A/N: Thanks for the reviews.you people make me feel all warm and fuzzy
inside.
**
A dark figure sat quietly in the shadows of the party. Its watched as the transgenics partied the night away, each of them unafraid of showing their barcode. Barcode.. the figure thought in disgust. It looked upwards at the night sky - 11.55p.m
5 minutes to activation.
The crowd laughed as one particularly brave X6 jumps on a table to dance, and starts showing off his moves.
3 minutes to activation.
The figure's eyes traveled to its companion, perched on the roof, also watching the crowd.
1 minute to activation.
A black gloved hand traveled slowly to a grenade in the other hand. The pin was slowly removed..
10 seconds to activation.
The grenade was thrown into the crowd, some distance to where the Sketchy, Logan and OC were sitting. A second figure on a roof did the same.
The grenades exploded.
Activated.
** 10 minutes earlier **
"Dix, I need your help!" Max called into the darkness.
Dix walked as over to her, happy he could help.
"Yup?"
"I need you to look for something for me. Is there any sewer plans around here?" She asked.
Dix nodded and he turned to a small stack of papers on the desk next to him. He rummaged through them, until he found two that were slightly larger than the rest. He gave them to Max, who took them and sat down. She spread the two sheets in front of her, looked for a minute, then shook her head.
"Sewer levels three to five," Dix added.
"I need something closer to the surface. Levels one or two."
"Why? If your looking for a way out, level eight is the only way to go. Only ones that go outside city limits."
"Level two is the most toxicity that non-transgenics can stand. After that, there's not even enough air"
Dix nodded understandingly. "I may have one or two sewer lines that go a distance and are on level two, but you have gotta give me some time to find the plans."
"We haven't got time. It's going to get too dangerous for them if they don't leave soon."
Dix nodded again, and jumped down a couple of steps as he followed Max to the storeroom, where tons of paper and files were held. She opened the door and got right to work, sorting out files and tossing the useless ones to the floor, pausing to take a proper look if the file advertised anything interesting.
"Max - why don't you go to the party and have a good time? I can finish up here."
A new voice cut in. "Hey, Max" Alec said, inviting himself into the room.
"Go away, Alec, I'm trying to sort through this stuff."
"Hello to you too," Alec muttered. Max was always greeting him like this. It was nothing new. He might have wished she thought a little bit more of him though. The last words Clarissa had said to him played back in his mind. 'Traitor.' Was that why Max still didn't trust him all the time? Was it just because of Ben?
BOOM! (A/N; Sound of grenades exploding. BOOM?! BOOM?! OH, well, you get the idea, right?)
Sounds of glass shattering and people screaming snapped Alec out of thoughts. Without a second thought, he ran out after Max to see what had happened.
He leaped out of the door and onto the street where the party was being held. Had been held. Bits of glass and concrete littered the street. Two large holes in two different buildings showed where the grenades had gone off. Transgenics lying on the ground, groaning in pain and feeling what was left of limbs and body parts, while some lay, motionless. Alec surveyed the damage in shock. He could barely move.
Max, however, was running around, helping whoever needed it, ordering the transgenics that had been unhurt to help the ones who hadn't been so lucky. Alec watched in shock as she lifted an X8 onto her shoulders.
Alec's eyes met a familiar pair of eyes. Clarissa. She was lying on the floor, groaning her agony as blood dripped from a wound in her stomach, face, left arm and left leg. His eyes widened, and he rushed over to her.
"Clarissa! Are you okay?" Alec cried, picking her up and holding her close.
Clarissa said nothing, only coughed up blood, which stained his white t- shirt. He stroked her hair lightly, and tensed as he picked her up. She sank into his arms, as he ran to the hospital building, which was already overflowing with hurt transgenics. He pushed his way through the crowd, still holding an increasingly pale and bloodied Clarissa.
"Help! You!" Alec shouted, addressing the medical transgenic nearest him. The transgenic took one look at Alec, one look at Clarissa, and hurried both of them upstairs and into an empty room.
A single lonely table stood in the middle, and Alec lay Clarissa gently onto it. She gave a cough, and the blood that came out of her lungs and throat dripped off the table and started a puddle on the floor. The medical transgenic, who introduced himself quickly as 'Kep' checked her over, checking her pulse, monitoring her heart rate.and hooked her up to a bunch of helpful machines.
"We're gonna need a blood donor. You're willing, right?" Kep asked.
Alec nodded and rolled up his sleeve, happily accepting the needle that slid slowly under his skin and into his vein. He watched as Kep connected the tube with Alec's blood into Clarissa. The blood flowed steadily into her.
Kep continued with his work, stitching up wound here and there, adding ointment where possible, at a speed that only a medically trained transgenic could manage. No matter what he did, though, it seemed that the blood that flowed from Clarissa's throat could not be stopped.
