Made of Steel

Chp 8

Until death do us part.

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OK, I know it took me a little longer to update than before. Someone commented that I do that fast. I started writing four fic at the same time , like 9 months ago. I have (big number here) pages of nothing but dialog for each story, After I have that I let my muse fill in the blank. it just so happen that Made of Steel, is calling my name. When I posted the first chapter I could have post up to chapter 7, but I had to change some things. Due to (something bad here) I lost my muse for a few week, so I just gave you guys some chapter I had on hold. Everything is back to normal now, so I'll try to update asap. Thank you for reading. Enjoy.

Oh, I'll proof my stuff better. (Someone e-mail me if you wouldn't mind proofing it over for me)

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Terry parked the car outside Hamilton high football field. He had four hours before he had to pick Matt up from his school weekend field trip. He had tracked Max down here, he remembered Blade had dance line try outs and had asked all the girls to be here to cheer her on. He made his way into the arena, the grass was loaded with players and cheerleaders. The far side, he saw the silver clad dance line busting a move. He looked up the row of bleacher, saw the crew laying back in the sun, but no pink hair. He thought it a good thing to wait there and try to catch her before she went in. He and Max hadn't had real conversation time in the last two weeks or so. Their class schedule changed, and as it always seems to go; they were on opposite sides of Hamilton.

He saw Dana stand up and clap for Blade when it was her turn. He thought it no time like the present to mended things after their last conversation. Terry walked over, up the bleachers to them. Most said there hello's and gave waves. Chelsea looked off like he wasn't there. Blade finished, took a seat next to her and did the same. Dana glared at the two and waved Terry to follow her down. "Let talk somewhere else." She said.

They stood at the base of the bleachers. Terry slipped his hands in his pockets and waited for Dana to speak.

"Don't pay any attention to them."

Terry glanced back up to the girls, "I guess they have right not to like me." He returned.

Dana smiled. "I haven't told them."

Terry eyebrow shot up. Dana laughed and playfully nudged him on the shoulder. "Were best of friends, but US breaking up is our business. I know you think I listen to them about everything, but I listen to their opinions because we're friends. I can figure out the important stuff all by myself."

Terry laughed. Dana just smiled, looking at him like crazy. He shock it off " Nothing, just something Max said. Speaking of have you seen her?"

Dana looked at her watch. "When we talked, she was just leaving from visiting Leo's, said she was coming. She should be here by now."

Terry looked around the field by chance she was walking up. "Where does Leo live?" He asked

"Across Gotham square, not even 20 minutes. I'll call again." Dana pulled her cell from her pocket.

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Maxine sat on the fountain in the heart of Gotham. She had a dizzy spell. She stood up, the world around her had stopped spinning. She hurried on until he reached the field entrance.

"You look lovely today, Maxine."

Max stopped walking, turned around, Trevor slowly walked up to her. She took a few steps away from him. He stopped, regarded her attitude toward him, He smiled. " I should apologize for my behavior. I never meant to cause you, of all people, harm."

She didn't say anything. Trevor's smile faded. He need some sort of response from her. She couldn't still be angry at him. " Maxine, I'm sorry about your shoulder, I didn't think it would hurt as much after the hit I gave you."

Max's eyes shot open. "What did you give me?" She asked walking up to him.

He watched her come towards him. She stopped about a foot or so away from him. His sly smile returned. "My little secret." He whispered, resting a hand on her wrist.

She grabbed his hand and throw it off, and started to walk away.

Evidence.

They needed something to link the twins to Cree's death. She turned back around.

"Then tell me where to get it."

"Get it?" He played stupid. " You got it." He pulled an injection from his pocket. "I have it here."

He walked up to Max, slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. She put one hand on his shoulder and tried to push away. Trevor grip hardened, he waved the hit in her face. She reached for it, he pulled it back. Trevor's finger begin to rubbing the fabric of her shirt on her back.

Max pushed way the idea of hitting him. The last time he tried to kill her. She wanted to scream, push him away, anything but let him touch her. Her body wouldn't response. All she could think about he would do to her if she protested.. She hated him for that.

She angrily stared him down. " Give. Me. The hit." She demanded. Trevor's face melted into the same face she saw in the alley. She felt his hand moving to go under her shirt. She reached behind to stop him.

