Alec grabbed his gun and tucked it in his waistband before flying out of
his apartment. He looked around the street for a can that looked like it
would run. Seeing an old beat up Chevy he rushed over to it and quickly
hotwired it then drove off as fast as it would go in the direction he
thought Max would be heading. As he flew through the streets a large part
of him hopped to see Max fly by on her bike, but something deep down told
him something was very wrong. He was cursing the car for having no heat
when he saw what looked to be a recent accident.
Stepping out of the car Alec carefully moved over to the pile of twisted metal that had once been a motorcycle. It was covered in a thick layer of ice, but judging by how hard it had been raining he figured the accident to be about 15 minutes old. He didn't see Max as he scanned the street and the ally beside the building the bike had hit. He wanted to believe that Max was on foot, heading back to Logan's but he knew that not even they could walk away from an accident like that, especially since she never wore a helmet. So he moved back into the ally looking for where she could have landed. About ten feet back there was a stack of boxes with a small hand protruding from them. As soon as he got closer he noticed that her hand was shiny, that it was covered in ice. Panicked Alec started throwing boxes to the side.
When the last box was off he stood and looked down at Max. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe. She was laying slightly on her side allowing him to see the shredded jacket and pants and the bright red road rash beneath covering her entire back along with her right arm and leg. There was a bullet wound to her left shoulder. The entire left side of her face was covered with blood and she was extremely pale. She didn't look like she was breathing, she was dead. Alec shook himself and went into solider mode. He moved to Max's side and checked for a pulse, he felt nothing, nothing but ice cold skin. Then just as he was about to stand up he felt something. He waited for what seemed like forever then he felt it again. It was weak but she had a pulse.
He stood and scooped Max up carefully making his way over ice covered ground to the waiting car. Gently as he could he placed her in the back seat. It wasn't until then that he noticed she was holding onto what looked to him like a piece of junk. When he tried to take it away from her she tightened her grip on it. "Alright Maxie, you can keep it." Alec removed his jacked and covered her the best he could before moving to the front seat.
Stepping out of the car Alec carefully moved over to the pile of twisted metal that had once been a motorcycle. It was covered in a thick layer of ice, but judging by how hard it had been raining he figured the accident to be about 15 minutes old. He didn't see Max as he scanned the street and the ally beside the building the bike had hit. He wanted to believe that Max was on foot, heading back to Logan's but he knew that not even they could walk away from an accident like that, especially since she never wore a helmet. So he moved back into the ally looking for where she could have landed. About ten feet back there was a stack of boxes with a small hand protruding from them. As soon as he got closer he noticed that her hand was shiny, that it was covered in ice. Panicked Alec started throwing boxes to the side.
When the last box was off he stood and looked down at Max. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe. She was laying slightly on her side allowing him to see the shredded jacket and pants and the bright red road rash beneath covering her entire back along with her right arm and leg. There was a bullet wound to her left shoulder. The entire left side of her face was covered with blood and she was extremely pale. She didn't look like she was breathing, she was dead. Alec shook himself and went into solider mode. He moved to Max's side and checked for a pulse, he felt nothing, nothing but ice cold skin. Then just as he was about to stand up he felt something. He waited for what seemed like forever then he felt it again. It was weak but she had a pulse.
He stood and scooped Max up carefully making his way over ice covered ground to the waiting car. Gently as he could he placed her in the back seat. It wasn't until then that he noticed she was holding onto what looked to him like a piece of junk. When he tried to take it away from her she tightened her grip on it. "Alright Maxie, you can keep it." Alec removed his jacked and covered her the best he could before moving to the front seat.