WELL! after a VERY VERY long hiatus I've updated! I'm praying that you all haven't forgotten about slow updatin syd over here! PLEASE review... Im not shure if any one will actually read this because it's been so long. But, if you ARE reading... and you DO want more... than could you *please* review? thanks a bil!!!!!

So many years, so many days of loneliness, so many times I've turned looking for her voice. We were all so young when we left Manticore but we had made bonds that even the world's distance couldn't break. Max and I, we were always closest. We were so different, but always the same. Her brown hair with my blonde, her fiery brown eyes with my solemn blue. Yes, we were MaxandJondy, one person, always together. But as the alarms blared at Manticore we were ripped apart for what seems like forever.

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The Golden gate bridge, it's no beauty but as I look at is my heart seems to break. This is what I will have to call my new home, San Francisco. Just like the needle, it was once a majestic wonder, but now, post-pulse it's been degraded to a rusty, rickety, memory of the past.

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I woke up that morning to find the apartment eerily silent. I looked around and almost immediately I knew what was wrong. Max was gone. May god protect her.

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I waited by the phone faithfully all night. Yes, that's what i did, being the puppy I am. Now, it's morning and I know she won't be calling. I'm resigned to it. Where did we go wrong? Is this simply the end? No goodbye, no hello, no more.

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"Sir."

They all report to me in such an orderly fashion. I've hired several men, trained in numerous things, call them my substitute soldiers. They haven't proved their use yet, but I can't very well find the X-5's myself. But it's not the same as if i had real soldiers, my soldiers. These men don't understand why I need her, why i need them.

They were all my children but now they're lost. I know they're not afraid and I know they aren't alone. But I am.

"We've located 452, sir. She's making contact with another of the X series."

My children, Max the most special of all. I remember the Nine-year olds I taught and looked at me with such faith and obedience. X5-210, Jondy they called her. She was only a mere shadow of 452, they all were. None, ever could compare to her grace, her beauty, her fire. But 452 looked at 210 with a look in her eyes, it could have been love, but they knew no such thing. Maybe it was need.

"Two have been found in San Francisco. It looks like 452 and 210, sir! No, they have not been captured, sir. They are under close surveillance, sir!"

Yes, it was immoral. Yes, it was twisted. But yes, I loved them.

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