Almost okay
Chapter two
As the men approached, Max mentally readied herself. The men were not that big but they were muscled and amusement shone in their eyes.
"Hi, don't suppose you're here to chat?" She was scared but she would die before letting them know that. The taller of the two leaned toward her until they were mere inches apart.
"Not quite luv" he whispered in an upper class English accent.
Oh God. Oh God. This guy was really freaking her out. Why was he getting so close? Her heart was beating fast and a sense of dread washed over her as he grabbed her face. Then the realisation hit her. Hard. Please don't let him rape me.
Max fought the urge to flinch and returned his stare.
He flashed her a pleasant smile and stepped back. Before slamming his fist in to her face. Relief washed over her as she realised he was just going to beat the crap out of her she almost laughed at the thought of being relieved to get beaten up and it must have shown on her face because a round house kick hit her in the stomach.
When Max found breath enough to talk, she raised her head to meet his gaze and put all her effort in to a glare that could peel paint.
"Aren't you supposed to ask questions first, ya know like where's the magical piglet hidden? Or did ya miss that chapter of torturing for dummies?"
The man looked more amused than offended. " The magical piglet? " he laughed, "That's real cute. But in response to your previous question, no I'm not supposed to ask questions, I just have to hurt you." He winked at her "a lot."
Great not only was he going to hurt her but apparently he was going to annoy the hell out of her as well.
"What are ya gonna do irritate me to death?" she snapped.
He smirked at her but said nothing. Max shot him a disgusted look
"Just get on with it Jeeves" she said referring to the Internet butler.
"Anything for you sweetheart." And with that, he launched in to a series of boxer like moves slamming fist after fist in to her face and midsection. This carried on for about 15 minutes.
Her eyes were swimming the pain was making her dizzy, nauseous. The chains pulled at her wrists making them bleed as she jerked with each blow. Her whole body was numb and her mind unfocused as she slipped in to the black.
"Oi pass me the needle and grab her legs we'll take her back now." The English guy said to the smaller man as they both carried max back to her cell. Ames white had returned from work in a considerably worse mood. Those stupid morons, he thought to himself didn't they realise that he couldn't care less about the rules. Apparently not, he'd been summoned to the head office by his superiors from |Manticore. Basically he had been told that if he didn't tone it down he'd be killed, well they used the word consequence but he'd worked for them long enough to know that they meant the same thing.
As he headed back to the familiar's headquarters his thoughts kept returning to 452. I wonder how she survived her first beating he smiled as images of her bleeding body flowed through his mind. These thoughts kept him satisfied as he walked up the steps to the entrance.
"Fe'nos tol." A short woman with greying hair said giving a small bow
"Fe'nos tol" he nodded in reply and entered the building.
As he walked past the large room in which max was contained an image came to his mind but not one of pain or blood. He remembered how small her voice was as she asked him what came next. He shook his head as if physically removing the thought and continued down the corridor. Ignoring the feeling in the pit of his stomach, he headed toward her cell.
Max had finally come around and was sat on her bed trying to piece together the last 24 hours.
"Ok" she said to herself, "So the familiars have finally decided to acknowledge my existence, unfortunately instead of ignoring me they're now torturing me so I'm thinking that's not really an improvement" she sighed and lay down
White was leant against a wall just out of site chuckling to himself 452 really was amusing. Finally, he stepped up to the cage. Still smirking.
"452, had a good day?" his voice mocking. Max flew of the bed in surprise. Strange she should have at least heard my footsteps. As Max turned he saw that the right side of her face was thick with congealed blood. Ahh he thought it must have affected her hearing. In truth, her hearing was just fine she'd just been so deep in thought that she hadn't noticed him.
"What do you want?" she snapped "Don't you have a life? Or did you just get bored with killing people?"
"Touché. I had quite an eventful day actually, we got more transgenic scum than usual and only a couple of them were monsters." He flashed a smile as Max's eyes widened "I bet you tearing up inside wondering which of your precious friends I've killed today, do you want me to tell you?" he asked.
Max shook her head forcing the tears away
"What was that 452"
"No, don't tell me" she whispered her voice shaking
White sighed "See this is your problem 452 your bleeding heart makes you weak, you don't know I've killed anyone. I could have spent the day sat on my ass watching TV for all you know. Now I'm not saying I did and I'm not saying I didn't but you let your emotions get in the way and now your weaker than you were five minutes ago."
"You bastard" she cried
" Maybe 452 but at the end of the day I'm out here and your not. Do you see what I'm saying, do you understand?"
" If I have to be heartless scum to be free, then you can stick it coz I ain't interested in your opinion, you arrogant ass!"
"Now, now 452 I'm sensing a little hostility and frankly I'm hurt I'm mean here you are in this lovely room, we feed you, let you go to the bathroom and you throw it back in our faces." She glared at him but her pain was evident as she tried to walk steadily toward the bars.
He laughed at her as she grimaced with pain.
"Go to hell" she screamed,
The anger and pain finally getting too much for her she stumbled. Without thinking, Ames grabbed her through the bars to stop her falling. Both staring down at his arms they didn't notice the footsteps coming towards them.
"Not interrupting anything am I?" a cold voice asked from the darkness.