The puddle grew quickly.
Kep shook his head in frustration.....it didn't really look all too good for Clarissa.
**
Max stood around, looking in the crowds for Cindy, Sketchy and Logan. She hadn't seen them at all. In all the confusion, she figured she might have just missed them in the crowds, but now that they had thinned, she still couldn't see her three friends. She ran to the hospital building, trying to ignore the scary thoughts that ran through her mind. Could Logan be hurt? Or worse?
"Help! Have you seen Logan?" She asked, finding the medical transgenic that had treated Logan though all his seizures just a few days ago.
"No. Wait. Let me check." The medic picked up the nearest phone and spoke into the main intercom.
"Could the doctors please do a check - anyone with the names Logan, Sketchy or Cindy, please acknowledge and report back to front desk." He waited a few minutes as the medics bustled around, but none of them had seen a Logan, Cindy or Sketchy.
"Max! MAX!" A voice screeched from outside. Max watched as Zero ran into the building, frantic and panicking. She ran over to him.
"Hey! Hey!" She said, grabbing him by the shoulders. He stopped for a second, calmed by the warm, comforting hand she laid on him. He thrust a small piece of paper in her face, which had survived the Blast.
' Max,
The ordinaries are perfectly safe with me. Got out of the transgenic filth, didn't they? Turn yourself in to me and they go free. If not, I will burn them alive, one by one.
2986-59738
'
Max stared down at the letter for a minute, too shocked to speak. Then the shock melted into anger as all of the events sank in.
Most of all...
Her three best friends were gone.
**
Alec sat quietly, wishing that his blood would flow faster and make up for all the blood that still leaked steadily from between Clarissa's lips. The flow had slowed, but slow and steady was worse.
He watched Clarissa's eyes, wide open, stared off into some other universe. He moved closer to brush a little hair off her face.
"Clarissa," he whispered, "Fight this. Do it for me."
Another stream of blood trickled from her lips across her face. Alec wiped it away gently with his finger, pausing as he looked at his finger, now bloodied. Clarissa's blood. He wiped it onto his now-red shirt. A tear rolled down Alec's face as he thought of his first thoughts when he noticed Clarissa. He looked at her now, and knew that he could never do that to her, not after she'd opened up to him, and told him the story of her loss, which Alec could never bring to tell anyone else. He gave a smile and lay his forehead gently on Clarissa's.
**
Clarissa lay on the table, a prisoner of her own mind. She had tried repeatedly to call out in pain.a groan. . . anything, but it was useless. Her lips wouldn't move, but her tongue could taste the salty metallic taste of blood. She tried to open her eyes, but they wouldn't even flicker.
"Clarissa," A voice whispered. A faraway voice, which echoed. Who was calling her? Her tried to think who that voice belonged, to.it was someone familiar.someone she'd head whisper to her before... but she couldn't think of anyone. The voice remained a mystery, but here it was again.
"Fight this." Fight what? How could she fight? She couldn't even move. She tried once again to twitch her toes, or open her eyes to see her cared about her enough to stay with her. Nothing.
"Do it for me," That voice again. Do what? For who? Who was talking to her? She felt a slight pressure on her forehead, and a small drop of warm water fall onto her face. A tear, she told herself. With every ounce of strength, she managed to move her hand slightly. Success!
**
Alec gasped in shock as he saw Clarissa's hand move, ever so slightly. He moved around to her hand and held it within his own two. He gave it a squeeze. A smile crossed his face as the pressure was returned, lightly, almost nonexistent, but it was there.
"Kep!" Alec called,
Kep came running. By the sound of Alec's voice, He's assumed that there was something going terribly wrong. Relief washed over him as he saw Alec smiling.
"Look," Alec whispered. He put Kep's hand into Clarissa's. Kep, on instinct, gave it a squeeze. Again, a small squeeze was returned.
Kep smiled happily. This was the comeback he had been hoping for. He turned to Alec.
"We, my friend, have set Clarissa on the road to recovery. If she stays at the same pace of healing, she should wake up in a few hours." He said.
Alec grinned his relief, and turned back to Clarissa. He would make sure that he was there when she woke up.
**
Max picked up her phone and dialed the number that the sheet of paper had given her.
{White here. } The other line answered.
"White, you bastard -" Max started.
{No need for the language, 452. They are perfectly safe. We just need you to meet us at the entrance of your stinking city, tomorrow noon and turn yourself in. Then they will be free. Come alone. You bring anybody, and we will let you witness their deaths by fire. Understood?}
"Fine," Max said, and slammed the phone down. She went to go find Alec. She needed him for the backup, just in case, because she was not turning herself in without a fight. . . . . . .
A/N: A long, story, as promised. Post part two of this chapter tomorrow. Forget the 3 days rule. Review!
LatinChik: Thanx for the idea. Never thought of that.I will definitely use your idea...but I'm not telling when.
