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A/N just another white/max fic coz there doesn't seem to be very many. "Rolls eyes" I wonder why?
Almost Okay
It was dark, then again it usually was. Max lay on her prison-like bed and waited, waited for something, anything to come. It didn't, none of her captors had been here since Wednesday. Oh well she thought wryly at least I can still remember what day it was. actually maybe it was Thursday, oh shit.
What was that? I could have sworn. there it is again, someone's coming. Max hopped out of bed and moved swiftly to the bars of her cell. As the footsteps came to a stop, a voice came from the darkness.
" Well, well, well. Look whose up. Enjoying your stay 452." It drawled
"I've had better now you come to mention it, don't suppose there's any chance of getting an en suite" she quipped
"No chance in hell 452."
God she so did not need this right now.
"Listen you inbred ass, say what you came to say or get the hell outta my face! Coz I have a migraine from listening to your sorry self." Silence. She stalked over to where the voice was coming from and got as close to the bars as she could.
"What' the matter White scared I'll kick your sorry ass, why don't ya show your face moron and."
"And what, you'll glare at me." Ames white stepped up to the bars with a smirk on his face "Face it 452 your trapped, and nothing you or your scummy friends can do is going to change that. So I suggest you get used to that idea and settle down or your going to know what real pain is like." With that he turned away and started down the long corridor, his Italian loafers made hardly any noise, light on his feet, or maybe they were just good shoes. Yeah right
Max walked back over to her bed and stretched out, he was right she thought she wasn't going anywhere soon. She was stuck with a bunch of wacked out cult members who wanted her dead. Sighing she lay down, what was bothering her so much. besides the obvious of course. It was something White said about pain, now she had no doubt that he would hurt her, but the thing was he hadn't and neither had anyone else, in fact she'd been basically ignored for six days, and that bothered her. It bothered her a lot.
Footsteps, louder this time and more deliberate.
"Stand." A harsh voice ordered, as the bars were unlocked Max eyed the woman warily; she was tall, about forty. She had cold features and a very big tazer. Max stood.
"Why what's happening?"
"Silence." The woman handcuffed max and lead her down the corridor. After they had walked for about ten minutes max was pushed into a large room.
"Hey, watch it!" she said angrily as she stumbled with the force and fell to her knees. There was a small crowd of familiars and some scary looking chains on the walls. At least I don't have to wonder any more it looks like the pain is about to come.
"Awwww, for me you shouldn't have." She muttered sarcastically
"We thought you'd like a change of scenery 452." Ames white was smiling eerily as he stepped from the crowd. "you looked kind of bored"
"Yeah well it looks like the funs about to start" she quipped
"Yes 452, it is" and with that she drifted in to black, Goddamn needles.
He walked down the corridor whistling some unknown tune, things had finally turned around for him, the sun was shining, and his archenemy in the hands of the coldest, most merciless people he knew. Yes, life was good.
Still he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. The conclave had said that he couldn't be the one to brake her because of their "history" what did they think he'd do, help her escape? The very thought was laughable. Still he'd get to watch, watch her brake more and more everyday. As the pain takes her spirit and the drugs her energy.
Why? He wondered to himself. Why do I hate her so much? Is it because of ray? I don't think so if he can't make it in the conclave then he's better off as far away from all this as possible at least this way he's safe. I don't even think that its because of the prophecy, I mean sure knowing that she could destroy everything that we believe in is part of it, but does the prophecy really mean anything, she couldn't possibly do that she's weak mind, body and soul.
I don't know why, I think its all of these rolled into one, she infects my life with her humanity just by being here. Her complete existence offends me in a way I never knew, and I'm going to kill her for it.
That thought alone brought a smile to his face. At least it would if that voice at the back of his mind would stop questioning his sincerity.
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When max awoke, she was chained to the wall, head throbbing and mouth dry she failed to notice the suit clad familiar to the left of her.
"Wakey, wakey 452" he said softly as he raised her head so she could look him in the eyes
"screw you" she choked out
"Maybe later, but for now the conclave wants answers, 452 what do you know about the prophecies?"
Max glared at him she was quickly regaining her strength and her need to kick ass. Nevertheless, the truth was she didn't know anything and this was dangerous, if they knew this they would have no need for her and she would die. On the other hand, if they thought she did know something she would be tortured for answers. Torture or death? Choices, choices.
Through out this internal debate White was watching her intently, noting her expressions and some how he knew, and what's worse the thought didn't please him.
"452"
"452! I don't think you know anything and whilst I'm thoroughly enjoying your indecision I would keep that little fact to yourself.|" he said all this in the same malicious tone he always used but this time it had undertones of warning. He enjoyed watching her eyes widen as she realised he knew, his ever present smirk grew wider and he chuckled to himself as he turned to leave.
"What happens now" she said somewhat hesitantly to his retreating figure
"Now the torture begins" he replied softly and at that two large men appeared in the doorway.
