Have people stopped reading this? Has it gotten stupid? I really want your feedback because I want to know what you think. And if I'm asking what you think of this that means I want to know if it's nice or mean.

Damn it!!!! I was planning on posting this yesterday morning but the damn line is busy, why in hell do they let people sign up to them if they don't have enough lines so everyone can connect?! I'm going to cuss their sorry asses out!!!



Hey I think this is one of my longest chapters yet!!



Oh yes and mos important of all : MERRY CHRISTMAS

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Max paced nervously around Jam Pony, "Where is Alec?" Original Cindy asked concerned.

"I don't know, he...God! Normal, I need to go check on Alec!"

"Why? You said he was sick two weeks ago."

Max almost cursed under her breath, why in the world was his name Normal, he was anything but... especially with that nasty little fascination he has with Alec who in turn milks it for all it's worth and his damn memory was starting to piss her off, "He has that new kind of flu, I thinks he's finally getting over it but..."

"And why couldn't he call?"

"He lost his voice!"

"If he's almost over it then what's the problem?"

"It could get worse again, you know what the news said about it... extremely contagious." Max said as she gave him an innocent smile.

"Are you getting it?" Normal asked as he took a step away from her.

"I don't think so I haven't yet. Can I go check on him?"

"Go." Normal said as he took another step away from her, "and take the rest of the day off."

"Thanks Norm," Max said as she ran off to try and find Alec.

~*~

White laughed as he looked down at the prone form of X5-494. Metal cuffs kept him to the metal bed and a white sheet covered him to his waist. His sweat covered body shook again from yet another tremor and the smile on White's face grew wider. Yes, this filth deserved to suffer the pain that White was now putting him through. He reached out and grabbed the needle from the technician that was about to inject it into their subject, "Let me." Was all he said.

The technician nodded his head then grabbed a hold of 494's arm to keep him still, "he is ready."

White knew that the transgenic was awake even though he looked as if he were asleep. So he decided to talk to him, "You know, I could easily give you relief from all of this pain. I know you want to, why do you stand up for her? She doesn't even want to save you? You've been here for two weeks, she would have come for you already if she wanted to get you. She doesn't return those feelings of affection that you have for her."

494 opened up his eyes and turned his head to look over at White. The state that he was still in cracked him up, two weeks and he still hadn't completely healed. The small, almost undetectable dent in his skull was a hilarious site. 494 spit into White's left eye with superb aim. White's hand slammed into 494's face but did not wipe the smirk off of his face.

White stabbed the needle into 494's arm with painful force and the burning fluid made it's way through his veins. 494 closed his eyes and let the pain run it's course. He had no idea who this girl was that White talked about daily but it didn't seem to him like it was he who was in love with her but it was White who was. Why else would he want her so bad ?

The memories of other people took him over again. He had no idea what they were saying anymore and their names had become a loss to him a couple of days ago but it was still the only thing he had to do nowadays and every time he thought he was almost done more surfaces. It was almost funny.

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Max slowly drank the beer that sat in front of her waiting for the call from Logan that she was suppose to be getting about the newest tip on Alec's location, "it's okay, boo, you'll find him."

"It's been two weeks and a half, it's too long!"

"I know, but he's strong, he's still alive." Original Cindy , voicing Max's fears.

"Even a transgenic can only take so much..."

"Alec isn't your ordinary Transgenic though."

"Point taken. Let's go, I'm tired of getting drunk."

O.C. shook her head and grabbed her purse, "Boo, you were drunk before you got here."

Max looked at O.C. then laughed, "Yeah well, I was trying to break my record."

As they walked out of crash a lone figure stumbled down the alley trying to catch his footing or at least not fall in yet another puddle.

"Hey, you, do you need help?" A some how familiar voice called from behind him.

He turned to around to see who was offering him help but he fell down to the ground and began to shake slightly.

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What do you think?

Okay, now I have to thank my twin sister for reminding me that if you don't have any memory you don't know who you are so in other words.