Spoilers: This is the third in my series of stories. The first
was Shattered Trusts and Whispered Confessions. The second,
which I only just finished, is Remembering to Forget. This
series is set after Hello Goodbye but does reveal spoilers from
the rest of the season, as I incorporate it into the story.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine except for some minors. The ideas are pretty much mine though but I just want to say thanks to those who have reviewed my previous works, it keeps me writing!
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original parts one and two. Also, just wanted to say that yeah the story has got quite complicated and hence a little confusion from me let alone you guys who have no idea what is going on in my twisted mind. Thanks for sticking by me when I've been doing this. It's nice to know I have a loyal following.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE:
Washington DC; Grand Hyatt Hotel; October 18h 2022
2200 hours
Max pulled uncomfortably at the binding catsuit covering her body as she kept her eyes zoomed in on the fat Taiwanese man standing by the window. She kept watching as he disappeared, only to emerge minutes later through the front lobby doors of the hotel,
"Looks like you're living it up... At least your last days were comfortable."
She scaled down the side of the building she was perched on in superman style, jumping onto her bike and following the lavish limo on its way.
They stopped just outside an abandoned lot on the outskirts on the city, Max shivered as she jumped off her bike, silently following the Asian man with his two pushover bodyguards. She took another step towards them, cursing as a twig snapped loudly on her feet,
"Oh I suck at this undercover crap!"
All three men looked up at the sound echoing through the area, but not in time as their assailant came rushing at them with extraordinary speed and power. Max bowled over the two bodyguards, the larger hitting the ground and being knocked unconscious. The second landed on his friend, bouncing up into fighting stance. She rolled her eyes at him,
"I so don't have time for this."
She cracked his jaw with a hefty swing punch and he grunted, lashing out and kicking her several times in the stomach. Max doubled over in pain, looking up in time to see his fist connect with her face. Falling to the ground, she head him turn to his boss and mutter something in mandarin, before delivering a kick into her curled up body. He leaned down to look at her, speaking in a thick accent,
"You're a pretty one."
Max flipped onto her feet, tripping him and cracking him over the head, knocking his unconscious,
"And you're not."
She took a moment to collect herself, her injuries soon forgotten as she turned to look at her target,
"So you're the man that's causing the fuss?"
He backed away scared and she grinned,
"Something wrong Xen?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm the last person you'll ever see."
"What - what do you want?"
"What do I want?"
She laughed, a hollow and frightening sound to the man, who was trying to shrink away as she stepped even closer to him,
"I want to be able to step out in this world without worrying about thermal scans. Without worrying about exposure, runes, fighting with my boyfriend - if he even is that anymore. Most of all though, I want Manticore to never have existed. Even if that means I never would have been."
Max caught the spark of recognition in his eyes as she mentioned Manticore. She paused, before continuing,
"Oh you recognise that one do you? Yeah well since my list of wants seems to be something that just wont ever be, I'll have to settle for eliminating any chance of what happened to me ever happening again. I wont let you make another hell for soldiers to be genetically engineered out of."
"You kill me?"
"That's the plan."
"I don't want to have to kill you little girl."
"How many times do I have to say this? Girls kick ass, and I will win. I've got the gene pool working in my favour here - I can't say the same for you."
He whipped a gun out of his coat and pointed it at her, causing her to laugh,
"You haven't figured this out yet, have you? You think that you can pull out your plastic pistol and point it at me, the genetic soldier. And you'll walk right out of this place, get on your private helicopter back to your country and create a whole army of mutants? But it's really the other way around. You think I'm the whack? The fact is, you're the whack. See, what you don't know is you're already in the last two minutes of your life."
She blurred at him, grabbing his gun and pushing him onto the ground,
"And another thing I just seem to keep repeating, I hate guns!"
Max raised her head to one side, hearing a helicopter in the distance approaching,
"You know, I wasn't going to kill you. I was just going to relocate you, I never thought that you were actually what Lydecker said you were."
"What am I?"
"You're a monster. You want to fool around to create the perfect soldier, but what you want to do is wrong."
"You're soldier, created."
"Yeah, created in a lab. By a sick bastard like you. When will you people learn? You can't play god! It just doesn't work like that!"
"Please, don't kill me!"
"Begging, a sign of weakness. What sort of role model would you be for your soldiers anyway?"
"You're a killer."
"Straight up."
She snapped his neck, looking down regretfully, coldly at his body one last time before she ran off. Even her genetic eyes not capturing the silver briefcase on the front seat of the limo.
