Disclaimer: No one reads this, you all know I don't own DA.
Author's Note: IF YOU ALREADY READ THIS CHAPTER I RE-POSTED IT AFTER FIXING SOME ERRORS. Well well, some of you are using your brains. But when you think about it.it's logic. Can't give anymore away. Thanks for the great reviews. I need some more to continue the story. If you like this one check out my other works.
Dedication: No idea on this one. Use your imagination.
Ch 2
"Alec what the heck are you talking about?" Max demanded as she peered through the curtains so as not to be seen. "No one's out there. You're too paranoid." She declared plopping onto the couch next to him. "Can we go to work now?" she questioned. Grief, she thought, this is like checking for monster's under a kids bed. Though she didn't say anything for fear of damaging Alec's ego.
Alec stared at his feet, then put his hands on his knees and pushed against them; helping him to stand up. "Yeah,.sure.let's go." He said uncertainly and patted Max on the back in an effort to reassure both himself and her.
The hunter was precariously perched on Max's roof, hanging upside down from the rain-gutter. He was able to see the scene that lay inside her house through the small slit where the two curtains met. A smug smirk tugged at his lips. This would be easy. He waited patiently until he heard the front door open and saw them ride away together, then he slipped off the roof and into the house.
She left it on the end table. Tisk, tisk, Maxie. You should never make someone else's mission easy. He grabbed the beeper and looked at it. Logan Cale? Wasn't he that cyber journalist? He'd have to shut him up before he could kill Alec or it would ruin everything. He would deal with Logan later, right now he had more important business to attend to.
The stranger jumped from building to building, following Max and Alec until they stopped at a building, dismounted, and walked inside. The hunter focused his eyes on the sign; like binoculars his genetically enhanced eyes allowed him to read the sign; Jam Pony. He took out his paper and pen and wrote it down: Jam Pony at nine. Then he stuck the paper and pen back in his coat pocket. Effortlessly he leapt off the cement roof and gracefully landed on the ground in a crouching position. He sauntered over to a window and peered inside, observing their actions until he knew their every move. Satisfied he walked over to a glass telephone booth and flipped through the yellow pages of the phone book. "C...C...C..." he muttered under his breath. His eyes scanned the pages quickly and at last rested on a name. He ripped the page out and stuffed it in his pocked. So Mr. Cale, you live in a penthouse, huh? The hunter slipped into the shadows and ran at inhuman speed toward Max's house. Within seconds he located his car. It was parked at a neighbor's house at the end of the street. He decided it was time he met Mr. Cale. ****
Logan tried paging Max again. Why didn't she call him? Suddenly there was a knock at the door. That was probably Max, responding to his beep. He scooted his chair away from the computer and walked deliberately towards the door.
He unbolted the top lock by sliding it to the right and then unlocked the one on the handle by turning the small knob horizontal. He had scarcely finished this task when the door was forcefully pushed open, causing him to go flying backwards and skid towards the computer desk. Upon impact with the desk his head snapped and smashed into the desk, then fell into his chest, and sprung back once more conking on the desk and knocking him unconscious.
He awoke minutes later bound to his computer chair and gagged. The curtains were drawn tightly together, making the room pitch black. His hands were tied behind his back, and more rope wound tightly around his body secured him to the chair. His ankles were tied on the legs of the chair. He felt groggy and his vision was blurry. His head throbbed with pain. He could taste blood in his mouth. He began to nod off when a voice from behind him boomed.
"Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. We meet at last Mr. Cale. Tell me Logan," he said, his voice demeaning, "did you REALLY think you could warn Max about me before I found you?" he scoffed.
Logan glared at him.
"Lesson number one, never underestimate the enemy." He untied the gag and then paced around Logan, who's stare remained undaunted. The captor stared back at him. This human was judging him. "How dare you!" he exclaimed in an outburst. "You have no right to judge me!" he declared through gritted teeth. "Show your respect! I went through years of endless torture, trying to become a so-called perfect soldier. And now, NOW you have the audacity to judge me and my actions?!" The intruder lost his temper and lashed out at Logan, slapping him with the back of his hand. The slap had so much force that it cause him to cough up blood. He paced back and forth in front of Logan. "Still speechless? I thought journalists always had something to say. No matter." He declared pulling up a chair and turning it around so he could lean fold his arms over the top of the chair. Logan spat in his captors face in a show of defiance. "I admire you, but insubordination never was tolerated in Manticore." He pummeled Logan's trunk and punched him in the face until his face was bruised and his eyes were encircled in black rings.
After the beatings had stopped Logan dared to ask a question. "Why?" he gasped, his breath racked with torment.
"She makes me do it. The Blue Lady..." He voice sounded distant and child-like.