**
A dark figure sat quietly in the shadows of the party. Its watched as the transgenics partied the night away, each of them unafraid of showing their barcode. Barcode.. the figure thought in disgust. It looked upwards at the night sky - 11.55p.m
5 minutes to activation.
The crowd laughed as one particularly brave X6 jumps on a table to dance, and starts showing off his moves.
3 minutes to activation.
The figure's eyes traveled to its companion, perched on the roof, also watching the crowd.
1 minute to activation.
A black gloved hand traveled slowly to a grenade in the other hand. The pin was slowly removed..
10 seconds to activation.
The grenade was thrown into the crowd, some distance to where the Sketchy, Logan and OC were sitting. A second figure on a roof did the same.
The grenades exploded.
Activated.
** 10 minutes earlier **
"Dix, I need your help!" Max called into the darkness.
Dix walked as over to her, happy he could help.
"Yup?"
"I need you to look for something for me. Is there any sewer plans around here?" She asked.
Dix nodded and he turned to a small stack of papers on the desk next to him. He rummaged through them, until he found two that were slightly larger than the rest. He gave them to Max, who took them and sat down. She spread the two sheets in front of her, looked for a minute, then shook her head.
"Sewer levels three to five," Dix added.
"I need something closer to the surface. Levels one or two."
"Why? If your looking for a way out, level eight is the only way to go. Only ones that go outside city limits."
"Level two is the most toxicity that non-transgenics can stand. After that, there's not even enough air"
Dix nodded understandingly. "I may have one or two sewer lines that go a distance and are on level two, but you have gotta give me some time to find the plans."
"We haven't got time. It's going to get too dangerous for them if they don't leave soon."
Dix nodded again, and jumped down a couple of steps as he followed Max to the storeroom, where tons of paper and files were held. She opened the door and got right to work, sorting out files and tossing the useless ones to the floor, pausing to take a proper look if the file advertised anything interesting.
"Max - why don't you go to the party and have a good time? I can finish up here."
A new voice cut in. "Hey, Max" Alec said, inviting himself into the room.
"Go away, Alec, I'm trying to sort through this stuff."
"Hello to you too," Alec muttered. Max was always greeting him like this. It was nothing new. He might have wished she thought a little bit more of him though. The last words Clarissa had said to him played back in his mind. 'Traitor.' Was that why Max still didn't trust him all the time? Was it just because of Ben?
BOOM! (A/N; Sound of grenades exploding. BOOM?! BOOM?! OH, well, you get the idea, right?)
Sounds of glass shattering and people screaming snapped Alec out of thoughts. Without a second thought, he ran out after Max to see what had happened.
He leaped out of the door and onto the street where the party was being held. Had been held. Bits of glass and concrete littered the street. Two large holes in two different buildings showed where the grenades had gone off. Transgenics lying on the ground, groaning in pain and feeling what was left of limbs and body parts, while some lay, motionless. Alec surveyed the damage in shock. He could barely move.
Max, however, was running around, helping whoever needed it, ordering the transgenics that had been unhurt to help the ones who hadn't been so lucky. Alec watched in shock as she lifted an X8 onto her shoulders.
Alec's eyes met a familiar pair of eyes. Clarissa. She was lying on the floor, groaning her agony as blood dripped from a wound in her stomach, face, left arm and left leg. His eyes widened, and he rushed over to her.
"Clarissa! Are you okay?" Alec cried, picking her up and holding her close.
Clarissa said nothing, only coughed up blood, which stained his white t- shirt. He stroked her hair lightly, and tensed as he picked her up. She sank into his arms, as he ran to the hospital building, which was already overflowing with hurt transgenics. He pushed his way through the crowd, still holding an increasingly pale and bloodied Clarissa.
"Help! You!" Alec shouted, addressing the medical transgenic nearest him. The transgenic took one look at Alec, one look at Clarissa, and hurried both of them upstairs and into an empty room.
A single lonely table stood in the middle, and Alec lay Clarissa gently onto it. She gave a cough, and the blood that came out of her lungs and throat dripped off the table and started a puddle on the floor. The medical transgenic, who introduced himself quickly as 'Kep' checked her over, checking her pulse, monitoring her heart rate.and hooked her up to a bunch of helpful machines.
"We're gonna need a blood donor. You're willing, right?" Kep asked.
Alec nodded and rolled up his sleeve, happily accepting the needle that slid slowly under his skin and into his vein. He watched as Kep connected the tube with Alec's blood into Clarissa. The blood flowed steadily into her.
Kep continued with his work, stitching up wound here and there, adding ointment where possible, at a speed that only a medically trained transgenic could manage. No matter what he did, though, it seemed that the blood that flowed from Clarissa's throat could not be stopped.
The puddle grew quickly.
