Chap.2
The rain pelted the window, washing away all the dirt from the hot day. Logan sat looking out his window, longing to be with her.
"Why was I so stupid?" Logan growled and turned away from the window and wheeled himself over to his desk. He picked up the photo ID Max had left sitting there the night before she died.
"I'm so sorry, Max.." Logan let his fingertips slowly trace her picture. A tear slid down his face, dropping onto the ID tag.
"If I could go back and do it all over again, I wouldn't. Max and Zack trusted me, and I blew it!" Logan slammed his fist on the side of his desk, pissed that he could have been so stupid.
It had been over two months since that fateful night. Over and Over he saw Max, laying in his arms, dead. He had wanted to take her with him, but he had been forced to leave her body there just outside of Manticore.
Ever since that night Logan had been blaming himself, telling himself that if it hadn't been for him, if he hadn't been so obsessed with meeting the woman that had broken into his apartment, taken out his armed guard with a single punch and then jumped out his high-rise window, she would be alive right now.
"You can't keep blaming yourself, Logan." Deck stood up and walked over to put his hand on Logan's shoulder. "Max and Zack were both big kids. They were going to do what they wanted anyways..they always did, you know that."
"But if I had seen this coming.." Logan dropped Max's ID back onto his desk.
"Logan..No one could see this coming. Max and Zack are gone. But their fight will still live, just as long as you keep up your work. Don't give that up. Keep Max and Zack alive in your fight." Deck patted Logan on the back and walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind him.
Logan sat there, thinking about what Deck had just said.
"What fight? I can't do it alone. Not in this damn chair!" Logan wheeled around back to the rain-washed window. The rain wasn't letting up.
Logan looked at the watery world and remembered his mother. She had loved the rain. "Rain is GOD's way of washing everything clean again." She used to say. Logan missed her so much. When he was little, his mother had told him that if he wanted something bad enough, and if he was willing to make big enough sacrifices, anything could come true.
What if it was true? What if he COULD bring Max back? What kind of sacrifices would that take? To get her back?
"Max." Logan wanted her back so badly. He was willing to do anything if it meant Max could live again.
Logan thought for a few minutes and then wheeled himself over to his desk. He opened a small door on the side and took out a box. He hadn't seen this box in ages. He hoped it was still in there.
Opening the box Logan, he took out he only thing inside. It felt cool in his hand. As he looked at it, what little light there was gleamed off the slivery gun.
"Max...if I could bring you back.if I could give you my life.."
Logan pictured Max in his mind, wishing life back into her body.
"If I can't bring you back, maybe I can at least be with you on the other side.."
Logan sighed and lifted the gun to the side of his head. "Max." A single tear slid down his face.
He took one last breath before pulling the trigger.
The rain pelted the window, washing away all the dirt from the hot day. Logan sat looking out his window, longing to be with her.
"Why was I so stupid?" Logan growled and turned away from the window and wheeled himself over to his desk. He picked up the photo ID Max had left sitting there the night before she died.
"I'm so sorry, Max.." Logan let his fingertips slowly trace her picture. A tear slid down his face, dropping onto the ID tag.
"If I could go back and do it all over again, I wouldn't. Max and Zack trusted me, and I blew it!" Logan slammed his fist on the side of his desk, pissed that he could have been so stupid.
It had been over two months since that fateful night. Over and Over he saw Max, laying in his arms, dead. He had wanted to take her with him, but he had been forced to leave her body there just outside of Manticore.
Ever since that night Logan had been blaming himself, telling himself that if it hadn't been for him, if he hadn't been so obsessed with meeting the woman that had broken into his apartment, taken out his armed guard with a single punch and then jumped out his high-rise window, she would be alive right now.
"You can't keep blaming yourself, Logan." Deck stood up and walked over to put his hand on Logan's shoulder. "Max and Zack were both big kids. They were going to do what they wanted anyways..they always did, you know that."
"But if I had seen this coming.." Logan dropped Max's ID back onto his desk.
"Logan..No one could see this coming. Max and Zack are gone. But their fight will still live, just as long as you keep up your work. Don't give that up. Keep Max and Zack alive in your fight." Deck patted Logan on the back and walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind him.
Logan sat there, thinking about what Deck had just said.
"What fight? I can't do it alone. Not in this damn chair!" Logan wheeled around back to the rain-washed window. The rain wasn't letting up.
Logan looked at the watery world and remembered his mother. She had loved the rain. "Rain is GOD's way of washing everything clean again." She used to say. Logan missed her so much. When he was little, his mother had told him that if he wanted something bad enough, and if he was willing to make big enough sacrifices, anything could come true.
What if it was true? What if he COULD bring Max back? What kind of sacrifices would that take? To get her back?
"Max." Logan wanted her back so badly. He was willing to do anything if it meant Max could live again.
Logan thought for a few minutes and then wheeled himself over to his desk. He opened a small door on the side and took out a box. He hadn't seen this box in ages. He hoped it was still in there.
Opening the box Logan, he took out he only thing inside. It felt cool in his hand. As he looked at it, what little light there was gleamed off the slivery gun.
"Max...if I could bring you back.if I could give you my life.."
Logan pictured Max in his mind, wishing life back into her body.
"If I can't bring you back, maybe I can at least be with you on the other side.."
Logan sighed and lifted the gun to the side of his head. "Max." A single tear slid down his face.
He took one last breath before pulling the trigger.