Disclaimer: This is tiresome, everybody already knows that I don't own DA or its characters.
Summary: After the events in "Hello/Goodbye", Max's wish is granted and she gets to taste life without Logan.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: This is a very dark and angstful fic, the first time I try this kind of fic so I hope you guys enjoy it, it's a way I found to show my insatisfaction towards the whole S2 but specially Max's behavior.
Chapter 1: Heart Broken*****
A black motorcicle speeds through the lonely streets of post-pulse Seattle, breaking the curfew and a dozen traffic laws, but it's rider, a young and very attractive brunette, couldn't care less. Max rides her Ninja in Sector 9, her destination, Fogle Towers. She reaches the building and uses the elevator to get to the Penthouse, there she stops in front of a big wooden door, hesitant for a moment, //It has been a week since that fateful night, the night I lied to Logan, and we haven't talked or saw each other, not even briefly, since then. When I left him he was in a pretty bad shape and when I told him that, he was devastaded, I couldn't bare to look at his eyes and watch the light in them fading, so I left. But now I have to see him, just to make sure he is fine and all. I wonder if he will be in his computer room, as unusual, tiping furiously and elegantly in the keyboard, making all his computers busy helping the downtrodden, or maybe he will be in the kitchen, savoring his collection of pre-pulse wine, cooking another culinary miracle that he and only him can make.\\.
After a moment of thinking she finally makes her mind and bents down to pick the lock, job done she goes inside the penthouse noiseless. But inside it's dark and silent, there's no sound of tiping in the keyboard, no humming of the computers, no clash of pottery and pans...only a ruling silent.
Max goes to his kitchen, and no sign of Logan. She then goes to his computer room and as well, no Logan, the computers are off, just like all the lights, in the corner she spots the exoskeleton, looks like it was thrown off carelessly, and there it was left. Max realizes that he may not be home so she gets out of the office and goes the way back, out of the penthouse, but before she reaches the door a deep but weak voice makes her stop,
"Why are you back Max?",
she spins around and sees him there, sitting in his wheelchair, in front of the big window, staring at the dark city,
"I thought you were out.",
she repplies while slowly steping towards him,
"No, I haven't been out of this apartment for a long time, but why are you here?",
he says, in the end his voice growing kind of...angry.
"I had to see you.",
Max answers him with a low like whisper voice. He laughs a dead, dark laugh and says,
"See me, huh, why? Is there anything else to tell me? You want to see if there's anything left of my heart for you to break? Or maybe you just want more help, what's it, cash, documents, information, a search? After all that's all I'm good for you, when thing get hot and you or your transgenics need help you run to me, but anything else and you run from me.",
his voice is high and filled with anger now, he is still facing the window but he is stiffed and tense,
"Logan..."
Max, shocked, tries to reply, but he keeps going and interrupts her,
"No Max, go away, there's nothing else here for you, you have done enough damage to a single person, there's nothing left of my heart, you broke it completely, little by little and then with a final devastating blow.",
she is near him now, reaching her hand out hesitantly, she's shocked and devastated, not only are his words harsh but true, she tries talking to him, but her mind is fogged and her throat closed, words are hard to get out and all her will is focused on retaining the hot tears threatening to fall,
"Lo...Logan...I'm...sorry, listen to me.",
Logan spins his chair around to face her, his eyes are swollen and bloodshot, his cheeks tears strained, his clothes torn and stinking, and he smells of alcohol. His red eyes shine with anger and he shouts,
"GET OUT!",
he takes a few deep breaths and sink back in his chair, his eyes are now sad and devastated, totally the opposite from the normal, there's no glistering in the blue depths, now they're more like gray clouds, his arms hung from his sides, he is the picture of a ruined man, and now with a sad and weak voice he continues,
"Go away Max, don't make me even more miserable, I'm already completely ruined. I loved you Max, with all my being, but you only used me, you took advantage of my love and used me, everything I was to you was a helping hand, you must have thanked god for the virus and Gossamer, they were excuses for you to be away from me. In the end our quid pro cuo never ended, but recently it became a one way road, I help you with every little thing and you give me nothing. Huh, how fool was I, I really thought you could think of me of more than a cripple, I thought you, the genetically engineered beauty, the perfect human being, could love me, a pathetic excuse for person, a broken shell....a cripple.",
every word pierces her like a knife, her eyes, full of tears, are just like her mind, fogged, the only thing she can focus are his words, repeating like a mantra in her mind, torturing her for it's cruel reality. She makes a feeble attempt to talk to him, but words are to much of a effort and her voice is almost a whisper,
"No...Logan...listen..."
he spins back to face the window, and slowly wheels a few feet away from her,
"Max, go away....You ended my life, you killed me slowly and painfully, using the most cruel method of torture, you are poison Max, poison."
Max closes her eyes and let the tears fall, they flow like rivers and with them goes her energy, she collapses to the ground and crawl to the corner, she hugges her legs and stays there rocking and sobbing, his words running all over again through her mind, she tries to scream,
"NO LOGAN NO!!!",
but it's no use, he is gone. She is engulfed in darkness now and only one thing remains, a sick chaint in the deepest of her mind,
Poison, poison, you're poison, Max you're poison, poison Max....poison...
TBC...
*****
OBS: // \\, means Max's thoughts.
OBS2: I hope everybody enjoyed my dark inspiration, but it's only the beginning of my twisted and cruel fic, so let's all review then the next chapter will be out sooner. And one thing, don't jump to conclusions...:D