So this is chapter two, hope you like it :)
Authors Note: I suck at grammer, blame the school system
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"I can't believe it, " I say, Logan sitting across from me at his
dinning room table. "I never got to meet up with Max or Tinga again, I mean,
they were my sister and I know nothing about them" I say I laugh slightly
as tears start a small trickle down my cheek.
"You want a drink?" Logan asks, sensing my need to drown sorrows. Someone
once told me sorrows float. I punched their lights out.
"Yes, please" I answer as Logan walks to the kitchen to get something.
He returns with a bottle of whiskey and two tumblers. He pours some of
the liquid in each tumbler and hands me one.
"To Max" he raises's his glass.
"To Max, and Tinga" I echo and add and clink glasses with him. I take the drink as a shot,
Logan drinks his slowly. "Logan, what was Max like? What were some of her
favorite things? Can you tell me?" Logan thought for a second.
"She liked cherries. She always smelt of them. She liked sitting on top of
the space needle to think. She liked beating me at chess. She did that a
lot. She loved her motorcycle, her baby." I chuckle lightly.
"What kind of bike did she have?" I ask, expecting only one answer.
"A Ninja 650, Black like her mood as she so eloquently told me she put it
once" Logan replied.
"I knew it," I say." The first time I saw a Ninja in action, my first
thought was "Max would love this bike"".
"She did love that bike. She let me drive it once. After that I knew why
she loved it, it's an adrenalin rush, it's an amazing feeling" Logan smiles
at the memory.
"So what were you and Max? If you don't mind me asking." I ask and Logan thinks,
with a quizzical look on his face.
"I guess we were on the verge of Boyfriend/Girlfriend," He answers.
"How did you meet?" I ask, wanting to know more.
"She broke into my apartment the same way you did, through the skylight. She
crashed out the window as an exit though."
"How'd you find out she was from Manticore?"
"She jumped out my window and landed safely below, I was intrigued. I had found
out about Manticore some time before that but I thought it was an urban legend.
Then I tracked her down, saw her barcode" I touch the back of my neck
subconsciously "And asked for her help with an Eye's only witness. She
said no. I ended up getting shot and ending up in a wheelchair. Max decided
to come back and help me"
"How did you get out of the chair?" I ask.
"Little help from an eccentric friend" Logan answer's mysteriously.
"How long did you know Max?"
"A year, and about three days. The best damn year and three days in my life."
Logan's eyes start to mist up.
"Did..." Logan cuts me off.
"How about I ask you some questions now?"
Authors Note: I suck at grammer, blame the school system
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"I can't believe it, " I say, Logan sitting across from me at his
dinning room table. "I never got to meet up with Max or Tinga again, I mean,
they were my sister and I know nothing about them" I say I laugh slightly
as tears start a small trickle down my cheek.
"You want a drink?" Logan asks, sensing my need to drown sorrows. Someone
once told me sorrows float. I punched their lights out.
"Yes, please" I answer as Logan walks to the kitchen to get something.
He returns with a bottle of whiskey and two tumblers. He pours some of
the liquid in each tumbler and hands me one.
"To Max" he raises's his glass.
"To Max, and Tinga" I echo and add and clink glasses with him. I take the drink as a shot,
Logan drinks his slowly. "Logan, what was Max like? What were some of her
favorite things? Can you tell me?" Logan thought for a second.
"She liked cherries. She always smelt of them. She liked sitting on top of
the space needle to think. She liked beating me at chess. She did that a
lot. She loved her motorcycle, her baby." I chuckle lightly.
"What kind of bike did she have?" I ask, expecting only one answer.
"A Ninja 650, Black like her mood as she so eloquently told me she put it
once" Logan replied.
"I knew it," I say." The first time I saw a Ninja in action, my first
thought was "Max would love this bike"".
"She did love that bike. She let me drive it once. After that I knew why
she loved it, it's an adrenalin rush, it's an amazing feeling" Logan smiles
at the memory.
"So what were you and Max? If you don't mind me asking." I ask and Logan thinks,
with a quizzical look on his face.
"I guess we were on the verge of Boyfriend/Girlfriend," He answers.
"How did you meet?" I ask, wanting to know more.
"She broke into my apartment the same way you did, through the skylight. She
crashed out the window as an exit though."
"How'd you find out she was from Manticore?"
"She jumped out my window and landed safely below, I was intrigued. I had found
out about Manticore some time before that but I thought it was an urban legend.
Then I tracked her down, saw her barcode" I touch the back of my neck
subconsciously "And asked for her help with an Eye's only witness. She
said no. I ended up getting shot and ending up in a wheelchair. Max decided
to come back and help me"
"How did you get out of the chair?" I ask.
"Little help from an eccentric friend" Logan answer's mysteriously.
"How long did you know Max?"
"A year, and about three days. The best damn year and three days in my life."
Logan's eyes start to mist up.
"Did..." Logan cuts me off.
"How about I ask you some questions now?"