Max instantly rolled to her right just as the car crashed into the
building. Dust and bricks filled the sky. Coughing, Max covered her head
as the car continued to go into the building. Soon Max heard the car shut
off and the car door open. Max looked up, but kept low to the ground. She
had the advantage in this game, she could see in the dark. Max heard him
load a gun. Max looked up at the ceiling, then to her left then to her
right, despirly finding a way to try and get out of the building. First of
all max got on her feet and quietly sneaked around.
"I know you're here 452, don't think you can go on hiding and running from me, it all has to end soon right?" Ames asked also walking around. "If you come forth now, maybe I won't kill your little lover boy, Logan..or Alec." Ames replied peering through the darkness, but seeing nothing. Max ignored him and just concentrated on getting to the window where she had jumped through before. Once she got there she saw light, which wasn't a good thing for Ames would see her. She backed away into the darkness and looked around. She saw a broken brick lying next to her feet. Having a plan, she picked it up and threw it on the other side of the room, hoping Ames would think she was over there. Ames glanced at the sound where the brick landed, but his familiar instincts told him something else. Ames raised the gun in the darkness and shot it. Max stopped, what had just happened? She then had a hard time breathing, she breathed deep as she looked down.. Down at the bullet hole right in her stomach.
Ames heard something fall to the ground, and smiled. "You may be able to see in the dark 452, but my familiar powers can feel where you're at." Ames replied walking up to her, seeing the blood on the floor. Ames picked her up and shoved her in the back of his car. "Now our destiny is clear." He told himself as he drove back to Terminal city.
Ames walked into Terminal City, caring Max in his arms. She grasped the bullet hole wound and breathing deep and hard, trying to block out the pain. Otto walked up to them, grinning. "Sir, Mr. Simons told me to tell you to call him on his cell ASAP." Otto replied. Ames groaned and rolled his eyes. "Very well, thank you Otto." Ames replied. Otto nodded and then walked off to another part of the room. Ames continued to walk down the hall and Max heard Joshua whimper. She then tried struggling, wanting to hug him, comfort him. But she soon found out that it made the pain increase. Soon Ames stopped, in front of Logan. Max leaned her head against Ames chest, for some reason she felt as if she couldn't look at him, ashamed. Ames grinned as he felt the uneasy vibe between them. Logan was boiling with angry, and Ames could tell it. Ames gave Logan a 'told ya' face then walked into a room, slamming the door.
He then threw Max to the ground and threw stuff off a table in the middle of the room. Ames then clutched her hair, yanking her up, making Max letting go of her side and clutching his hands, but he was stronger and threw her on the table, knocking the wind out of her. One the table, she relaxed looking at her palms, which were bloody. Ames put his hand next to her shoulder on the table and the other one next to the other shoulder, his face hovering inches above hers. "Considering the distance I was from you when I shot you, I'll give you 2 hours before you bleed to death. This is for all of the pain, worry, stress, and fear you have given me the past couple of months. I hope you burn in hell 452." Ames hissed. "You deserve everything your getting right now. Fear, stress, confusion, sadness, desire, anger, and no hope." Ames added.
Max sighed. "Maybe I do deserve this. I know you and I have had our differences, but you should be thanking me, I saved your son from dying. You and I BOTH know that he would pass that dumb loony breeding test." Max replied. Ames gripped her chin. "He is MY business, why would you care if he died or not?" Ames asked. Max stopped and thought. Why did she care if Ames's kid died? Was it because she wasn't that kind of person? Max starred up at him blankly. "because even if you're a total butt hole, your son shouldn't die because his father is a careless, senseless, evil, sick minded, and twisted jerk." Max replied. Ames grinned. "Thank you miss.. What is it that your friends call you?" Ames asked. Max raised an eyebrow and wrinkled her nose. "Kiss my ass." She warned. Ames grinned more. "Names are for people, actual humans, you are not human 452. That's why I don't address you as, 'Max Guerra'" Ames replied easing out her face and walking over to the door. "Oh 452, to make things more fun look what I swiped from your jacket." Ames replied holding up an object. Max looked over and her eyes grew wide then into a mean, angry face once she recognized what it was, her seizure pills. "Bastard!" she shouted between clenched teeth. Ames smiled. "That's me." He said smiling then left the room.
