Spoilers: This is the first sequel story to Shattered trust
and whispered confessions. It is set after Hello Goodbye and
might reveal bits and pieces of the series from then on.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original part one.
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CHAPTER EIGHT:
Seattle; 'Chambers Building'; Sector 8; 5th September 2022
"Not so close!"
Max snapped at White icily, as his fingertips roughly scraped along her smooth back. He ignored her, continuing his examination of her bare skin. She shivered; clutching her top to her naked front, so as to somewhat maintain her dignity.
"Interesting 452..."
"My name is Max!"
"Ah yes, I forgot. I was told you transgenics had a tendency to name things."
She rolled her eyes and slid into her top, eying him warily,
"You gonna tell me what the hell these things are?"
A jolt of electricity seared through her briefly and White sat down effortlessly in front of her, watching as she shook,
"I ask the questions. How many have you had?"
"What?"
"The runes, I assume those aren't the first."
"No."
"Well then enlighten me 45...Max."
His face screwed up somewhat as he spoke her name, spitting it out as though it were rancid food. She sighed, knowing that if she didn't comply, she would pay the price and she already felt too weak to have to put up with that,
"The first appeared about 6 months ago. The day Logan was arrested. I haven't had any since. Those on my back are new and...they're different."
She looked over at the photo of them taped to the wall, which White had taken. He watched her examine the symbols, before shoving a piece of paper and a black marker at her,
"I know you transgenics have excellent memories. Draw them for me."
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"No."
Max's voice came out flat and uninterested. White turned to grin at her,
"Did you forget what I could do to you?"
"I've held up my end of the deal."
"Not completely."
"Yeah well, I'll finish it. Release Sketchy first."
White held his hands up in mock surrender, leaning down and prodding the unconscious male,
"Wake up you moron."
He buzzed Sketchy with a tazer briefly and he jerked his head up rapidly in response, wiping at the drool, which had gathered on his chin,
"What's going on? I...Max?"
He gazed groggily at her and she gave a small smile. White rolled his eyes and motioned at Sketchy, waving the tazer as he spoke,
"Get out of here. Now. Before I change my mind."
He stood slowly, unsure of what to do, as he tossed his eyes between the door and Max's shackles. She noted the confusion and saw White becoming impatient,
"Sketchy - GO!"
Her scream pierced through him and he studied her face another second, while she yelled again,
"I'll be fine! Just go, get out of here!"
He hesitated again, before giving an apologetic look and bolting out of the door. White shut it behind him and turned to Max, the evil look she always used to see reining its ugly head again,
"Now, where were we?"
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"What make you so sure that I'll be the one to kill all the people in the world?"
Max heard White sigh and she opened her eyes to stare at him,
"You just don't get it 452. Those runes prophesise the events which are destined to occur."
"I know. Logan...he told me that we were going to stop the destruction."
"We?"
Max gasped at her mistake. Logan hadn't told White about Alec's involvement. The memory of their last conversation burned in her mind,
"Use the runes..."
"Well?",
White tapped his foot and Max returned to reality, her mind clouded with what Logan had told her and with worry for Alec,
"Yeah, we. As in him and me. Logan was so sure that he was supposed to help me."
"So he told you. That brother of mine is a crackpot. Should be locked up in some psychiatric ward somewhere. He believed that he could help me carry out my plans, rid the world of transgenics and have you as a girlfriend at the end of the day."
Max resisted the urge to laugh at White's accurate portrayal of Logan. Shaking her head, she realised she must be crazy. She was finding hilarity in a situation that had her locked in a room with White. And it was actually civil.
*I must be delirious. It's the continual electric shocks. God, I need to get out of here. I need Alec.*
She pulled herself away from her thoughts and wriggled awkwardly,
"So what do I need to do for you to tell me where Alec is?"
"Right here."
Max's eyes widened as he stepped through the darkened doorway, his shadow cast on her face,
"Hey sweetie...miss me?"
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Max felt her jaw drop and she slowly forced herself to register what was happening without rubbing her eyes or hitting herself on the head - that Alec was really standing before her. White was grinning maliciously and he stepped backwards without a sound, making his way out of the room.
"Alec, you have to get out of here. What are you even doing here? You can't just expect to waltz in, assure me okay and walk out again. Now White has us both, we're trapped."
He smirked at her, turning the doorknob to show her it wasn't locked. That smile. Max waited for the usual shiver that would split through her. He could melt the Antarctic with that smile. She frowned at the inappropriateness of her thoughts and he moved towards her, reminding her of an animal stalking its prey. She wondered if her were sizing her up. His hands moved onto her shoulders, then face, brushing stray strands from her eyes,
"It's being taken care of."
Max sighed, cocking her head up to kiss him. He slid backwards, her lips grazing air,
"Alec?"
"No Max. Its me, Ben."
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She couldn't help it; she couldn't hold back. She was crying. Max hiccupped as tears streamed down her smooth cheeks. Ben patted her awkwardly on the back in an attempt to reassure her,
"Max, it's okay. Alec is okay. I promise."
She spluttered at him, the tears still flowing freely, despite her attempts to hold them back,
"Bbbbut...where...where is he?"
Ben edged closer to the door,
"He's just completing some unfinished business. I cant say what. But he'll be finished soon enough. Like I said, its all being taken care of."
He turned, walking out the door; leaving behind a bewildered Max,
*What the hell just happened?*
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"Hello 494."
"Ames, always a pleasure."
"How did your girlfriend take the news?"
White gestured to the seat in front of him and he complied, taking a cigarette out and lighting it. He blew a cloud of smoke in the air as he spoke,
"And what news would that be?"
"I assume you clued her in on our little alliance. And the role she plays in it."
"Not quite..."
He paused to take another drag, chuckling as he exhaled,
"I pretty much told her it would all be over soon..."
