A/N: I know I said tomorrow, and I'm sorry. It was HK international day,
so the family insisted I went with them to the local theme park.
Second part of Bloodied and Broken: Enjoy!
**
Max had looked around for Alec for roughly ten minutes before she decided against his involvement in the whole plan. She figured that he probably wouldn't allow her to turn herself in. That, she told herself, was not happening. She turned around to go back to her apartment, to enjoy the last few hours of freedom alone.
She'd walked down two streets and was nearing her home when Zero appeared in front of her.
"You're going, aren't you?" He asked, concerned.
"Yes, I have to get my friends back. They are as much family to me as anyone else here."
Zero stepped forward to give her a hug. She grudgingly accepted, and leant forward into his embrace. She wasn't happy, though, when Zero hands began to slip under shirt and she felt his hands on her bare skin.
"HEY!" She shouted, pushing him away. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Oh...uh...nothing." Zero stammered, backing away slowly. He'd done what he'd needed to do. He disappeared behind a building, leaving Max confused and annoyed.
** 2 hours until meeting **
Alec sat next to Clarissa, studying her in the same way he had been for the past three hours, looking at her, looking through her, not really noticing the time, or anything else for that matter. He blinked and woke up again as Kep shook him lightly on the shoulder.
"Alec," Kep said. "Go home, and get some rest."
"No," came the stubborn reply. "I'm staying right here."
Kep shrugged. He had just finished with his shift, he was tired and hungry, and in no mood to argue. He left the room quietly, leaving Alec alone once more. With no more distractions, Alec turned back to study Clarissa. He lightly fingered through the dark blonde hair that framed her face. Why did he care so much about her? If it was any other girl, he probably would have cared enough to put her in a hospital bed, and visit sometime later to make sure she was alright, but never like this. He would never stay by her side for 4 hours as he watched her struggle back to life.
He examined her face, his eyes going over every aspect of her features, from her full pink lips, to perfectly shaped eyebrows. His attention turned back to her lips...which looked so soft...so inviting... "Alec, control yourself," He told himself sharply, giving himself a sharp slap on the face.
"Now, now. Don't abuse yourself like that?" A voice asked softly.
Alec jumped, startled. His attention turned back to the figure lying on the desk with a pillow. Clarissa's deep sea-blue eyes stared back up at him. He smiled, ecstatic.
"You're awake!" He cried, jumping up.
"Yeah, yeah. I noticed that already." She stopped to think for a minute, confused. "Was it you?"
"What?"
"That was calling to me. Telling me not to give up or whatever?"
"Um." Alec paused, he didn't really know what to do. Should he admit that he did? Would that be like admitting that he liked her a little more than he really should? "Yea." He nodded. "I did,"
Clarissa smiled at him. Not a normal half grin, but a full, grateful smile. "Thanks. It means a lot to me. I really does."
"Are you okay?"
Clarissa turned to stare at her bandaged arm, leg and stomach. She gingerly touched the side of her face that had been burned, and winced as her fingertips touched raw, blistering skin. "Yeah. I'm fine." She said, removing her hand. She noticed the blood on his shirt.
"Oh. You're hurt?" She asked, knowing the answer before he'd even said it. Her blood. She looked away, embarrassed. "Mine.?"
Alec nodded. "Its for a good cause," He said, trying to make her feel better. It didn't work. If anything, it only made it worse.
"Listen.." Clarissa started. "I'm sorry. About last night, on the roof. I really didn't mean it. I was just upset."
Alec nodded, swallowing a few late tears. He checked his watch. 11:30 a.m
"Thanks, you know...for everything. You know, most people wouldn't even look at me again after I yelled at them. Thanks." Clarissa finished.
"No problem. Happy to help a friend."
**
Max took a deep breath as she sat atop one of the many buildings in Terminal City, waiting for any signs of White and his crew. She looked around, taking in the sights of TC, quiet and peaceful except for the street where the Blast had occurred. Outside of the perimeter, there was no such thing as peace and quiet. The people that had been shouting anti- transgenic slogans 3 days before were still shouting it, and the large wooden X's still burned very bright. "Morons," Max muttered to herself.