As quickly as he had departed from reality he returned and paced back and forth some more, hands behind his back in a military manner. "While you were asleep, I took the liberty of checking out your research on the computer." Logan lifted an eyebrow in question. "Your password was easy, Logie boy." The stranger taunted.
Logan listened as the transgenic insulted him. He sounded exactly like Alec.
"If you dare tell Max anything, I'll kill you. As you know I have no trouble doing that." He grabbed a large kitchen knife off the computer and twirled it. Logan immediately recognized it as his.
"I'll cut your teeth out, one by one and listen to your scream, begging for me to spare your life. And then.." He slowly cut the rope off of Logan's wrists, letting each thread snap until only one was left, which he sliced carelessly, causing Logan's wrists to bleed. "I'll slit your wrists. Then, I'll slowly cut into your chest, making the pain unbearable." He raised the knife above his head, with both hands grasped around the handle. Logan turned his head away and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the torment to begin. The hunter brought the knife down in a swooshing motion and laughed. He enjoyed the power he held over people's lives. Logan opened an eye and looked down at his chest, the rope was cut in half and lay in a heap at his feet.
"Kill me if you want, but I'll still warn Max!" Logan declared as his captor was knelt down slicing the ropes off his ankles. He stood up abruptly and glared at Logan.
"What did you say??" he asked in disbelief, growing angrier with him by the second. "I guess I'll just have to make you comply."
"I'll die before that happens." He fearlessly retorted.
"Really?" his captor's eyes lighted up and an amused expression danced on his face. He slowly walked around Logan, allowing him to watch as he paced. Without warning he punched Logan in the jaw with such force that his glasses broke in half and flew off his face.
For the next two hours he continued to beat the journalist, taking out the years of frustration and feelings of inadequacy Manticore had instilled in him. He talked in between blows. "Every day I asked, why me? Why did I have to be born into this life? Why couldn't I have a regular childhood and be normal? Where we my rights?! I was compassionate once you know. But then Manticore taught me that feelings were weakness. And you know what?! They were right!"
After the two hours were up he stopped, panting. Logan slowly lifted his chin an inch above his chest so that he could see. He was barely conscious. "Please, don't kill me." He begged. The pain had become unbearable. "I'll do anything, just don't kill me."
The intruder waved his hand in a continue motion.
"I promise, I won't tell Max." As quick as he had come the intruder opened the window and jumped out. Logan watched as he ran away.
What have I done? He wondered.
Author's Note: Well???? How did I do?
Author's Note: IF YOU ALREADY READ THIS CHAPTER I RE-POSTED IT AFTER FIXING SOME ERRORS. Well well, some of you are using your brains. But when you think about it.it's logic. Can't give anymore away. Thanks for the great reviews. I need some more to continue the story. If you like this one check out my other works.
Dedication: No idea on this one. Use your imagination.
Ch 2
"Alec what the heck are you talking about?" Max demanded as she peered through the curtains so as not to be seen. "No one's out there. You're too paranoid." She declared plopping onto the couch next to him. "Can we go to work now?" she questioned. Grief, she thought, this is like checking for monster's under a kids bed. Though she didn't say anything for fear of damaging Alec's ego.
Alec stared at his feet, then put his hands on his knees and pushed against them; helping him to stand up. "Yeah,.sure.let's go." He said uncertainly and patted Max on the back in an effort to reassure both himself and her.
The hunter was precariously perched on Max's roof, hanging upside down from the rain-gutter. He was able to see the scene that lay inside her house through the small slit where the two curtains met. A smug smirk tugged at his lips. This would be easy. He waited patiently until he heard the front door open and saw them ride away together, then he slipped off the roof and into the house.
She left it on the end table. Tisk, tisk, Maxie. You should never make someone else's mission easy. He grabbed the beeper and looked at it. Logan Cale? Wasn't he that cyber journalist? He'd have to shut him up before he could kill Alec or it would ruin everything. He would deal with Logan later, right now he had more important business to attend to.
The stranger jumped from building to building, following Max and Alec until they stopped at a building, dismounted, and walked inside. The hunter focused his eyes on the sign; like binoculars his genetically enhanced eyes allowed him to read the sign; Jam Pony. He took out his paper and pen and wrote it down: Jam Pony at nine. Then he stuck the paper and pen back in his coat pocket. Effortlessly he leapt off the cement roof and gracefully landed on the ground in a crouching position. He sauntered over to a window and peered inside, observing their actions until he knew their every move. Satisfied he walked over to a glass telephone booth and flipped through the yellow pages of the phone book. "C...C...C..." he muttered under his breath. His eyes scanned the pages quickly and at last rested on a name. He ripped the page out and stuffed it in his pocked. So Mr. Cale, you live in a penthouse, huh? The hunter slipped into the shadows and ran at inhuman speed toward Max's house. Within seconds he located his car. It was parked at a neighbor's house at the end of the street. He decided it was time he met Mr. Cale. ****
Logan tried paging Max again. Why didn't she call him? Suddenly there was a knock at the door. That was probably Max, responding to his beep. He scooted his chair away from the computer and walked deliberately towards the door.
