Hawke 09
By: Persia
Wow, never though I'd get this far!
Anyways, onward.
Back at Leo's apartment:
Leo continued to struggle for control over Hawke's body. She was still thrashing
and trying to get away from him, but he refused to let go.
"Hawke! Listen to me! I'm not going to hurt you!" he tried that, but it didn't
work. Finally he became frustrated, and pinned her to the bed, with her big
brown eyes staring terrified up at him.
"Please calm down. Do you want something to drink, eat…" but he trailed off, for
a look of recognition and heat was in her eyes, and he didn't even want to try to
predict what was going on in her mind. She tried to push herself up towards him,
but he rolled off of her, and dashed out the door and slammed it behind him.
"She's even worse than the others! What the hell am I gonna do, what the hell
am I gonna do, I'm not gonna be able to make it, and then Max is gonna kill me,
and then hang me out for Renfro to look at and laugh…" "Oh stop those
disturbing thoughts, she even says you have iron control, so just SNAP OUT OF
IT!" "I'm good, I'm good, I'm cool, just gonna take a shower and then go to bed,
but she's in my bed so I'll sleep on the couch, but I don't really feel like sleeping,
and this is getting me NOWHERE!" "I am ok, I am ok, no I'm not." And he sat
down again at the counter, and continued to drink his Misery in slow sips, trying
to draw out the process as much as possible.
"See, you're okay, you just need to relax." But at that very moment…
(AN did you really think I'd be that mean?)
Hawke had begun to pound on the door, in an attempt to get at him.
"Aw, crap!" he muttered, and braced himself for one hell of a fight.
Hawke burst out about three seconds later, and launched herself at him, though
he ducked. She hit the counter and knocked him to the ground at the same time,
and found herself being covered up by him again. God she liked that. "He's
finally cooperating," her brain thought happily, but at that very moment, she was
chained the stool that Leo had been sitting on seven seconds ago.
"Damn." She muttered.
"Would you please snap out of it?" Leo asked in a frustrated tone. He didn't
know how much longer he could last with her so close. "About five seconds." He
answered himself aloud, much to Hawke's confusion.
"Five seconds until what?" her curiosity took over.
"Five seconds until I'll really regret ever waking up this morning." And he kissed
her gently, though all his body could do was scream for more. It was her first
kiss, but that didn't register to her. It didn't matter, as long as everything else
just kept going. He unfastened her handcuffs, fumbling momentarily with the
key.
Suddenly Leo returned to reality, his head spinning from that sweet yet toxic
kiss. "Hell no." and crushed her to the floor to redo her handcuffs.
She made an unsatisfied hmmph, and kneed him in the stomach for all of
her troubles.
"What was that for?"
Back at Logan's place, the next morning.
RING!!!
"Shut up!" Max yelled as the phone rang again. Why didn't the stupid message
machine pick up.
"Hello, this is your daughter's, if you can call her that, caretaker," said the same
voice from the night before, "She's proven to be quite my match, and I'm giving
you the option of taking her back to your house to prevent any, err, mishaps.
Please call me back, because this is a traceable call, I'm not going to bother
telling you my phone number or address."
"LOGAN!" Max yelled frantically. "Logan, trace that call right NOW!"
"Huh?" Logan answered groggily from the other side of the bed. "What call,
who…"
"Just do it, and we'll talk later." She answered, her maternal side switching in.
She didn't want her baby to do anything stupid. She knew how that kind of guilt
felt, and she knew that no matter how hard you try, you can't erase the
memories from your mind.
Logan got up, and went into the livingroom of their penthouse, and hooked the
phone into his computer, muttering something about how everything should just
be an ASB connection. He then sat down at his desk and Max came in and
looked over his shoulder as he began the tracing process.
"Found it! 1243 South Market, do you want--?" but Max was already out the
door, and rushing down the steps to get to her motorcycle. She shoved the key
into the ignition, and sped out of the Foggle Towers parking lot.
