disclaimer: what i want is what i've not
got...DA is one of those things, i dont own it, i'm just
borrowing it.
AN: i'm really sorry about how long its taken me to get this next
chapter up, and it hasn't been betaed, so there are probably a
ton of grammatical errors, and i apologize in advance. i should
be posting more often now that things have quieted down on the
home front. thanks to everyone who read this in may and reviewed!
CHAPTER 3
It had been one month since the fateful attack on Manticore, and that time inside had almost killed Logan, physically, mentally, and emotionally he was completely drained. He was practically starved, since he could not give Renfro the information that she wanted from him, she was only allowing him just enough food to barely get by. The weekly torture sessions did not get any easier for him. The guards continued to brutally beat him for his silence, and Renfro used every opertunity to attack Logan emotionally by bringing up Max. His exoskeleton was completely busted up by this point, so while he was in his cell, he couldn't even move around, he just lied on the cot, thinking about Max, and waiting for the guards to wheel him off to interrogation.
That one month in Manticore for Max was one
month in a living hell. The first two weeks had been horrible for
her. Renfro had found her weak spot, Logan, and took every
oppertunity to exploit it. She would strap Max to a chair in a
dark room, facing a projection screen. On this screen Renfro
played a video of Logan being beaten until he was unconsious, to
Max he appeared to be dead. By the end of the third week, Max
became submissive, obeying all orders and drilling with various
squads of other X-5's. This had gained her some freedom within
the complex, but Renfro was still extremely careful about where
Max went and when. Renfro had a guard go with her almost every
where, but it was really for no need, Max had lost almost all
desire to face the outside world. She had convinced herself that
even if she did make it back to Seattle, she would be putting all
her other friends at the risk of sharing Logan's fate. On the
outside she was weakening, but every night when she was lying all
alone in her solitary cell with her eyes closed, she pictured
Logan, and in her mind she could see his smiling face over a
candlelight dinner, or the way that his blue eyes sparkled when
he thought he had her beat in a game of chess, and the way he
joked after she easily out manuvered him, beating him quickly.
Each night her mind would go through these memories, remembering
who she really is, Max, not 452, Max.
"452." a voice interrupted Max's thoughts. An armed
guard had opened the cell door and stepped inside, "It's
0500, and I have been instructed to take you to the field."
The field is where Max and the others assembled in the morning,
before mess, to run through drills. The night had gone by so
quickly, and Max got up reluctantly to follow the guard into the
corridor. Max had never liked the corridors at hospitals because
they reminded her of Manticore. The hallways all had a sterile
smell, and the walls were a bare white. At the same moment the
guard had come to get Max, a guard had arrived at Logan's cell,
to wheel him off to interogation. Just as the guards opened the
door to his cell, Max and the other guard were walking past.
Logan had his back to the door, but Max had glanced in as she was
walking by, and what she saw caused her to stop. Even though his
back was to her, she was almost positive that the man in the cell
was Logan, she was waiting for him to turn around so she could
get a better look, but was interrupted by the guard next to her,
"Keep moving 452." and he prompted her along with the
automatic rifle he was carrying until they were out in the field.
Logan was showing no resistance towards the guard who wheeled him
away from his cell, he didn't feel anything but pain, coursing
through his entire body, but especially his heart. He still
couldn't believe that he had lost Max forever. The guard wheeled
him, not to the interrogation room, but down to the basement
level where there were labs and operation rooms. Logan was taken
into one of the operation rooms and placed in a chair that looked
like a the one in a dentist's office, then they strapped his arms
and legs down tightly. Renfro walked in a few minutes later,
briefly glanced at him, then approached the med-tech in the
corner, "Are you ready to beging the procedure?"
"Yes ma'am." the med-tech replyed, "But, he's too
weak to guarentee that he survives."
"What do you mean?" Renfro asked sharply
"Psycoactive theropy is still experimental, there have been
very few of the non-X-series that have undergone it, and the few
that did, had a very hard time. And in his present condition, I
can't tell you for certain that he lives through the whole
procedure."
"As long as he lives long enough to tell me what I need to
know. He knows where the other X-5's are, and I have to find out.
After he tells me that, he's expendible." Renfro's tone was
icey
"Again ma'am, I can not say for sure that he will live
through this treatment. If you take a little more time..."
"I do not have more time." Renfro inturrupted him,
"The comittee is considering closing down the project unless
I can bring in more of the rouge X-5's, and this man knows where
they are. So just do as I say!" Renfro was quickly losing
her patience and the lab tech picked up on that.
"Yes ma'am." He went up to Logan and started preping
him for psycoactives.
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TBC
AN: i know that was another really short chapter, but i'll
probably post the next one tomarrow. tell me what you
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