Disclaimer: I don't own them, you think I would be working my rear off,
and going to college if I did?
Thank you so much for the reviews! Group Hug and all that. I am so
sorry about the formatting of the first chapter. I am a bit new to this;
but hopefully I am getting the hang of it. As far as a specific pairing, I
have not made a decision yet; however, I am thinking that it will be M/A.
On the other hand, I may not have any pairings at all in this story. I
began this story mainly because a psychology class gave me an interesting
idea. On a brief side note, for the purposes of this story, Biggs is still
alive. So sit back, pull out the popcorn, and don't fear to tell me if it
stinks. (Okay, if it does stink please say it nicely, I am a sensitive
soul).
The shiver runs up your spine, starting slowly at the bottom, and then speeding dizzyingly till it reaches your head. You jerk sharply, the motion shakes you out of your reverie, and your stare turns forward. Why? A misfiring of neurons, an unanticipated sound or motion which startles you, or little black ants running over the ground that will someday be your final resting place? I don't want to lose all of this, but even more I know that the death must be ended, and if not me, then whom?
Just five seconds ago, Alec's little speech had sent a thrill up my spine. It made me want to crack him right in the nose, wipe that god damned know-it- all expression right off his smug little face. Although thinking back on it, his face hadn't really looked all that smug. Why did he have to make those little provocative, nevertheless unhelpful and depressing statements?
But of course, the asshole would have to be right; so immediately and disastrously right. It took exactly five seconds for these thoughts to fly through my brain, even in moments of deep duress my genetically engineered internal clock kept perfect time.
We moved in a whirlwind of speed, Alec, CeCe, Biggs, and me, moves exactly matched. No need to fear exposure at a moment such as this, every normal in Jam Pony was flinging themselves in the ninety different directions that they hoped would lead them to safety. The four of us tore out of the back door unnoticed and unscathed.
It was torture, an eternity, even sprinting towards the ensuing battle at high speed, I felt that I wouldn't make it their fast enough. Then suddenly, it all stopped, sound, motion, all of it. My legs felt gelatinous for a moment, and Alec's hands steadied my arm with a grip like a vice. Surrounded by thirty members of the Seattle SWAT team, Joshua stood tall and proud, and at second glance, he was not alone. I easily picked out the distinctive faces of Mole and Dix, and for some ungodly reason the two of them seemed to be supporting a pregnant girl and a little boy.
"We need a plan." My voice is steady, it has to be, Alec is the, rush in now and damn the consequences later, kind of guy and that is my Joshua out there.
"Take me hostage." It was an insane statement, leave it to Alec to say such a thing.
"Alec is right Max, you take him, and I'll take Biggs. Obviously, White and his gang aren't here yet. To give the devil his due, he would never let a situation become this out of hand, or this public." An irritated retort forms on my lips, but CeCe heads me off again. "It's a basic tactic. Also, since I know that you are going to ask, the smaller person takes the larger person hostage. That way, when you hold the person in front of you, they cover your body more securely."
"Max, I know how you seriously dislike guns and all that, but you might consider overcoming your girlish qualms for a few moments. The cops seem to be getting itchy trigger fingers, and I am rather attached to Big Fella too." Ah, I see the familiar gleam in his green eyes, and I know that he won't let me down, "Besides, you'd get to hold me real close."
I smack him, it is the only possible dignified response. Then in a fluid motion that would do Manticore proud, I reach behind Alec's back and pull the glock that will too predictably concealed in his waistband. His face falls, as my lips curve into a smile. Let the ass think that he's becoming predictable, I had really seen him pull the gun out of his locker before we began our mad little dash; but then, there really wasn't any need for him to know that.
In some deranged parody of an old Western movie, I fire Alec's gun in the air, then CeCe and I march our prisoners out into the square.
I take a childish moment of joy in the look of panic and confusion in the faces of the SWAT team. So few pleasures in life are as poignant as petty revenge. "Okay fellas, no sudden moves or Bob and Charlie here get it. We'll keep it simple, you let me and mine walk into that nice old, abandoned factory and everyone turns out happy."