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"She isn't answering." Dana said hanging it up. Terry looked around the field again. Dana turned around to her friends. " Oh slag, Todd's here." She grunted turnning back to Terry.

He looked up, to see Nelson in Todd's face. Terry frantically looked around the field.

"What are you looking for?" she asked

"Trevor." He said in a low voice

Dana walked up a couple of steps. A flash of pink caught her eye. " Is that Max?." She pointed towards the entrance. Terry turned, put his arm up to block the sun. Max was walking in, she stopped and turned around. Terry felt a little relieved. He turned back to looking for Todd's brother. Dana gasped, "Trevor's got Max." Dana jumped down, followed by Terry. They ran across the field. They came around the front. When they came around the corner Trevor was feeling Max up. Dana came up and peaked around him. "Max!" She yelled. Max jumped dropping her bag, she turned around and saw Terry and Dana standing there. Terry was infuriated, Max saw it all over his face.

Terry ran forward, snatched Max from Trevor. Trevor evilly glared at Terry for a moment. Terry returned the look, standing in front of Max and Dana. Trevor held a hand out to Max. "Come with me." He said only to her.



Dana pulled Max back a few steps. "Get away from her." she growled. Trevor gave her a warning look as well. Terry saw him, he lunged forward. Max reached out and grabbed Terry's shoulder. "Stop."

Terry immediately back off, mentally restraining himself from busting Trevor in the mouth. Max let her hand fall away. Terry voice went into Bat mode.



"You keep your distance or else..." He warned. Max grimaced, she hated that tone from him. Max watched Trevor bend down and pick up her bag. She saw his hand slip past the front before he bowed and presented her bag in true gentlemen fashion. "Madam." He said

Terry hand shot out and seized the bag from his hand. Another unspoken death treat was traded between the men before they backed away, leaving Trevor slyly stand there waving goodbye.

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"Mr.Parson, your drink" The waiter set it down in front of the Doctor. He nodded his satisfaction. Todd and Trevor straightened their cloths as they quickly walked over to the table. They took their seats, lay their cloth napkins in their laps. The waiter returned and handed the boys menus.

"That isn't necessary. I've already ordered." He spoke Todd and Trevor handed them back.

Trevor moistened his mouth with a drink of water, cleared his throat. " Doctor, forgive our tardiness."

The doctor pulled a small envelop from the inside of his jacket and handed it to Trevor, It was a bank statement.

Trevor smiled and handed it to Todd, He read it. "Does this mean we leave, now?" He asked handing the statement back to Parson.

"We profited twice the expected amount from the girls death. We will leave in a three days time."

He explained lighting the paper from the candle center the table and placing it in the ash tray.

Three days? Todd thought. None of there "missions" had every last as long as this one. They had spent a lot of time in Gotham, Too much time in Gotham. The Doctor was perfection it self, it has always been that way. They had gotten the money, it was done, they should be gone. Todd looked up from the burning ashtray across the table to Trevor. His brother didn't seem bothered at all by this news.

From behind him, waiters set there food down on the table. They begin to eat. After moments of silence, Trevor whipped his mouth with his napkin and spoke. "There is a problem I need your help with?" He asked the Doctor.

Parson nodded for him to continue.

" It's getting harder to get to Maxine, with Terry around. This afternoon at Hamilton field he interrupted our conversation."

Todd gave his brother a look. " When were you at the field?"

The fork in Trevor's hand paused. He looked over to Todd "We'll talk later." He said, then returned to what he was saying. "If we are to leave so soon, I need to get her under control. "

Todd listen to all this new information. He started to put things together in his head. Trevor had been lying to him. He told him they didn't need Max anymore because Cree's Father got a better job. They had to work Cree fast or their window to get the money would leave. So, He OD'ed her. And what is all this about Terry. McGinnis did have perfect timing most of the time, But if they need to get Max alone, they could do it, without the Doctor's help. Trevor was jealous of Terry. Trevor would sit in the cafeteria staring death in the back of McGinnis's head for sitting with her, and what were they talking about now? He was the only one at this table not in on whatever this was.

The doctor cleaned his mouth, set back with his hand under his chin. "We cannot afford to stay longer." The Doctor thought a loud. He sat forward a sipped his drink. "Depose of him." He said returning to him meal.

Todd stopped eating. He looked over to Trevor. He had a grim smile across his face.