Chapter two
As the men approached, Max mentally readied herself. The men were not that big but they were muscled and amusement shone in their eyes.
"Hi, don't suppose you're here to chat?" She was scared but she would die before letting them know that. The taller of the two leaned toward her until they were mere inches apart.
"Not quite luv" he whispered in an upper class English accent.
Oh God. Oh God. This guy was really freaking her out. Why was he getting so close? Her heart was beating fast and a sense of dread washed over her as he grabbed her face. Then the realisation hit her. Hard. Please don't let him rape me.
Max fought the urge to flinch and returned his stare.
He flashed her a pleasant smile and stepped back. Before slamming his fist in to her face. Relief washed over her as she realised he was just going to beat the crap out of her she almost laughed at the thought of being relieved to get beaten up and it must have shown on her face because a round house kick hit her in the stomach.
When Max found breath enough to talk, she raised her head to meet his gaze and put all her effort in to a glare that could peel paint.
"Aren't you supposed to ask questions first, ya know like where's the magical piglet hidden? Or did ya miss that chapter of torturing for dummies?"
The man looked more amused than offended. " The magical piglet? " he laughed, "That's real cute. But in response to your previous question, no I'm not supposed to ask questions, I just have to hurt you." He winked at her "a lot."
Great not only was he going to hurt her but apparently he was going to annoy the hell out of her as well.
"What are ya gonna do irritate me to death?" she snapped.
He smirked at her but said nothing. Max shot him a disgusted look
"Just get on with it Jeeves" she said referring to the Internet butler.
"Anything for you sweetheart." And with that, he launched in to a series of boxer like moves slamming fist after fist in to her face and midsection. This carried on for about 15 minutes.
Her eyes were swimming the pain was making her dizzy, nauseous. The chains pulled at her wrists making them bleed as she jerked with each blow. Her whole body was numb and her mind unfocused as she slipped in to the black.
"Oi pass me the needle and grab her legs we'll take her back now." The English guy said to the smaller man as they both carried max back to her cell. Ames white had returned from work in a considerably worse mood. Those stupid morons, he thought to himself didn't they realise that he couldn't care less about the rules. Apparently not, he'd been summoned to the head office by his superiors from |Manticore. Basically he had been told that if he didn't tone it down he'd be killed, well they used the word consequence but he'd worked for them long enough to know that they meant the same thing.
As he headed back to the familiar's headquarters his thoughts kept returning to 452. I wonder how she survived her first beating he smiled as images of her bleeding body flowed through his mind. These thoughts kept him satisfied as he walked up the steps to the entrance.
"Fe'nos tol." A short woman with greying hair said giving a small bow
"Fe'nos tol" he nodded in reply and entered the building.
As he walked past the large room in which max was contained an image came to his mind but not one of pain or blood. He remembered how small her voice was as she asked him what came next. He shook his head as if physically removing the thought and continued down the corridor. Ignoring the feeling in the pit of his stomach, he headed toward her cell.
Max had finally come around and was sat on her bed trying to piece together the last 24 hours.
"Ok" she said to herself, "So the familiars have finally decided to acknowledge my existence, unfortunately instead of ignoring me they're now torturing me so I'm thinking that's not really an improvement" she sighed and lay down
White was leant against a wall just out of site chuckling to himself 452 really was amusing. Finally, he stepped up to the cage. Still smirking.
"452, had a good day?" his voice mocking. Max flew of the bed in surprise. Strange she should have at least heard my footsteps. As Max turned he saw that the right side of her face was thick with congealed blood. Ahh he thought it must have affected her hearing. In truth, her hearing was just fine she'd just been so deep in thought that she hadn't noticed him.
"What do you want?" she snapped "Don't you have a life? Or did you just get bored with killing people?"
"Touché. I had quite an eventful day actually, we got more transgenic scum than usual and only a couple of them were monsters." He flashed a smile as Max's eyes widened "I bet you tearing up inside wondering which of your precious friends I've killed today, do you want me to tell you?" he asked.
Max shook her head forcing the tears away
"What was that 452"
"No, don't tell me" she whispered her voice shaking
White sighed "See this is your problem 452 your bleeding heart makes you weak, you don't know I've killed anyone. I could have spent the day sat on my ass watching TV for all you know. Now I'm not saying I did and I'm not saying I didn't but you let your emotions get in the way and now your weaker than you were five minutes ago."
"You bastard" she cried
" Maybe 452 but at the end of the day I'm out here and your not. Do you see what I'm saying, do you understand?"
" If I have to be heartless scum to be free, then you can stick it coz I ain't interested in your opinion, you arrogant ass!"
"Now, now 452 I'm sensing a little hostility and frankly I'm hurt I'm mean here you are in this lovely room, we feed you, let you go to the bathroom and you throw it back in our faces." She glared at him but her pain was evident as she tried to walk steadily toward the bars.
He laughed at her as she grimaced with pain.
"Go to hell" she screamed,
The anger and pain finally getting too much for her she stumbled. Without thinking, Ames grabbed her through the bars to stop her falling. Both staring down at his arms they didn't notice the footsteps coming towards them.
"Not interrupting anything am I?" a cold voice asked from the darkness.