By: Persia
Wow, never though I'd get this far!
Anyways, onward.
Back at Leo's apartment:
Leo continued to struggle for control over Hawke's body. She was still thrashing
and trying to get away from him, but he refused to let go.
"Hawke! Listen to me! I'm not going to hurt you!" he tried that, but it didn't
work. Finally he became frustrated, and pinned her to the bed, with her big
brown eyes staring terrified up at him.
"Please calm down. Do you want something to drink, eat…" but he trailed off, for
a look of recognition and heat was in her eyes, and he didn't even want to try to
predict what was going on in her mind. She tried to push herself up towards him,
but he rolled off of her, and dashed out the door and slammed it behind him.
"She's even worse than the others! What the hell am I gonna do, what the hell
am I gonna do, I'm not gonna be able to make it, and then Max is gonna kill me,
and then hang me out for Renfro to look at and laugh…" "Oh stop those
disturbing thoughts, she even says you have iron control, so just SNAP OUT OF
IT!" "I'm good, I'm good, I'm cool, just gonna take a shower and then go to bed,
but she's in my bed so I'll sleep on the couch, but I don't really feel like sleeping,
and this is getting me NOWHERE!" "I am ok, I am ok, no I'm not." And he sat
down again at the counter, and continued to drink his Misery in slow sips, trying
to draw out the process as much as possible.
"See, you're okay, you just need to relax." But at that very moment…
(AN did you really think I'd be that mean?)
Hawke had begun to pound on the door, in an attempt to get at him.
"Aw, crap!" he muttered, and braced himself for one hell of a fight.
Hawke burst out about three seconds later, and launched herself at him, though
he ducked. She hit the counter and knocked him to the ground at the same time,
and found herself being covered up by him again. God she liked that. "He's
finally cooperating," her brain thought happily, but at that very moment, she was
chained the stool that Leo had been sitting on seven seconds ago.
"Damn." She muttered.
"Would you please snap out of it?" Leo asked in a frustrated tone. He didn't
know how much longer he could last with her so close. "About five seconds." He
answered himself aloud, much to Hawke's confusion.
"Five seconds until what?" her curiosity took over.
"Five seconds until I'll really regret ever waking up this morning." And he kissed
her gently, though all his body could do was scream for more. It was her first
kiss, but that didn't register to her. It didn't matter, as long as everything else
just kept going. He unfastened her handcuffs, fumbling momentarily with the
key.
Suddenly Leo returned to reality, his head spinning from that sweet yet toxic
kiss. "Hell no." and crushed her to the floor to redo her handcuffs.
She made an unsatisfied hmmph, and kneed him in the stomach for all of
her troubles.
"What was that for?"
Back at Logan's place, the next morning.
RING!!!
"Shut up!" Max yelled as the phone rang again. Why didn't the stupid message
machine pick up.
"Hello, this is your daughter's, if you can call her that, caretaker," said the same
voice from the night before, "She's proven to be quite my match, and I'm giving
you the option of taking her back to your house to prevent any, err, mishaps.
Please call me back, because this is a traceable call, I'm not going to bother
telling you my phone number or address."
"LOGAN!" Max yelled frantically. "Logan, trace that call right NOW!"
"Huh?" Logan answered groggily from the other side of the bed. "What call,
who…"
"Just do it, and we'll talk later." She answered, her maternal side switching in.
She didn't want her baby to do anything stupid. She knew how that kind of guilt
felt, and she knew that no matter how hard you try, you can't erase the
memories from your mind.
Logan got up, and went into the livingroom of their penthouse, and hooked the
phone into his computer, muttering something about how everything should just
be an ASB connection. He then sat down at his desk and Max came in and
looked over his shoulder as he began the tracing process.
"Found it! 1243 South Market, do you want--?" but Max was already out the
door, and rushing down the steps to get to her motorcycle. She shoved the key
into the ignition, and sped out of the Foggle Towers parking lot.