He unbolted the top lock by sliding it to the right and then unlocked the one on the handle by turning the small knob horizontal. He had scarcely finished this task when the door was forcefully pushed open, causing him to go flying backwards and skid towards the computer desk. Upon impact with the desk his head snapped and smashed into the desk, then fell into his chest, and sprung back once more conking on the desk and knocking him unconscious.
He awoke minutes later bound to his computer chair and gagged. The curtains were drawn tightly together, making the room pitch black. His hands were tied behind his back, and more rope wound tightly around his body secured him to the chair. His ankles were tied on the legs of the chair. He felt groggy and his vision was blurry. His head throbbed with pain. He could taste blood in his mouth. He began to nod off when a voice from behind him boomed.
"Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. We meet at last Mr. Cale. Tell me Logan," he said, his voice demeaning, "did you REALLY think you could warn Max about me before I found you?" he scoffed.
Logan glared at him.
"Lesson number one, never underestimate the enemy." He untied the gag and then paced around Logan, who's stare remained undaunted. The captor stared back at him. This human was judging him. "How dare you!" he exclaimed in an outburst. "You have no right to judge me!" he declared through gritted teeth. "Show your respect! I went through years of endless torture, trying to become a so-called perfect soldier. And now, NOW you have the audacity to judge me and my actions?!" The intruder lost his temper and lashed out at Logan, slapping him with the back of his hand. The slap had so much force that it cause him to cough up blood. He paced back and forth in front of Logan. "Still speechless? I thought journalists always had something to say. No matter." He declared pulling up a chair and turning it around so he could lean fold his arms over the top of the chair. Logan spat in his captors face in a show of defiance. "I admire you, but insubordination never was tolerated in Manticore." He pummeled Logan's trunk and punched him in the face until his face was bruised and his eyes were encircled in black rings.
After the beatings had stopped Logan dared to ask a question. "Why?" he gasped, his breath racked with torment.
"She makes me do it. The Blue Lady..." He voice sounded distant and child-like.
As quickly as he had departed from reality he returned and paced back and forth some more, hands behind his back in a military manner. "While you were asleep, I took the liberty of checking out your research on the computer." Logan lifted an eyebrow in question. "Your password was easy, Logie boy." The stranger taunted.
Logan listened as the transgenic insulted him. He sounded exactly like Alec.
"If you dare tell Max anything, I'll kill you. As you know I have no trouble doing that." He grabbed a large kitchen knife off the computer and twirled it. Logan immediately recognized it as his.
"I'll cut your teeth out, one by one and listen to your scream, begging for me to spare your life. And then.." He slowly cut the rope off of Logan's wrists, letting each thread snap until only one was left, which he sliced carelessly, causing Logan's wrists to bleed. "I'll slit your wrists. Then, I'll slowly cut into your chest, making the pain unbearable." He raised the knife above his head, with both hands grasped around the handle. Logan turned his head away and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the torment to begin. The hunter brought the knife down in a swooshing motion and laughed. He enjoyed the power he held over people's lives. Logan opened an eye and looked down at his chest, the rope was cut in half and lay in a heap at his feet.
"Kill me if you want, but I'll still warn Max!" Logan declared as his captor was knelt down slicing the ropes off his ankles. He stood up abruptly and glared at Logan.
"What did you say??" he asked in disbelief, growing angrier with him by the second. "I guess I'll just have to make you comply."
"I'll die before that happens." He fearlessly retorted.
"Really?" his captor's eyes lighted up and an amused expression danced on his face. He slowly walked around Logan, allowing him to watch as he paced. Without warning he punched Logan in the jaw with such force that his glasses broke in half and flew off his face.
For the next two hours he continued to beat the journalist, taking out the years of frustration and feelings of inadequacy Manticore had instilled in him. He talked in between blows. "Every day I asked, why me? Why did I have to be born into this life? Why couldn't I have a regular childhood and be normal? Where we my rights?! I was compassionate once you know. But then Manticore taught me that feelings were weakness. And you know what?! They were right!"
After the two hours were up he stopped, panting. Logan slowly lifted his chin an inch above his chest so that he could see. He was barely conscious. "Please, don't kill me." He begged. The pain had become unbearable. "I'll do anything, just don't kill me."
The intruder waved his hand in a continue motion.
"I promise, I won't tell Max." As quick as he had come the intruder opened the window and jumped out. Logan watched as he ran away.
What have I done? He wondered.
Author's Note: Well???? How did I do?