Summary: Max POV Short
A/N: Don't ask. I was totally whacked out and watching some girl make a smoothie at Late-Nite café. . . . Anywho, this was a short I wrote a while ago.
It hit me the other night as I was making a smoothie. My life is like a bunch of random things, thrown into a giant blender, then shredded and processed until it becomes an indistinguishable gray sludge.
Seriously.
Some one must have gotten up one morning and decided to make the nastiest milkshake ever. One part chimera, one part anti-Christ, some sprinklings of normalcy, and two bananas.
Or maybe I like putting things in blenders and watching them spin into oblivion. What was that song about the guy who wanted to put his heart in a blender? Well, that's me. Except there's no beautiful oblivion. I thought Logan could provide that, but since we've been separated, there's just this sharp pain and a vague feeling of turmoil.
Still, grinding things into mush has its merits. Especially when you can put a face on it. Like this banana. Its name is Zack. I stuff it in to the mix, put the top on and with on touch of my finger, whoosh! The handy-dandy "mix" feature takes care of said banana. Bye-Bye Zackie . . .
Take this orange. I think I'll name it Alec. Another press of the button, and no more Alec-the-Orange. If only it worked out that way in real life. All you'd have to do is reduce men to produce, and blam! Now, all we have to do is find the right fruit for Logan . . . hmm . . . if Logan were a fruit, what would he be?
Something sweet, definitely, but with a little bit of tartness. Something nutritious. Looks good in a nice pair of glasses. Something that can hurt you or bring you lots of happiness. Hmm . . . I know, a nice big grapefruit.
In you go, Logan. Join Zack and Alec in this mess I'm gonna call my life. All we need is some ice. After all, Manticore has to be in there somewhere, and what better to represent it than ice? It puts the chill on everything.
So, three parts fruit, one part ice. Blend. Serves one.
