to look at him.
"C'mon Logan, I am not in the mood for jokes"
He nodded his head toward a large building on the left, provoking a wide smile to appear on Max's face.
"Welcome to the bunker"
Logan pointed Max in the direction of the bathroom, and where the bath was. He had spent the first year of his free life in this small, slightly rundown room, part of an abandoned hotel. Everything was just where he left it, everything being a pillow and a couple of folded sheets on a bed. There was a couch and a small kitchen with no food in it.
He heard the water run, and a comment from Max that the hot water was still on. There was a splash, and Logan sat down. Then a blood-curdling scream echoed around the bathroom and a dripping wet Max came out, holding a towel to her body.
"There's...a huge...spider...in...there"
Logan started to laugh, but when he looked at Max a wave of pity came over him. He walked over to Max, her body now shaking from the cold. He gently pulled to towel up over her shoulders and held her.
"I'm sorry...I'm slowing you down..." she whispered to Logan, who sat her down on his lap and slowly massaged her neck.
"You're not...look Max, I owe you a lot. I know I never tell you, but I would probably be dead if I hadn't met you. You are important to me Maxy. Please understand that."
Max bent her head around slowly, and rested it against Logan's chest. He hugged her frail figure then shifted slightly so he was sitting next to her. She looked around to him and inched her face closer to his...but stopped just before their lips touched. Logan brushed his against hers, and then twisted his face away.
"You take the bed, I'll rest on the sofa," he said quietly. "I'm going to scout the area, and pick up anything I find useful...you'll be okay here for a while, right?"
Max nodded, and drifted up off the sofa. She pulled a sheet around her body and folded herself up. She felt stupid...and awkward.
Logan got up and walked out of the bunker. Max looked up as he went, and felt emptiness inside she couldn't explain...