Chapter 11: Drunk (yes that is right the lovely injured Max gets drunk:P)
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Max looked down and lip read a few note cards. She was wearing a beautiful long maroon gown. And she held in her hands a small stack of note cards. She felt her lips moving and looking up now and then to the person she was reading them to That man, the man who called himself Logan. He was smiling as he repeated the lines aloud that she was lipreading to him. In one corner of the room, of what seemed to be like a wedding party, she noticed a black girl with slightly poofy hair. Cindy. The name came to her mind. Cindy Cindy... Her name was Cindy. And the mans name was Logan. She thought of Cindy. But before she could get farther into her dream
Max awoke, she was in darkness. Cold, black darkness, shrouded her like a dark and evil cloud. She didn't like the darkness. She hated it. Enhansing her vision she saw that according to the clock across the hallway, it was 4:08AM. At first, once she took in her surroundings she feared she was back at Manticore. But she realized that if she was, there would be an iv hooked to her as well as some more of those wires. She shuddered. But then it hit her, what if she was in the dicipline room. That would explain the darkness, was she being diciplined? She saw a dim light in the corner that barely gave any light. She made out a figure sitting, slumped, asleep in a chair.
She pulled her arms, and winced painfully as she felt a blister pop and ooze into her other cuts. She knew she would have to deal with it. She had to get out of here. She was in enemy teritory, she had to keep moving. She wriggled her arms even more, she felt her skin get hot with searing pain. She ignored it. She had to get out of here, the closed walls, the darkness. She could here the figures breathing getting lighter, they were going to wake up soon. She pulled and tugged at her straps. She heard a click, one had started to come undone. But it was still hooked together just enough for her to stay put. The figure shifted. She kept struggling to get free.
"Max? You awake girl?" A sleepy voice asked in the darkness.
Max knew better than to answer. Now she yanked her arm into the air, her arm was free!!! At least that was what she thought, but whoever had fastened her here had fastened her upper arm as well. There was no way che could get out. She knew it. She was weak, tired, and was slightly dizzy from not eating. But then memories of earlier flooded back to her. The room, the needle, the shot, the pain. That was all she needed. She then, in a mad and sloppy panic for a X-5, started to just yank the restaints. Panic enveloped her, she was terrified of this place. The restraints, the darkness, everything. She didn't like it. She had to get out.
Her instinct told her she was safe with whoever it was that was in the room with her. But fear and panic pushed instinct aside. Her breathing increased as she thought of the needles at Manticore, as she remembered of the endless hours of electricity that was shot through her body. She could still remember the dark cell she spent so many days in. The sound of her bones being broken again and again to test how fast the could grow. Then she remembered how something made her forget the information she held. The only thing she could remember telling Manticore was that she couldn't remember anything. But she also remembered how that was a lie, and how the doctors, nurses, and staff knew it was a lie as well. That was why she needed to forget.
Now the lights turned on in the little room. Cindy stood by the wall. Max saw another one of the shots laying on a counter to her left. She shifted her weight to the right. As if she could force the table to move farther away from the needle that would peirce her skin. Cindy walked towards Max, who by now had worn her already infected arms to a raw and bloody red. Cindy's soft voice broke through the air,
"Max. Listen to me. You know that I wouldn't do this to you if it wouldn't help you right? You know that don't you?"
Max swung her head to face Cindy, she had broken into a sweat and her eyes flashed, "is that what you think you're doing?"
Cindy layed a hand on Max's arm. Max recoiled at the feeling of somone touching her infected arm. Cindy quickly took it away, "I forgot, sorry. Listen girl, I don't know what they did to you in there But I think you do. I think you also know that neither me or Logan would ever hurt you."
Max still stared at the needle. Drops of cold sweat slid down her forehead as she fought against the reistraints. Cindy grabbed the buckle Max had earlier undone herself from and gently put Max's wrist into it. Pulling the strap tighter than it was before, she buckled it. Max was so tired now from fighting the straps that she let Cindy do this. Max shut her eyes and took in a deep breath. Exhaling she turned back to Cindy.
"Listen, I don't know who I was or am anymore, got it? I don't remember you, and I don't remember Logan. But for some reason I went through hell to protect someone. Who I can't remember, and why I can't remember, who the hell knows?. All I can remember is the nights that I spent at Manticore in the dici I tell you what, I will behave like a good little girl if you just keep that needle away from me."
Cindy walked over to the counter and picked up the needle, "Max, I'm sorry. I can't trust you like this. No one can. Your right, just like you said, you don't remember who you are so how can you remember that you are safe? Until then you are getting four of these a day. I'm sorry."
Max, now regretting her struggling earlier, wasn't as able to fight the restraints again. So instead, in a pleading voice she asked, "Cindy, please, don't use that thing."
Cindy just looked at Max's left arm and said, "I have to."
Max cried out in desperation, "Why are all of you doing this to me? Why? I don't want anymore needles, pins, wires, chips, tracking devices, I don't want anymore of that. Please. Cindy look what they did to me! Look at me! Do you see all of this pain I went through to protect you, Logan, everyone that I knew? Do you understand what I went through? Do you? I know it sounds stupid, but please, don't inject me with that stuff. Please Cindy. Please, you don't know what you could be doing!"
Cindy now had tears brewing in her eyes. She held Max's arm and inserted the needle and slowly she pumped the fluid into Max's veins. Max opened her eyes wide as she felt the cold needle sinking into her warm blood. She whimperd, "Oh God," as more memories flooded back to her mind from Manticore.
Max now felt sleepy, hyper drunk. That was the feeling that she felt, she felt drunk. Max now just lay there on the table looking around the room. In a few minutes she would be sleeping again. Sleep, dreams, memories.
