Title: Infinity (3/?)
Author: Xtrekangel
Summary: Logan and Max have a chat.
Rating: PG
Endorse: The show and characters belong to FOX and Cameron, and whoever else. Story is mine.
Feedback: Please send feedback, please so I can continue to write. xtrekangel@yahoo.com. Archive anywhere as long as you ask me, and my name is attached and so on.
Notes: You can check out more of my fic http://www.angelfire.com/scifi2/xfilefic/index.html. This is a revised version, mainly being that it's longer. I've had a major case of writers block for my DA fics that doesn't seem to want to go away, so I'm sorry for anyone who is still sticking around to read them.
A small cry of desperation parted her parched lips. Nightmares plagued her mind, making her relive the moments that she wanted to go away. She growled and stood up throwing the bottle she held against the wall. It shattered, throwing glass and liquor everywhere. Sitting here in her own self pity for days, what had she become? Sitting back down on the bed she pulled on her boots then her coat and stormed out of the room. A man walking down the hall drunkenly spat some lewd remarks, and she pushed him away, sending him against the wall. Any sober being would know to stay out of her way just by the look of her. Completely dressed in black, an angry look upon her face, a determined walk, her trench coat flowing out behind her, her hair spilling down across her shoulders.
Maybe she had given up too easily, maybe she had given in too easily. Maybe she had done a lot of things she shouldn't have done, but that still didn't bring back the lives of those people.
It seemed to rain constantly here, never ending sadness and gloom with the occasional flash of lightning and boom of thunder. Max stepped out into the torrent, her boots splashing into the mucky pools of water and who knows what else. Looking up into the rain, she felt the water wash away the sweat and liquor smell she had acquired. Then she turned and walked down the sidewalk, not exactly sure where she was going, but she would rot if she continued to sit in her room.
'Max.' The sound of her name was faint, she thought it was a hallucination, and only paused ion her step a second before continuing on.
'Max!' Her name louder, footsteps behind her. She stopped, and for a brief moment smiled as she turned around and caught site of Logan and Original Cindy moving towards her. But her smile soon faded as she came to her senses.
'What are you doing here, how did you find me?'
'Max, I told you I'd find you.' Logan said quietly. A smile and a frown played at his lips, as if he couldn't decided on which emotion to show.
'I cant let a girl be here by herself.' O.C. said with a grin.
'I cant…….I can't come back I told you that.' Max turned around.
'We can help boo.' O.C. pleaded stepping up behind her.
'You can't bring those people back!' Max yelled violently turning to face them. 'You can't bring back the people I killed! I've become what I was made to be.' Her eyes glowed at them with anger and hatred, all aimed at herself. 'Goodbye.' Her voice wavered slightly as she turned and strode back off into the night.
'What we gonna do?' Cindy asked quietly still staring into the space Max had been standing.
'We're going to stay here and we're going to change her mind.' Logan moved beside her.
'She's trippin. How are we gonna get her to change her mind?'
'We have to show her she's not as bad as she thinks.' He sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. 'Let's find a place to stay.' She gave him a look of disgust. 'I have some connections, we can find a clean place.'
Max stood in the shadows watching their conversation. She didn't want things to be complicated, she didn't want to hurt them, she just wanted to accept what her life had become.
She had been made to be a soldier, to do the dirty work. Now that she had actually done the thing she was bred to do, kill, she was torn. Max had spent her life living as a normal person and good thief. Then Logan showed up and turned her into a crusader for the people, doing what was right.
Why couldn't she just accept what she is? She's a killer.
TBC Advice, help, comments greatly needed. I need help to get over this writers block which is greatly frustrating.
Author: Xtrekangel
Summary: Logan and Max have a chat.
Rating: PG
Endorse: The show and characters belong to FOX and Cameron, and whoever else. Story is mine.
Feedback: Please send feedback, please so I can continue to write. xtrekangel@yahoo.com. Archive anywhere as long as you ask me, and my name is attached and so on.
Notes: You can check out more of my fic http://www.angelfire.com/scifi2/xfilefic/index.html. This is a revised version, mainly being that it's longer. I've had a major case of writers block for my DA fics that doesn't seem to want to go away, so I'm sorry for anyone who is still sticking around to read them.
A small cry of desperation parted her parched lips. Nightmares plagued her mind, making her relive the moments that she wanted to go away. She growled and stood up throwing the bottle she held against the wall. It shattered, throwing glass and liquor everywhere. Sitting here in her own self pity for days, what had she become? Sitting back down on the bed she pulled on her boots then her coat and stormed out of the room. A man walking down the hall drunkenly spat some lewd remarks, and she pushed him away, sending him against the wall. Any sober being would know to stay out of her way just by the look of her. Completely dressed in black, an angry look upon her face, a determined walk, her trench coat flowing out behind her, her hair spilling down across her shoulders.
Maybe she had given up too easily, maybe she had given in too easily. Maybe she had done a lot of things she shouldn't have done, but that still didn't bring back the lives of those people.
It seemed to rain constantly here, never ending sadness and gloom with the occasional flash of lightning and boom of thunder. Max stepped out into the torrent, her boots splashing into the mucky pools of water and who knows what else. Looking up into the rain, she felt the water wash away the sweat and liquor smell she had acquired. Then she turned and walked down the sidewalk, not exactly sure where she was going, but she would rot if she continued to sit in her room.
'Max.' The sound of her name was faint, she thought it was a hallucination, and only paused ion her step a second before continuing on.
'Max!' Her name louder, footsteps behind her. She stopped, and for a brief moment smiled as she turned around and caught site of Logan and Original Cindy moving towards her. But her smile soon faded as she came to her senses.
'What are you doing here, how did you find me?'
'Max, I told you I'd find you.' Logan said quietly. A smile and a frown played at his lips, as if he couldn't decided on which emotion to show.
'I cant let a girl be here by herself.' O.C. said with a grin.
'I cant…….I can't come back I told you that.' Max turned around.
'We can help boo.' O.C. pleaded stepping up behind her.
'You can't bring those people back!' Max yelled violently turning to face them. 'You can't bring back the people I killed! I've become what I was made to be.' Her eyes glowed at them with anger and hatred, all aimed at herself. 'Goodbye.' Her voice wavered slightly as she turned and strode back off into the night.
'What we gonna do?' Cindy asked quietly still staring into the space Max had been standing.
'We're going to stay here and we're going to change her mind.' Logan moved beside her.
'She's trippin. How are we gonna get her to change her mind?'
'We have to show her she's not as bad as she thinks.' He sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. 'Let's find a place to stay.' She gave him a look of disgust. 'I have some connections, we can find a clean place.'
Max stood in the shadows watching their conversation. She didn't want things to be complicated, she didn't want to hurt them, she just wanted to accept what her life had become.
She had been made to be a soldier, to do the dirty work. Now that she had actually done the thing she was bred to do, kill, she was torn. Max had spent her life living as a normal person and good thief. Then Logan showed up and turned her into a crusader for the people, doing what was right.
Why couldn't she just accept what she is? She's a killer.
TBC Advice, help, comments greatly needed. I need help to get over this writers block which is greatly frustrating.