4 different military trucks rounded the corner, parting the angry crowds. White was here. She listened as the transgenics on sentry duty sounded up the alarm, putting every transgenic, hurt or not, on full alert and ready to fight. She jumped down from the rooftop and stood directly in front of the main gates. It was time. She signaled to Mole to open the front gates. Mole, being Mole, didn't hesitate. Pulled them open quickly. Max began to take her first steps out..
"MAX!" Alec screeched, pushing to the front of the crowd.
"Alec, not now!"
"NO. Max, you can't. We all need you here."
"Forget it. I'm going. Take care of Cindy. Get her safe to Canada." She smiled, and a single tear ran down her face, showing Alec just how scared she was. "Max," Alec tried again. Max cut him off.
"Goodbye, Alec." She smiled again, giving him a hug. At first, he was too surprised to move, but soon found himself clutching her desperately. She let go of him, and he slowly let go of her. She turned away, and walked out of Terminal City.
"Good afternoon, 452." White said. "If you'll come with me."
"No." Max replied, stopping dead in her tracks. "Let them free first. I'd keep your part of the deal, by the way, if you want to find your son again someday."
White's face looked like a storm cloud. He had, no doubt, been thinking of double-crossing Max. The fact that she alone knew the whereabouts of his son made him reconsider.
Cindy, Sketchy and Logan stepped quietly out of a military truck. They all had bruises and bumps that showed that White hadn't been at all kind. They ran into TC. The gates creaked down slowly, and tears ran down Max's face as she watched her home disappear.
Two armed military guard grabbed hold of both her arms, while a third pointed a gun at the back of her neck. The three of them together managed to get Max into a truck. White got into the first military truck and led the way. The rest of them followed.
**
A/N : I know this is short on its own, but put the two of them together. I know I said tomorrow, and I know I even broke my own 3 days rule, and I'm sorry. I'll write as soon as I can. Review! Review! Thanks y'all!
Second part of Bloodied and Broken: Enjoy!
**
Max had looked around for Alec for roughly ten minutes before she decided against his involvement in the whole plan. She figured that he probably wouldn't allow her to turn herself in. That, she told herself, was not happening. She turned around to go back to her apartment, to enjoy the last few hours of freedom alone.
She'd walked down two streets and was nearing her home when Zero appeared in front of her.
"You're going, aren't you?" He asked, concerned.
"Yes, I have to get my friends back. They are as much family to me as anyone else here."
Zero stepped forward to give her a hug. She grudgingly accepted, and leant forward into his embrace. She wasn't happy, though, when Zero hands began to slip under shirt and she felt his hands on her bare skin.
"HEY!" She shouted, pushing him away. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Oh...uh...nothing." Zero stammered, backing away slowly. He'd done what he'd needed to do. He disappeared behind a building, leaving Max confused and annoyed.
** 2 hours until meeting **
Alec sat next to Clarissa, studying her in the same way he had been for the past three hours, looking at her, looking through her, not really noticing the time, or anything else for that matter. He blinked and woke up again as Kep shook him lightly on the shoulder.
"Alec," Kep said. "Go home, and get some rest."
"No," came the stubborn reply. "I'm staying right here."
Kep shrugged. He had just finished with his shift, he was tired and hungry, and in no mood to argue. He left the room quietly, leaving Alec alone once more. With no more distractions, Alec turned back to study Clarissa. He lightly fingered through the dark blonde hair that framed her face. Why did he care so much about her? If it was any other girl, he probably would have cared enough to put her in a hospital bed, and visit sometime later to make sure she was alright, but never like this. He would never stay by her side for 4 hours as he watched her struggle back to life.
He examined her face, his eyes going over every aspect of her features, from her full pink lips, to perfectly shaped eyebrows. His attention turned back to her lips...which looked so soft...so inviting... "Alec, control yourself," He told himself sharply, giving himself a sharp slap on the face.