A/N the next one will be more from Max POV
Please review
A/N just another white/max fic coz there doesn't seem to be very many. "Rolls eyes" I wonder why?
Almost Okay
It was dark, then again it usually was. Max lay on her prison-like bed and waited, waited for something, anything to come. It didn't, none of her captors had been here since Wednesday. Oh well she thought wryly at least I can still remember what day it was. actually maybe it was Thursday, oh shit.
What was that? I could have sworn. there it is again, someone's coming. Max hopped out of bed and moved swiftly to the bars of her cell. As the footsteps came to a stop, a voice came from the darkness.
" Well, well, well. Look whose up. Enjoying your stay 452." It drawled
"I've had better now you come to mention it, don't suppose there's any chance of getting an en suite" she quipped
"No chance in hell 452."
God she so did not need this right now.
"Listen you inbred ass, say what you came to say or get the hell outta my face! Coz I have a migraine from listening to your sorry self." Silence. She stalked over to where the voice was coming from and got as close to the bars as she could.
"What' the matter White scared I'll kick your sorry ass, why don't ya show your face moron and."
"And what, you'll glare at me." Ames white stepped up to the bars with a smirk on his face "Face it 452 your trapped, and nothing you or your scummy friends can do is going to change that. So I suggest you get used to that idea and settle down or your going to know what real pain is like." With that he turned away and started down the long corridor, his Italian loafers made hardly any noise, light on his feet, or maybe they were just good shoes. Yeah right
Max walked back over to her bed and stretched out, he was right she thought she wasn't going anywhere soon. She was stuck with a bunch of wacked out cult members who wanted her dead. Sighing she lay down, what was bothering her so much. besides the obvious of course. It was something White said about pain, now she had no doubt that he would hurt her, but the thing was he hadn't and neither had anyone else, in fact she'd been basically ignored for six days, and that bothered her. It bothered her a lot.
Footsteps, louder this time and more deliberate.
"Stand." A harsh voice ordered, as the bars were unlocked Max eyed the woman warily; she was tall, about forty. She had cold features and a very big tazer. Max stood.
"Why what's happening?"
"Silence." The woman handcuffed max and lead her down the corridor. After they had walked for about ten minutes max was pushed into a large room.
"Hey, watch it!" she said angrily as she stumbled with the force and fell to her knees. There was a small crowd of familiars and some scary looking chains on the walls. At least I don't have to wonder any more it looks like the pain is about to come.
"Awwww, for me you shouldn't have." She muttered sarcastically
"We thought you'd like a change of scenery 452." Ames white was smiling eerily as he stepped from the crowd. "you looked kind of bored"
"Yeah well it looks like the funs about to start" she quipped
"Yes 452, it is" and with that she drifted in to black, Goddamn needles.
He walked down the corridor whistling some unknown tune, things had finally turned around for him, the sun was shining, and his archenemy in the hands of the coldest, most merciless people he knew. Yes, life was good.
Still he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. The conclave had said that he couldn't be the one to brake her because of their "history" what did they think he'd do, help her escape? The very thought was laughable. Still he'd get to watch, watch her brake more and more everyday. As the pain takes her spirit and the drugs her energy.
Why? He wondered to himself. Why do I hate her so much? Is it because of ray? I don't think so if he can't make it in the conclave then he's better off as far away from all this as possible at least this way he's safe. I don't even think that its because of the prophecy, I mean sure knowing that she could destroy everything that we believe in is part of it, but does the prophecy really mean anything, she couldn't possibly do that she's weak mind, body and soul.
I don't know why, I think its all of these rolled into one, she infects my life with her humanity just by being here. Her complete existence offends me in a way I never knew, and I'm going to kill her for it.
That thought alone brought a smile to his face. At least it would if that voice at the back of his mind would stop questioning his sincerity.
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When max awoke, she was chained to the wall, head throbbing and mouth dry she failed to notice the suit clad familiar to the left of her.
"Wakey, wakey 452" he said softly as he raised her head so she could look him in the eyes
"screw you" she choked out
"Maybe later, but for now the conclave wants answers, 452 what do you know about the prophecies?"
Max glared at him she was quickly regaining her strength and her need to kick ass. Nevertheless, the truth was she didn't know anything and this was dangerous, if they knew this they would have no need for her and she would die. On the other hand, if they thought she did know something she would be tortured for answers. Torture or death? Choices, choices.
Through out this internal debate White was watching her intently, noting her expressions and some how he knew, and what's worse the thought didn't please him.
"452"
"452! I don't think you know anything and whilst I'm thoroughly enjoying your indecision I would keep that little fact to yourself.|" he said all this in the same malicious tone he always used but this time it had undertones of warning. He enjoyed watching her eyes widen as she realised he knew, his ever present smirk grew wider and he chuckled to himself as he turned to leave.
"What happens now" she said somewhat hesitantly to his retreating figure
"Now the torture begins" he replied softly and at that two large men appeared in the doorway.
A/N the next one will be more from Max POV
Please review