Almost okay
Chapter six
Max had taken a turn for the worse. She lay on her bed drifting in and out of consciousness. It seemed that the constant array of sedatives, and paralytic drugs had caused some permanent damage. Her healing abilities had been reduced to almost nothing leaving her fevered.
She was dying.
A meeting had been called within the conclave. A crowd of around two hundred had gathered in the hall. A decision would be made.
A woman stepped forward her black cloak flowing like some clichéd Dracula, the already silent hall faced her with the utmost respect.
"Welcome" she said voice bouncing off the stonewalls.
"You all know why we are here, the girls fate lies in your hands. You must decide, the majority rules"
"I wish to know more of the girls state, sister." A short balding man stepped forward "If I am to pass judgement on her soul." Murmurs of agreement ran through the hall.
"She is dying." The woman snapped. "Without medical attention she will die within weeks, maybe even days, what more do you wish to know."
The man stepped forward again. " It is too soon, we might still need her after the ceremony."
The woman nodded "That creates a problem, how ever we have no alternative, and we don't know for sure that we need her."
Another woman stepped forward. "We could help her, until after the ceremony. Then we'd have no need for her, and she'd get what she deserved.
The hall fell silent. "Those who agree her raise your hand" a sea of hands were thrust upwards with a disturbing eagerness.
"Very well, she will be returned to health until after the ceremony." The woman turned and stalked out the room as the masses dispersed.
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Ames white snapped his cell phone shut.
This was it, the guilt he'd been plagued with since her worsening state had been magnified. She would be killed. The thought of returning tonight, seeing her made him nauseous.
He would still go. He had too. He had made it his duty, he would stand at the bars of her cell, watching, waiting. Taking in every movement, every pain filled sound. It seemed like ages ago, when she'd wait for him. Smartass comments at the ready.
Did she know he was there?
Did she know he would always be there?
At least she'd get better first. Maybe she'd get lucky, find away to escape.
That was never going to happen but it was easy to pretend.
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There he was just standing there. Looking at her like she'd grown a third head, or should that be second?
"Well" she asked tapping her foot.
"Well what?" he asked voice void of emotion. Why did he have to try so hard around her, every time she spoke he felt his mask slipping.
"What do you want, why are you here and why haven't you said anything. That good enough or do ya need me to slow it down?"
"What makes you think I want anything from you" he spat reaching for a cigarette.
"Gee I don't know, maybe the fact that you're here. Oh and by the way your not supposed to smoke in here." She said smirking.
White just glared at her.
"Maybe I just wanted to see if you were dead yet, and I must say I 'm sorely disappointed 452"
"Yeah well get used to it, coz I ain't going anywhere." She snapped back.
"Is that a fact." He drawled before turning to leave.
"Wait, hey stop." She called after him. "Please"
At her final word he paused for a second as if having some colossal internal debate. Turning back he headed toward her. She eyed him cautiously. "What did you mean?" She demanded standing opposite him.
Raising his eyebrows, he took another step towards her, leaning against the bars. He motioned her closer. Warily she also took a step forward.
"Did you really think that your recovery had anything to do with you max, did you?"
Max shrugged decidedly ignoring the use of her name.
"They planned this, all of it and there's nothing we can do about it. There's nothing anyone can do about it."
"It has to do with a ceremony doesn't it, I heard the guards talk about it this morning. Please tell me I'm not a sacrifice," she said incredulously.
"Yes and no"
"What the hell kind off answer is that?" she snapped.
"You're not a sacrifice but you will be killed after the ceremony.unless."
"Unless what." She pressed.
He smirked. "Unless you escape of course" Max rolled her eyes
"Escape, wow! What a good idea. Why didn't I think of that?" she snapped, "The only way I can escape is if you let me out and your not going to let me out are you."
"Hell no" he laughed coldly "but if your friend knew where you were, am I right in assuming they'd get you out?"
"In a second, but they don't do they or they would have come already." This time it was whites turn to roll his eyes.
"Yes but they could be told."
"Your telling me that you'd help me escape? Yeah right!" she mocked "The infamous Ames White helping a lowly transgenic bid for freedom!"
"Well 452 if that the way you feel forget I said anything"
"Wait, your serious aren't you? Why are you doing this?" her voice had gone uncharacteristically small
"Is it important why?" he snapped eyes turning cold.
"It is, yeah. I'd like to know." She reached for his arm.
Stepping away he turned and headed down the corridor. "I'll be back tomorrow. Oh and 452"
"Yeah?"
"If you tell anyone else about this I'll kill you myself"
A/N Tanks for reading this far!
