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: So here it's, the second chapter to my angstful fic, I think that now all the questions that the first chapter created will be answered. And I know that Logan was out of character in the last chapter, but now you will all see why. And this WILL NEVER become a M/A fic, that's just plain disgusting. And for Rajana: I can understand why you hate me, if I was the one reading I would too, and in this chapter you will hate me even more, but I just ask you to follow the story 'till the end that I can asure you it will be worth it :D.
Chapter 2: Shattered Life
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Max jumped from bed, covered in sweat and panting, the white bed sheets clunging to her wet skin, her big brown eyes wide open with a look of fear, confusion and desesperation, the awful dream that woke her from her slumber still fresh and painful in her mind, making her confused and dizzy. She glances around and realizes she is in her room, it's still dark outside so darkness surrounds her, she notices the red glow of her bedside watch, its digital numbers showing that it's still three in the morning.
Max slowly rises from her bed and heads towards the tiny bathroom, she opens the sink and washes herself with some cold water, she rises her head to meet her reflection in the mirror, she is beautiful as always, but still visibly different, her skin is pale and there are dark circles beneath her eyes. Max stares at her reflection and start regressing to the dream, no...nightmare, a dark and cruel nightmare that woke her so aggressively. It looked so real yet so unreal, Logan would never say those things to her, not like that, the sensations, the feelings, they were real and convincing, but the speech wasn't something Logan-like, it was more like her conscience trying to say her something, the reality of her actions crushing her like a fly, and the deadly words coming from the person she loves the most, her worst fear that Logan would hate her for all the cruel and wrong things she has been doing to him coming true in the wonderland.
After a moment of reflection Max makes a decision, she is going to pay a visit to Logan, this dream has shaken her deeply and some sick feeling in the pit of her stomach is bothering her constantly, this dream was a good thing after all, making her realize that she must say some things to Logan, avoid turning this dream into reality. With a strong resolve, Max puts some pants and grabs her jacket and bike's keys, quickly hoping on her bike she makes her way towards Fogle Towers faster then any normal human. From down below she can see through his windows that his apartment is dark, but there's nothing unusual in that considering it's the middle of the night. Max decide to get in through the skylight so she makes her way up the building across the street and from there takes a dive to Logan's building, landing softly and graciously. From the skylight she drops her rope and slowly gets inside the dark penthouse apartment. Thanks to her night vision she can easily make out her way through the darkness. The apartment is not only dark but completely silent, there's no slight noise, making even her cat light steps produce some dull sound in the hardwood floor.
She goes to his kitchen and looks around, there're a few empty bottles of scotch lying around the kitchen counter, empty and used glasses in the sink, spilled liquid, probably scotch, in the floor, basically it's a mess, a very rare thing in Logan Cale's home. Walking through the hallway Max spots a broken vase in the floor and a thick bottle of scotch lying in the floor, it was probably thrown agains the plastic walls of the office, where there's now a big crack, the bottle only intact by luck. In the living room, the couch is upside down and the coffe table has lots of empty or half empty glasses of liquor, the chess set is on the ground with the pieces all over the living room.
Max goes to Logan's room, where the door is closed, slowly she opens it and peeks inside, it's dark, but she can make out the bed sheets are torn and the pillows in the ground, but there's something missing, Max frenetically opens the door completely and get inside Logan's room, she looks around, in the bed, in the bathroom, but nothing....no sign of Logan.
Intrigued, she goes back to the living room, there she stops for a moment in front of the window to think, confused by the scene in Logan's apartment, she begins to wonder where he is, how he is. If he is out and left the apartment in this condition, why did he do that and more importantly, where did he go to, in what condition is he, million of questions without answers. //Maybe he got so mad that he went out with Asha, she would be more then willing to confort him...in bed, and if that happened it's because I looked for it, after all I'm the one that lyed to him, that pushed him away, I didn't give him anything to keep him here, he would only be right to go after a regular girl, someone like him. But, considering the state of the apartment maybe he was taken from here by force, maybe White found him and came after him, maybe he is dead, or worst, prisioner in some facility being tortured...because of me. That dream...maybe that dream has something to do with it, maybe he got in big trouble because of me.\\, a whirlwind of thoughts dominating Max's mind, her expression from confusion turns to sadness, anger...guilt.
She decides to go to the computer room to look for some clue of what could have happened here. Just as she crosses the door to the computer room she stops dead in her tracks, the sick feeling in her stomach hits her full time and a bad feeling keeps anannoying ticking in her mind. The smell of alcohol is everywhere in the room, the computers are all off, the computer chair is turned facing the computer, there are broken things laying around and a mess of papers and documents in the counters. Max approuches the computer chair slowly, somehow she has a feeling that something is wrong here, carefully she reaches for the chair and slowly start turning it. When she sees what is there she trips a few steps back and collapses down and burying her face in her hands she starts sobbing convulsively. The worst thing that could ever happen, her worst nightmare, that's what lies in that chair....Logan's dead body.
TBC...
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OBS: // \\ means Max's thoughts.
OBS2: So that is it, the second chapter to this dark fic, you may think that I'm evil and sadistic, but there's still lots of angst and tragedies to come and sometimes...things are not like they look like.