"I know you're here 452, don't think you can go on hiding and running from me, it all has to end soon right?" Ames asked also walking around. "If you come forth now, maybe I won't kill your little lover boy, Logan..or Alec." Ames replied peering through the darkness, but seeing nothing. Max ignored him and just concentrated on getting to the window where she had jumped through before. Once she got there she saw light, which wasn't a good thing for Ames would see her. She backed away into the darkness and looked around. She saw a broken brick lying next to her feet. Having a plan, she picked it up and threw it on the other side of the room, hoping Ames would think she was over there. Ames glanced at the sound where the brick landed, but his familiar instincts told him something else. Ames raised the gun in the darkness and shot it. Max stopped, what had just happened? She then had a hard time breathing, she breathed deep as she looked down.. Down at the bullet hole right in her stomach.
Ames heard something fall to the ground, and smiled. "You may be able to see in the dark 452, but my familiar powers can feel where you're at." Ames replied walking up to her, seeing the blood on the floor. Ames picked her up and shoved her in the back of his car. "Now our destiny is clear." He told himself as he drove back to Terminal city.
Ames walked into Terminal City, caring Max in his arms. She grasped the bullet hole wound and breathing deep and hard, trying to block out the pain. Otto walked up to them, grinning. "Sir, Mr. Simons told me to tell you to call him on his cell ASAP." Otto replied. Ames groaned and rolled his eyes. "Very well, thank you Otto." Ames replied. Otto nodded and then walked off to another part of the room. Ames continued to walk down the hall and Max heard Joshua whimper. She then tried struggling, wanting to hug him, comfort him. But she soon found out that it made the pain increase. Soon Ames stopped, in front of Logan. Max leaned her head against Ames chest, for some reason she felt as if she couldn't look at him, ashamed. Ames grinned as he felt the uneasy vibe between them. Logan was boiling with angry, and Ames could tell it. Ames gave Logan a 'told ya' face then walked into a room, slamming the door.
He then threw Max to the ground and threw stuff off a table in the middle of the room. Ames then clutched her hair, yanking her up, making Max letting go of her side and clutching his hands, but he was stronger and threw her on the table, knocking the wind out of her. One the table, she relaxed looking at her palms, which were bloody. Ames put his hand next to her shoulder on the table and the other one next to the other shoulder, his face hovering inches above hers. "Considering the distance I was from you when I shot you, I'll give you 2 hours before you bleed to death. This is for all of the pain, worry, stress, and fear you have given me the past couple of months. I hope you burn in hell 452." Ames hissed. "You deserve everything your getting right now. Fear, stress, confusion, sadness, desire, anger, and no hope." Ames added.
Max sighed. "Maybe I do deserve this. I know you and I have had our differences, but you should be thanking me, I saved your son from dying. You and I BOTH know that he would pass that dumb loony breeding test." Max replied. Ames gripped her chin. "He is MY business, why would you care if he died or not?" Ames asked. Max stopped and thought. Why did she care if Ames's kid died? Was it because she wasn't that kind of person? Max starred up at him blankly. "because even if you're a total butt hole, your son shouldn't die because his father is a careless, senseless, evil, sick minded, and twisted jerk." Max replied. Ames grinned. "Thank you miss.. What is it that your friends call you?" Ames asked. Max raised an eyebrow and wrinkled her nose. "Kiss my ass." She warned. Ames grinned more. "Names are for people, actual humans, you are not human 452. That's why I don't address you as, 'Max Guerra'" Ames replied easing out her face and walking over to the door. "Oh 452, to make things more fun look what I swiped from your jacket." Ames replied holding up an object. Max looked over and her eyes grew wide then into a mean, angry face once she recognized what it was, her seizure pills. "Bastard!" she shouted between clenched teeth. Ames smiled. "That's me." He said smiling then left the room.