Please review, or I'll lose the will update
Chapter six
Max had taken a turn for the worse. She lay on her bed drifting in and out of consciousness. It seemed that the constant array of sedatives, and paralytic drugs had caused some permanent damage. Her healing abilities had been reduced to almost nothing leaving her fevered.
She was dying.
A meeting had been called within the conclave. A crowd of around two hundred had gathered in the hall. A decision would be made.
A woman stepped forward her black cloak flowing like some clichéd Dracula, the already silent hall faced her with the utmost respect.
"Welcome" she said voice bouncing off the stonewalls.
"You all know why we are here, the girls fate lies in your hands. You must decide, the majority rules"
"I wish to know more of the girls state, sister." A short balding man stepped forward "If I am to pass judgement on her soul." Murmurs of agreement ran through the hall.
"She is dying." The woman snapped. "Without medical attention she will die within weeks, maybe even days, what more do you wish to know."
The man stepped forward again. " It is too soon, we might still need her after the ceremony."
The woman nodded "That creates a problem, how ever we have no alternative, and we don't know for sure that we need her."
Another woman stepped forward. "We could help her, until after the ceremony. Then we'd have no need for her, and she'd get what she deserved.
The hall fell silent. "Those who agree her raise your hand" a sea of hands were thrust upwards with a disturbing eagerness.
"Very well, she will be returned to health until after the ceremony." The woman turned and stalked out the room as the masses dispersed.
*******************************
Ames white snapped his cell phone shut.
This was it, the guilt he'd been plagued with since her worsening state had been magnified. She would be killed. The thought of returning tonight, seeing her made him nauseous.
He would still go. He had too. He had made it his duty, he would stand at the bars of her cell, watching, waiting. Taking in every movement, every pain filled sound. It seemed like ages ago, when she'd wait for him. Smartass comments at the ready.
Did she know he was there?
Did she know he would always be there?
At least she'd get better first. Maybe she'd get lucky, find away to escape.
That was never going to happen but it was easy to pretend.
*******************************
There he was just standing there. Looking at her like she'd grown a third head, or should that be second?
"Well" she asked tapping her foot.
"Well what?" he asked voice void of emotion. Why did he have to try so hard around her, every time she spoke he felt his mask slipping.
"What do you want, why are you here and why haven't you said anything. That good enough or do ya need me to slow it down?"
"What makes you think I want anything from you" he spat reaching for a cigarette.
"Gee I don't know, maybe the fact that you're here. Oh and by the way your not supposed to smoke in here." She said smirking.
White just glared at her.
"Maybe I just wanted to see if you were dead yet, and I must say I 'm sorely disappointed 452"
"Yeah well get used to it, coz I ain't going anywhere." She snapped back.
"Is that a fact." He drawled before turning to leave.
"Wait, hey stop." She called after him. "Please"
At her final word he paused for a second as if having some colossal internal debate. Turning back he headed toward her. She eyed him cautiously. "What did you mean?" She demanded standing opposite him.
Raising his eyebrows, he took another step towards her, leaning against the bars. He motioned her closer. Warily she also took a step forward.
"Did you really think that your recovery had anything to do with you max, did you?"
Max shrugged decidedly ignoring the use of her name.
"They planned this, all of it and there's nothing we can do about it. There's nothing anyone can do about it."
"It has to do with a ceremony doesn't it, I heard the guards talk about it this morning. Please tell me I'm not a sacrifice," she said incredulously.
"Yes and no"
"What the hell kind off answer is that?" she snapped.
"You're not a sacrifice but you will be killed after the ceremony.unless."
"Unless what." She pressed.
He smirked. "Unless you escape of course" Max rolled her eyes
"Escape, wow! What a good idea. Why didn't I think of that?" she snapped, "The only way I can escape is if you let me out and your not going to let me out are you."
"Hell no" he laughed coldly "but if your friend knew where you were, am I right in assuming they'd get you out?"
"In a second, but they don't do they or they would have come already." This time it was whites turn to roll his eyes.
"Yes but they could be told."
"Your telling me that you'd help me escape? Yeah right!" she mocked "The infamous Ames White helping a lowly transgenic bid for freedom!"
"Well 452 if that the way you feel forget I said anything"
"Wait, your serious aren't you? Why are you doing this?" her voice had gone uncharacteristically small
"Is it important why?" he snapped eyes turning cold.
"It is, yeah. I'd like to know." She reached for his arm.
Stepping away he turned and headed down the corridor. "I'll be back tomorrow. Oh and 452"
"Yeah?"
"If you tell anyone else about this I'll kill you myself"
A/N Tanks for reading this far!
Please review, or I'll lose the will update