After dinner the boys got off the elevator. Trevor carded the door and opened it. Todd followed him in their room. "Trevor what the hell was all that shit about McGinnis at dinner?" He asked

"He's been in my way to much." Trevor remarked

"You mean been in your way to Gibson." Todd smirked.

Trevor hung his jacket in the closet. He laughed before answering " Maxine is coming with me when we leave. Parson gave his permission."

Todd's smirking face turned angry as everything started to connect. "You cream your shorts for some chick you think you know and now your in love?" He mumbled.

Trevor eyebrows set low he glare across the room to where he sat. "What is that suppose to mean?"

Todd stood up, walked over to his brother. "It means, besides the pink hair, Max looks a lot like Kayla." At the mention of her name Trevor snatched his jacket from the closet and started to leave. Todd ran in front of him and blocked the door. "You remember Kayla? Don't you? Her blood was all over your hands."

"SHUT UP!" Trevor yelled. He grabbed Todd by the collar pulled him up. Todd pushed him away. Trevor stormed out. Todd walked out the still open door and yelled. "You got the both of us in all this bullshit. You." Trevor got into the elevator. Todd ran down to the closing doors.

"You follow another bicth down the yellow brick road you go alone." He yelled, watching the doors slide close. If his twin would have kept his hands to himself they would have had to disappear in the first place.

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Trevor stood with his hands shaking, he had a salty taste in the back of his mouth, his back felt like pins and needles. He wanted to plant his foot into his reflection on the steel doors.

Kayla.

~~Kayla LaTri Cambridge. He loved on her from freshmen to junior year. Her rich Cuban father, and Kenyan mother gave life to a angel and named her Kayla.~~

Trevor walked off the elevator, pushed past the people getting on, walked out the hotel into the night air. Gotham had started to get a little colder, He would have felt the chill if not for his boiling blood.

~~Kayla walked into the library the one day Trevor had study hall. She sat at his table asked him if he was working on the novel outline from English class. It took him 2 full minutes to answer her. She laughed at his nervous behavior. She even laughed in that cultured accent. ~~

Trevor walked out into traffic. A car hooked his horn as he speed by. Trevor heard nothing. He keep walking the streets.

~~He worked his class schedule to fit hers every semester from that day. He knew what she ate for lunch every day. He knew when she changed her shampoo. Her favorite color was green. Her eyes were hazel. On Fridays she would pull her jet black crumpled hair off her neck. She never took the silver chain heart anklet off her leg. He wanted to taste her lips.~~

The street lights started to give him a headache. He looked around. He really didn't know where he was. It didn't matter.

~~Junior year, he worked up the nerve to ask her to their 11 grade prom. She said yes. He walked on air for two weeks. Until she called him to say that her father didn't approve of him and she couldn't go. That last week he begged her to change her mind, climb out a window, he called her every hour, he tried talking to her parents but, nothing happened. The night of the prom, his princess stayed trapped in her castle. He went to her window, but when we looked in it was empty. He started to leave, Kayla pulled up in the limo. She and her date got out the car. Trevor watched her kiss the guy, a kiss of true love. His kiss. The limo drove off. He just wanted to talk to her, try to tell her how much he loved her. She slammed the door in his face. He broke the stained glass in the door and attacked her. He punched her so hard the first time, he felt her teeth crake against he's fist. His hand was covered in her blood. She lay on the floor screaming. He just need her to shut up and listen. He was sorry and he loved her. He climbed on top of her. She struggled a few minutes then went limp. He loosened his grip from her throat.

She didn't move. ~~

Maxine was different. He understood what he did wrong with Kayla. He didn't give it time. He just thought love would find a way. He knew now that Maxine just needed some time to warm up to him. He could love her. He could love Maxine like he would have loved Kayla. He would already be holding her in his arms if it were not for Terry. Trevor and Max never had anytime to alone, because he was always around, touching her hands or making her laugh just to see her smile. He never had anytime time to tell her even though her favorite color was yellow, he thought she would look like beautiful in green or he thought she would better with her natural hair color or that she deserved gifts and flowers for working so hard in school.

He licked his lips remembering her taste when he kissed her.



He stopped and went into the nearest place. He stood in the bathroom, waited for the last man to leave. He took the hit slowly, let it seep into his bones. He throw the empty gun into the trash, went into a stall, closed and locked the door. He banged his head against the back of the door. Until the drug told him it didn't hurt anymore.





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