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Seattle; New Manticore Holding Facility; October 19th 2022
0100 hours
Max stalked into the holding facility, giving grudged looks at the X7s she passed by. This place was very different to the layout she had experienced twice at the old Gillette facility. Here, she realised it was much more laid back with soldiers not barricaded, locked in and lights turned off at a certain time. She guessed they had free rein in a way. Not to say that she wasn't tempted to set them all free again. She made her way into the room Alec was supposed to be in, stopping angrily as she saw him sitting comfortably watching television with Ben and Lydecker, the three laughing as though they were old buddies. She coughed loudly at the doorway, making her presence known. He ignored her, continuing to be entertained by the junk of his boob tube.
"So I go out, get my ass kicked and kill a guy, while you sit here all cosy and comfy watching TV?"
"What can I say I've always had a love for it."
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Flashback:
Alec stretched out on the bed in his crappy No-Tel Motel room, his eyes glued on the TV, despite their being a woman next to him. She leaned over and touched his barcode,
"This is so cool. Does it say how much you cost?"
She giggled and Alec didn't budge his gaze as he answered,
"A lot more than you, sweetheart."
"Is it a gang thing?"
"You guessed my secret."
"So how come you're not out gangbanging, then?"
"Well, 'cause sometimes a guy can have a lot more fun on his own."
"So you're on the lam."
"Oh, you're so intuitive. Hey...(Hands her some cash)...Why don't you go grab us something to eat, will you?"
"Okay."
"Okay."
She dressed and Alec resumed his concentration on the TV.
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"Answer me Alec! What the hell were you doing just sitting around all chummy with them?"
"I don't know how I am supposed to answer that Max. Did you just expect me to sit around all pining for you for four days? I was bored, they gave me a TV and I asked them if they wanted to stick around because as much as I love the tube, I need some human company otherwise I go stir crazy!"
"Whatever."
"How did your errand go anyway, walk away with some satisfactory blood on your hands?"
" You're an asshole."
She stormed out and he watched after her, feeling almost proud at having affected her with his words for once.
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To be continued...
Author's Note:
Isn't she just a bitch? Yeah I thought that as she becomes more impatient with the oncoming end of the world and all she should revert to her original self - Max the bitch (and I love her still, Jessica Alba is one of my favourite actresses). So anyways, it's getting pretty close and what is going to happen? Really, I don't know. Well I kind of do but if you people review I might know faster. He he...
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine except for some minors. The ideas are pretty much mine though but I just want to say thanks to those who have reviewed my previous works, it keeps me writing!
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original parts one and two. Also, just wanted to say that yeah the story has got quite complicated and hence a little confusion from me let alone you guys who have no idea what is going on in my twisted mind. Thanks for sticking by me when I've been doing this. It's nice to know I have a loyal following.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE:
Washington DC; Grand Hyatt Hotel; October 18h 2022
2200 hours
Max pulled uncomfortably at the binding catsuit covering her body as she kept her eyes zoomed in on the fat Taiwanese man standing by the window. She kept watching as he disappeared, only to emerge minutes later through the front lobby doors of the hotel,
"Looks like you're living it up... At least your last days were comfortable."
She scaled down the side of the building she was perched on in superman style, jumping onto her bike and following the lavish limo on its way.
They stopped just outside an abandoned lot on the outskirts on the city, Max shivered as she jumped off her bike, silently following the Asian man with his two pushover bodyguards. She took another step towards them, cursing as a twig snapped loudly on her feet,
"Oh I suck at this undercover crap!"
All three men looked up at the sound echoing through the area, but not in time as their assailant came rushing at them with extraordinary speed and power. Max bowled over the two bodyguards, the larger hitting the ground and being knocked unconscious. The second landed on his friend, bouncing up into fighting stance. She rolled her eyes at him,
"I so don't have time for this."
She cracked his jaw with a hefty swing punch and he grunted, lashing out and kicking her several times in the stomach. Max doubled over in pain, looking up in time to see his fist connect with her face. Falling to the ground, she head him turn to his boss and mutter something in mandarin, before delivering a kick into her curled up body. He leaned down to look at her, speaking in a thick accent,
"You're a pretty one."
Max flipped onto her feet, tripping him and cracking him over the head, knocking his unconscious,
"And you're not."
She took a moment to collect herself, her injuries soon forgotten as she turned to look at her target,
"So you're the man that's causing the fuss?"
He backed away scared and she grinned,
"Something wrong Xen?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm the last person you'll ever see."
"What - what do you want?"
"What do I want?"