The brightest looking of the police nods his head, in rapt and silent communication with his earphones. Then slowly he motions Joshua and the rest to back towards me. I breathe my first true breath since the first bullet flew.
Of course, things couldn't go smoothly for me. This is my life, there always has to be a cute little twist. It seems that Agent White's timing was as picture perfect as mine was not.
The shiver runs up your spine, starting slowly at the bottom, and then speeding dizzyingly till it reaches your head. You jerk sharply, the motion shakes you out of your reverie, and your stare turns forward. Why? A misfiring of neurons, an unanticipated sound or motion which startles you, or little black ants running over the ground that will someday be your final resting place? I don't want to lose all of this, but even more I know that the death must be ended, and if not me, then whom?
Just five seconds ago, Alec's little speech had sent a thrill up my spine. It made me want to crack him right in the nose, wipe that god damned know-it- all expression right off his smug little face. Although thinking back on it, his face hadn't really looked all that smug. Why did he have to make those little provocative, nevertheless unhelpful and depressing statements?
But of course, the asshole would have to be right; so immediately and disastrously right. It took exactly five seconds for these thoughts to fly through my brain, even in moments of deep duress my genetically engineered internal clock kept perfect time.
We moved in a whirlwind of speed, Alec, CeCe, Biggs, and me, moves exactly matched. No need to fear exposure at a moment such as this, every normal in Jam Pony was flinging themselves in the ninety different directions that they hoped would lead them to safety. The four of us tore out of the back door unnoticed and unscathed.
It was torture, an eternity, even sprinting towards the ensuing battle at high speed, I felt that I wouldn't make it their fast enough. Then suddenly, it all stopped, sound, motion, all of it. My legs felt gelatinous for a moment, and Alec's hands steadied my arm with a grip like a vice. Surrounded by thirty members of the Seattle SWAT team, Joshua stood tall and proud, and at second glance, he was not alone. I easily picked out the distinctive faces of Mole and Dix, and for some ungodly reason the two of them seemed to be supporting a pregnant girl and a little boy.
"We need a plan." My voice is steady, it has to be, Alec is the, rush in now and damn the consequences later, kind of guy and that is my Joshua out there.
"Take me hostage." It was an insane statement, leave it to Alec to say such a thing.
"Alec is right Max, you take him, and I'll take Biggs. Obviously, White and his gang aren't here yet. To give the devil his due, he would never let a situation become this out of hand, or this public." An irritated retort forms on my lips, but CeCe heads me off again. "It's a basic tactic. Also, since I know that you are going to ask, the smaller person takes the larger person hostage. That way, when you hold the person in front of you, they cover your body more securely."
"Max, I know how you seriously dislike guns and all that, but you might consider overcoming your girlish qualms for a few moments. The cops seem to be getting itchy trigger fingers, and I am rather attached to Big Fella too." Ah, I see the familiar gleam in his green eyes, and I know that he won't let me down, "Besides, you'd get to hold me real close."
I smack him, it is the only possible dignified response. Then in a fluid motion that would do Manticore proud, I reach behind Alec's back and pull the glock that will too predictably concealed in his waistband. His face falls, as my lips curve into a smile. Let the ass think that he's becoming predictable, I had really seen him pull the gun out of his locker before we began our mad little dash; but then, there really wasn't any need for him to know that.
In some deranged parody of an old Western movie, I fire Alec's gun in the air, then CeCe and I march our prisoners out into the square.
I take a childish moment of joy in the look of panic and confusion in the faces of the SWAT team. So few pleasures in life are as poignant as petty revenge. "Okay fellas, no sudden moves or Bob and Charlie here get it. We'll keep it simple, you let me and mine walk into that nice old, abandoned factory and everyone turns out happy."
The brightest looking of the police nods his head, in rapt and silent communication with his earphones. Then slowly he motions Joshua and the rest to back towards me. I breathe my first true breath since the first bullet flew.
Of course, things couldn't go smoothly for me. This is my life, there always has to be a cute little twist. It seems that Agent White's timing was as picture perfect as mine was not.