Almost okay
Chapter three
White jerked back his arms as if he had been bitten, letting Max fall to the ground. As he straightened up, he thought he heard her mutter "Ass" under her breath but he couldn't be sure.
The voice belonged to a tall woman with an expressionless face and cold eyes. Max backed away from them, even though the woman was ignoring her. She watched the interaction between the two familiars with interest. It seemed that white was scared of her, well as scared as white got anyway.
He spoke after what seemed like ages, "Fe'nos tol sister."
"Fe'nos tol" she replied coldly, she cast Max a hateful look before turning back to White.
"Come with me." She ordered as she stalked away. White also looked at Max giving her his trademark glare, he then followed suit, leaving the confused transgenic sprawled on the floor.
What the hell happened there? She thought. Slowly she made her way back to her bed and sat down.
Ok so what if he had stopped her falling he had still been an ass about it, and he could possibly have killed some of her friends but she didn't know that for sure.
God why did this bother her so much, he only stuck his arm out, it was probably just his reflexes. Yeah right, a voice in the back of her head said, you just don't want to think he might actually be okay. Damn straight! She told herself fiercely he's my enemy and if he's got a conscience, well. that just screws everything up.
Face it max you don't like it because being evil is his only fault and with that fading fast, you're just scared that you might actually get to like him. That irritatingly smug voice had returned with a vengeance. Bullshit, she told herself forcefully.
Unfortunately one problem with arguing with yourself, you can tell when you're lying.
Sighing with frustration, she turned on her side and tried to get some much needed sleep. Hell she thought to herself maybe I'll feel differently tomorrow.
Yeah right.
Damn she really hated that voice.
White followed the familiar into an office like room and was instantly reminded of his run in with Manticore earlier in the day, the only difference was that he cared what these people thought of him.
" Brother White" she said with a little more respect than before.
"You have served the conclave well and your alias has proven useful on many occasions." At this, she turned to him with a tight-lipped smile
"It has, however come to our attention that your past with the girl, might influence certain decisions that are to be made in the future. Do you understand what I am saying Brother, this attitude you have toward her must stop. It has already hindered the process, but it can't continue. It is because of this, that your contact with 452 must be kept to a minimum, by the order of the high council. Do you understand?"
White knew what she was saying; his anger toward 452 had disrupted the plans of the high council. If he weren't so important, the penalty would be death.
"I understand sister." He replied before turning to leave. The woman spoke to his retreating back.
"It was a wise man that once said it is a fine line between love and hate, brother, be careful, do not get in the way of the council again you will not survive it."
He tensed at her words but kept walking. It took all his strength not to stop as he passed her cell but his gaze didn't falter and he didn't stop walking until he got to his car.
He sat there for a while with a half empty bottle of vodka clutched in his hands, going over what had just happened. He tried to think about everything she had said but it was useless. His mind kept going over her parting shot, what did she mean a thin line between love and hate. She couldn't possibly believe that he had feelings for 452; after all, she was just transgenic scum. Wasn't she?
His head was pounding. He kept thinking about yesterday when he had told her to keep quiet about the fact that she didn't know about the prophecies. Why had he done it? The answer was simple, because he didn't want her dead.
He hated the things he had done to help her, hated himself for not killing her when he had the chance. Nevertheless, facts were facts, it didn't matter how much he loathed himself afterwards, when he got near her those kinds of things just happened. It was like a hurricane, dangerous and natural but completely unstoppable.
He let out a defeated groan and started the car.
Damn why hadn't he killed her when he had the chance.
Chapter three
White jerked back his arms as if he had been bitten, letting Max fall to the ground. As he straightened up, he thought he heard her mutter "Ass" under her breath but he couldn't be sure.
The voice belonged to a tall woman with an expressionless face and cold eyes. Max backed away from them, even though the woman was ignoring her. She watched the interaction between the two familiars with interest. It seemed that white was scared of her, well as scared as white got anyway.
He spoke after what seemed like ages, "Fe'nos tol sister."
"Fe'nos tol" she replied coldly, she cast Max a hateful look before turning back to White.
"Come with me." She ordered as she stalked away. White also looked at Max giving her his trademark glare, he then followed suit, leaving the confused transgenic sprawled on the floor.
What the hell happened there? She thought. Slowly she made her way back to her bed and sat down.
Ok so what if he had stopped her falling he had still been an ass about it, and he could possibly have killed some of her friends but she didn't know that for sure.
God why did this bother her so much, he only stuck his arm out, it was probably just his reflexes. Yeah right, a voice in the back of her head said, you just don't want to think he might actually be okay. Damn straight! She told herself fiercely he's my enemy and if he's got a conscience, well. that just screws everything up.
Face it max you don't like it because being evil is his only fault and with that fading fast, you're just scared that you might actually get to like him. That irritatingly smug voice had returned with a vengeance. Bullshit, she told herself forcefully.
Unfortunately one problem with arguing with yourself, you can tell when you're lying.
Sighing with frustration, she turned on her side and tried to get some much needed sleep. Hell she thought to herself maybe I'll feel differently tomorrow.
Yeah right.
Damn she really hated that voice.
White followed the familiar into an office like room and was instantly reminded of his run in with Manticore earlier in the day, the only difference was that he cared what these people thought of him.
" Brother White" she said with a little more respect than before.
"You have served the conclave well and your alias has proven useful on many occasions." At this, she turned to him with a tight-lipped smile
"It has, however come to our attention that your past with the girl, might influence certain decisions that are to be made in the future. Do you understand what I am saying Brother, this attitude you have toward her must stop. It has already hindered the process, but it can't continue. It is because of this, that your contact with 452 must be kept to a minimum, by the order of the high council. Do you understand?"
White knew what she was saying; his anger toward 452 had disrupted the plans of the high council. If he weren't so important, the penalty would be death.
"I understand sister." He replied before turning to leave. The woman spoke to his retreating back.
"It was a wise man that once said it is a fine line between love and hate, brother, be careful, do not get in the way of the council again you will not survive it."
He tensed at her words but kept walking. It took all his strength not to stop as he passed her cell but his gaze didn't falter and he didn't stop walking until he got to his car.
He sat there for a while with a half empty bottle of vodka clutched in his hands, going over what had just happened. He tried to think about everything she had said but it was useless. His mind kept going over her parting shot, what did she mean a thin line between love and hate. She couldn't possibly believe that he had feelings for 452; after all, she was just transgenic scum. Wasn't she?
His head was pounding. He kept thinking about yesterday when he had told her to keep quiet about the fact that she didn't know about the prophecies. Why had he done it? The answer was simple, because he didn't want her dead.
He hated the things he had done to help her, hated himself for not killing her when he had the chance. Nevertheless, facts were facts, it didn't matter how much he loathed himself afterwards, when he got near her those kinds of things just happened. It was like a hurricane, dangerous and natural but completely unstoppable.
He let out a defeated groan and started the car.
Damn why hadn't he killed her when he had the chance.