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Disclaimer: I don't own anyone
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original part one.
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CHAPTER EIGHT:
Seattle; 'Chambers Building'; Sector 8; 5th September 2022
"Not so close!"
Max snapped at White icily, as his fingertips roughly scraped along her smooth back. He ignored her, continuing his examination of her bare skin. She shivered; clutching her top to her naked front, so as to somewhat maintain her dignity.
"Interesting 452..."
"My name is Max!"
"Ah yes, I forgot. I was told you transgenics had a tendency to name things."
She rolled her eyes and slid into her top, eying him warily,
"You gonna tell me what the hell these things are?"
A jolt of electricity seared through her briefly and White sat down effortlessly in front of her, watching as she shook,
"I ask the questions. How many have you had?"
"What?"
"The runes, I assume those aren't the first."
"No."
"Well then enlighten me 45...Max."
His face screwed up somewhat as he spoke her name, spitting it out as though it were rancid food. She sighed, knowing that if she didn't comply, she would pay the price and she already felt too weak to have to put up with that,
"The first appeared about 6 months ago. The day Logan was arrested. I haven't had any since. Those on my back are new and...they're different."
She looked over at the photo of them taped to the wall, which White had taken. He watched her examine the symbols, before shoving a piece of paper and a black marker at her,
"I know you transgenics have excellent memories. Draw them for me."
* * * * *
"No."
Max's voice came out flat and uninterested. White turned to grin at her,
"Did you forget what I could do to you?"
"I've held up my end of the deal."
"Not completely."
"Yeah well, I'll finish it. Release Sketchy first."
White held his hands up in mock surrender, leaning down and prodding the unconscious male,
"Wake up you moron."
He buzzed Sketchy with a tazer briefly and he jerked his head up rapidly in response, wiping at the drool, which had gathered on his chin,
"What's going on? I...Max?"
He gazed groggily at her and she gave a small smile. White rolled his eyes and motioned at Sketchy, waving the tazer as he spoke,
"Get out of here. Now. Before I change my mind."
He stood slowly, unsure of what to do, as he tossed his eyes between the door and Max's shackles. She noted the confusion and saw White becoming impatient,
"Sketchy - GO!"
Her scream pierced through him and he studied her face another second, while she yelled again,
"I'll be fine! Just go, get out of here!"
He hesitated again, before giving an apologetic look and bolting out of the door. White shut it behind him and turned to Max, the evil look she always used to see reining its ugly head again,
"Now, where were we?"
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"What make you so sure that I'll be the one to kill all the people in the world?"
Max heard White sigh and she opened her eyes to stare at him,
"You just don't get it 452. Those runes prophesise the events which are destined to occur."
"I know. Logan...he told me that we were going to stop the destruction."
"We?"
Max gasped at her mistake. Logan hadn't told White about Alec's involvement. The memory of their last conversation burned in her mind,
"Use the runes..."
"Well?",
White tapped his foot and Max returned to reality, her mind clouded with what Logan had told her and with worry for Alec,
"Yeah, we. As in him and me. Logan was so sure that he was supposed to help me."
"So he told you. That brother of mine is a crackpot. Should be locked up in some psychiatric ward somewhere. He believed that he could help me carry out my plans, rid the world of transgenics and have you as a girlfriend at the end of the day."
Max resisted the urge to laugh at White's accurate portrayal of Logan. Shaking her head, she realised she must be crazy. She was finding hilarity in a situation that had her locked in a room with White. And it was actually civil.
*I must be delirious. It's the continual electric shocks. God, I need to get out of here. I need Alec.*
She pulled herself away from her thoughts and wriggled awkwardly,
"So what do I need to do for you to tell me where Alec is?"
"Right here."
Max's eyes widened as he stepped through the darkened doorway, his shadow cast on her face,
"Hey sweetie...miss me?"
* * * * *
Max felt her jaw drop and she slowly forced herself to register what was happening without rubbing her eyes or hitting herself on the head - that Alec was really standing before her. White was grinning maliciously and he stepped backwards without a sound, making his way out of the room.
"Alec, you have to get out of here. What are you even doing here? You can't just expect to waltz in, assure me okay and walk out again. Now White has us both, we're trapped."
He smirked at her, turning the doorknob to show her it wasn't locked. That smile. Max waited for the usual shiver that would split through her. He could melt the Antarctic with that smile. She frowned at the inappropriateness of her thoughts and he moved towards her, reminding her of an animal stalking its prey. She wondered if her were sizing her up. His hands moved onto her shoulders, then face, brushing stray strands from her eyes,
"It's being taken care of."
Max sighed, cocking her head up to kiss him. He slid backwards, her lips grazing air,
"Alec?"
"No Max. Its me, Ben."
* * * * *
She couldn't help it; she couldn't hold back. She was crying. Max hiccupped as tears streamed down her smooth cheeks. Ben patted her awkwardly on the back in an attempt to reassure her,
"Max, it's okay. Alec is okay. I promise."
She spluttered at him, the tears still flowing freely, despite her attempts to hold them back,
"Bbbbut...where...where is he?"
Ben edged closer to the door,
"He's just completing some unfinished business. I cant say what. But he'll be finished soon enough. Like I said, its all being taken care of."
He turned, walking out the door; leaving behind a bewildered Max,
*What the hell just happened?*
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"Hello 494."
"Ames, always a pleasure."
"How did your girlfriend take the news?"
White gestured to the seat in front of him and he complied, taking a cigarette out and lighting it. He blew a cloud of smoke in the air as he spoke,
"And what news would that be?"
"I assume you clued her in on our little alliance. And the role she plays in it."
"Not quite..."
He paused to take another drag, chuckling as he exhaled,
"I pretty much told her it would all be over soon..."
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