"Now, now. Don't abuse yourself like that?" A voice asked softly.
Alec jumped, startled. His attention turned back to the figure lying on the desk with a pillow. Clarissa's deep sea-blue eyes stared back up at him. He smiled, ecstatic.
"You're awake!" He cried, jumping up.
"Yeah, yeah. I noticed that already." She stopped to think for a minute, confused. "Was it you?"
"What?"
"That was calling to me. Telling me not to give up or whatever?"
"Um." Alec paused, he didn't really know what to do. Should he admit that he did? Would that be like admitting that he liked her a little more than he really should? "Yea." He nodded. "I did,"
Clarissa smiled at him. Not a normal half grin, but a full, grateful smile. "Thanks. It means a lot to me. I really does."
"Are you okay?"
Clarissa turned to stare at her bandaged arm, leg and stomach. She gingerly touched the side of her face that had been burned, and winced as her fingertips touched raw, blistering skin. "Yeah. I'm fine." She said, removing her hand. She noticed the blood on his shirt.
"Oh. You're hurt?" She asked, knowing the answer before he'd even said it. Her blood. She looked away, embarrassed. "Mine.?"
Alec nodded. "Its for a good cause," He said, trying to make her feel better. It didn't work. If anything, it only made it worse.
"Listen.." Clarissa started. "I'm sorry. About last night, on the roof. I really didn't mean it. I was just upset."
Alec nodded, swallowing a few late tears. He checked his watch. 11:30 a.m
"Thanks, you know...for everything. You know, most people wouldn't even look at me again after I yelled at them. Thanks." Clarissa finished.
"No problem. Happy to help a friend."
**
Max took a deep breath as she sat atop one of the many buildings in Terminal City, waiting for any signs of White and his crew. She looked around, taking in the sights of TC, quiet and peaceful except for the street where the Blast had occurred. Outside of the perimeter, there was no such thing as peace and quiet. The people that had been shouting anti- transgenic slogans 3 days before were still shouting it, and the large wooden X's still burned very bright. "Morons," Max muttered to herself.
4 different military trucks rounded the corner, parting the angry crowds. White was here. She listened as the transgenics on sentry duty sounded up the alarm, putting every transgenic, hurt or not, on full alert and ready to fight. She jumped down from the rooftop and stood directly in front of the main gates. It was time. She signaled to Mole to open the front gates. Mole, being Mole, didn't hesitate. Pulled them open quickly. Max began to take her first steps out..
"MAX!" Alec screeched, pushing to the front of the crowd.
"Alec, not now!"
"NO. Max, you can't. We all need you here."
"Forget it. I'm going. Take care of Cindy. Get her safe to Canada." She smiled, and a single tear ran down her face, showing Alec just how scared she was. "Max," Alec tried again. Max cut him off.
"Goodbye, Alec." She smiled again, giving him a hug. At first, he was too surprised to move, but soon found himself clutching her desperately. She let go of him, and he slowly let go of her. She turned away, and walked out of Terminal City.
"Good afternoon, 452." White said. "If you'll come with me."
"No." Max replied, stopping dead in her tracks. "Let them free first. I'd keep your part of the deal, by the way, if you want to find your son again someday."
White's face looked like a storm cloud. He had, no doubt, been thinking of double-crossing Max. The fact that she alone knew the whereabouts of his son made him reconsider.
Cindy, Sketchy and Logan stepped quietly out of a military truck. They all had bruises and bumps that showed that White hadn't been at all kind. They ran into TC. The gates creaked down slowly, and tears ran down Max's face as she watched her home disappear.
Two armed military guard grabbed hold of both her arms, while a third pointed a gun at the back of her neck. The three of them together managed to get Max into a truck. White got into the first military truck and led the way. The rest of them followed.
**
A/N : I know this is short on its own, but put the two of them together. I know I said tomorrow, and I know I even broke my own 3 days rule, and I'm sorry. I'll write as soon as I can. Review! Review! Thanks y'all!