Kep shook his head in frustration.....it didn't really look all too good for Clarissa.
**
Max stood around, looking in the crowds for Cindy, Sketchy and Logan. She hadn't seen them at all. In all the confusion, she figured she might have just missed them in the crowds, but now that they had thinned, she still couldn't see her three friends. She ran to the hospital building, trying to ignore the scary thoughts that ran through her mind. Could Logan be hurt? Or worse?
"Help! Have you seen Logan?" She asked, finding the medical transgenic that had treated Logan though all his seizures just a few days ago.
"No. Wait. Let me check." The medic picked up the nearest phone and spoke into the main intercom.
"Could the doctors please do a check - anyone with the names Logan, Sketchy or Cindy, please acknowledge and report back to front desk." He waited a few minutes as the medics bustled around, but none of them had seen a Logan, Cindy or Sketchy.
"Max! MAX!" A voice screeched from outside. Max watched as Zero ran into the building, frantic and panicking. She ran over to him.
"Hey! Hey!" She said, grabbing him by the shoulders. He stopped for a second, calmed by the warm, comforting hand she laid on him. He thrust a small piece of paper in her face, which had survived the Blast.
' Max,
The ordinaries are perfectly safe with me. Got out of the transgenic filth, didn't they? Turn yourself in to me and they go free. If not, I will burn them alive, one by one.
2986-59738
'
Max stared down at the letter for a minute, too shocked to speak. Then the shock melted into anger as all of the events sank in.
Most of all...
Her three best friends were gone.
**
Alec sat quietly, wishing that his blood would flow faster and make up for all the blood that still leaked steadily from between Clarissa's lips. The flow had slowed, but slow and steady was worse.
He watched Clarissa's eyes, wide open, stared off into some other universe. He moved closer to brush a little hair off her face.
"Clarissa," he whispered, "Fight this. Do it for me."
Another stream of blood trickled from her lips across her face. Alec wiped it away gently with his finger, pausing as he looked at his finger, now bloodied. Clarissa's blood. He wiped it onto his now-red shirt. A tear rolled down Alec's face as he thought of his first thoughts when he noticed Clarissa. He looked at her now, and knew that he could never do that to her, not after she'd opened up to him, and told him the story of her loss, which Alec could never bring to tell anyone else. He gave a smile and lay his forehead gently on Clarissa's.
**
Clarissa lay on the table, a prisoner of her own mind. She had tried repeatedly to call out in pain.a groan. . . anything, but it was useless. Her lips wouldn't move, but her tongue could taste the salty metallic taste of blood. She tried to open her eyes, but they wouldn't even flicker.
"Clarissa," A voice whispered. A faraway voice, which echoed. Who was calling her? Her tried to think who that voice belonged, to.it was someone familiar.someone she'd head whisper to her before... but she couldn't think of anyone. The voice remained a mystery, but here it was again.
"Fight this." Fight what? How could she fight? She couldn't even move. She tried once again to twitch her toes, or open her eyes to see her cared about her enough to stay with her. Nothing.
"Do it for me," That voice again. Do what? For who? Who was talking to her? She felt a slight pressure on her forehead, and a small drop of warm water fall onto her face. A tear, she told herself. With every ounce of strength, she managed to move her hand slightly. Success!
**
Alec gasped in shock as he saw Clarissa's hand move, ever so slightly. He moved around to her hand and held it within his own two. He gave it a squeeze. A smile crossed his face as the pressure was returned, lightly, almost nonexistent, but it was there.
"Kep!" Alec called,
Kep came running. By the sound of Alec's voice, He's assumed that there was something going terribly wrong. Relief washed over him as he saw Alec smiling.
"Look," Alec whispered. He put Kep's hand into Clarissa's. Kep, on instinct, gave it a squeeze. Again, a small squeeze was returned.
Kep smiled happily. This was the comeback he had been hoping for. He turned to Alec.
"We, my friend, have set Clarissa on the road to recovery. If she stays at the same pace of healing, she should wake up in a few hours." He said.
Alec grinned his relief, and turned back to Clarissa. He would make sure that he was there when she woke up.
**
Max picked up her phone and dialed the number that the sheet of paper had given her.
{White here. } The other line answered.
"White, you bastard -" Max started.
{No need for the language, 452. They are perfectly safe. We just need you to meet us at the entrance of your stinking city, tomorrow noon and turn yourself in. Then they will be free. Come alone. You bring anybody, and we will let you witness their deaths by fire. Understood?}
"Fine," Max said, and slammed the phone down. She went to go find Alec. She needed him for the backup, just in case, because she was not turning herself in without a fight. . . . . . .
A/N: A long, story, as promised. Post part two of this chapter tomorrow. Forget the 3 days rule. Review!
LatinChik: Thanx for the idea. Never thought of that.I will definitely use your idea...but I'm not telling when.