She laughed, a hollow and frightening sound to the man, who was trying to shrink away as she stepped even closer to him,
"I want to be able to step out in this world without worrying about thermal scans. Without worrying about exposure, runes, fighting with my boyfriend - if he even is that anymore. Most of all though, I want Manticore to never have existed. Even if that means I never would have been."
Max caught the spark of recognition in his eyes as she mentioned Manticore. She paused, before continuing,
"Oh you recognise that one do you? Yeah well since my list of wants seems to be something that just wont ever be, I'll have to settle for eliminating any chance of what happened to me ever happening again. I wont let you make another hell for soldiers to be genetically engineered out of."
"You kill me?"
"That's the plan."
"I don't want to have to kill you little girl."
"How many times do I have to say this? Girls kick ass, and I will win. I've got the gene pool working in my favour here - I can't say the same for you."
He whipped a gun out of his coat and pointed it at her, causing her to laugh,
"You haven't figured this out yet, have you? You think that you can pull out your plastic pistol and point it at me, the genetic soldier. And you'll walk right out of this place, get on your private helicopter back to your country and create a whole army of mutants? But it's really the other way around. You think I'm the whack? The fact is, you're the whack. See, what you don't know is you're already in the last two minutes of your life."
She blurred at him, grabbing his gun and pushing him onto the ground,
"And another thing I just seem to keep repeating, I hate guns!"
Max raised her head to one side, hearing a helicopter in the distance approaching,
"You know, I wasn't going to kill you. I was just going to relocate you, I never thought that you were actually what Lydecker said you were."
"What am I?"
"You're a monster. You want to fool around to create the perfect soldier, but what you want to do is wrong."
"You're soldier, created."
"Yeah, created in a lab. By a sick bastard like you. When will you people learn? You can't play god! It just doesn't work like that!"
"Please, don't kill me!"
"Begging, a sign of weakness. What sort of role model would you be for your soldiers anyway?"
"You're a killer."
"Straight up."
She snapped his neck, looking down regretfully, coldly at his body one last time before she ran off. Even her genetic eyes not capturing the silver briefcase on the front seat of the limo.
* * * * *
Seattle; New Manticore Holding Facility; October 19th 2022
0100 hours
Max stalked into the holding facility, giving grudged looks at the X7s she passed by. This place was very different to the layout she had experienced twice at the old Gillette facility. Here, she realised it was much more laid back with soldiers not barricaded, locked in and lights turned off at a certain time. She guessed they had free rein in a way. Not to say that she wasn't tempted to set them all free again. She made her way into the room Alec was supposed to be in, stopping angrily as she saw him sitting comfortably watching television with Ben and Lydecker, the three laughing as though they were old buddies. She coughed loudly at the doorway, making her presence known. He ignored her, continuing to be entertained by the junk of his boob tube.
"So I go out, get my ass kicked and kill a guy, while you sit here all cosy and comfy watching TV?"
"What can I say I've always had a love for it."
* * * * *
Flashback:
Alec stretched out on the bed in his crappy No-Tel Motel room, his eyes glued on the TV, despite their being a woman next to him. She leaned over and touched his barcode,
"This is so cool. Does it say how much you cost?"
She giggled and Alec didn't budge his gaze as he answered,
"A lot more than you, sweetheart."
"Is it a gang thing?"
"You guessed my secret."
"So how come you're not out gangbanging, then?"
"Well, 'cause sometimes a guy can have a lot more fun on his own."
"So you're on the lam."
"Oh, you're so intuitive. Hey...(Hands her some cash)...Why don't you go grab us something to eat, will you?"
"Okay."
"Okay."
She dressed and Alec resumed his concentration on the TV.
* * * * *
"Answer me Alec! What the hell were you doing just sitting around all chummy with them?"
"I don't know how I am supposed to answer that Max. Did you just expect me to sit around all pining for you for four days? I was bored, they gave me a TV and I asked them if they wanted to stick around because as much as I love the tube, I need some human company otherwise I go stir crazy!"
"Whatever."
"How did your errand go anyway, walk away with some satisfactory blood on your hands?"
" You're an asshole."
She stormed out and he watched after her, feeling almost proud at having affected her with his words for once.
* * * * *
To be continued...
Author's Note:
Isn't she just a bitch? Yeah I thought that as she becomes more impatient with the oncoming end of the world and all she should revert to her original self - Max the bitch (and I love her still, Jessica Alba is one of my favourite actresses). So anyways, it's getting pretty close and what is going to happen? Really, I don't know. Well I kind of do but if you people review I might know faster. He he...