Memories
Summary: This takes place eight years after the siege and the transgenics are free. They won the war but paid a terrible prize. Pairing: MA Disclaimer: Not mine, blabla. You know the deal. AN: I'm Swedish, so my grammar isn't the best.
A girl walked slowly down the rain wet streets, totally un-worried about the screams and yells from different gangs, the homeless people sleeping in the corners and the man following her on a distance. 'Hah' she thought. 'Like I didn't noticed...' But why should she worry? She was more than capable to defend herself. She entered a sloppy bar dressed in a long black coat with a hood that hide her beautiful features. 'Yeah, sloppy but not sloppier than any other bar in post-pulse San Francisco' Max thought for herself.
"Scotch, double." She ordered. The female bartender nodded. Max took a closer look at her. A sweet girl with blue dyed hair and blue make up around her eyes. Her eyes, it was something familiar with those eyes... Max shrugged the thought off. After eight years on the run, many faces were familiar. Eight years... 'I'm old', she thought. She might still looks like twenty but transgenics don't age. And her heart... her heart felt like a thousand years old. Crashed beyond all reparation. She poured the liquor down her throat.
"You don't look to happy, sweetheart" the blue haired bartender said lightly.
"I'm not too happy, why would I look like I was?" max bit back.
"What did he do? Cheated on you? Ran away with another girl? Men are bastards, all of them" the bartender asked, curious.
Max had enough. Patience had never been her strong side. She slammed her glass down on the bar. In the same moment fell her hood from her face. "No, he died, in MY arms, with MY name on his lips and with bullets supposed for ME in his body." Her voice was ice cold.
The eyes of the bartender flew wide open. 'It cant be... It just CANT be... Oh my god... it is...' "Max?" She whispered.
Max was stunned. A memory, in the very back of her mind, she tried to reach it... 'No, not after all those years... It couldn't be' "Jondy?"
The bartender nodded with tears in her eyes.
The memory came back to Max with full force, and with the memory came the anger. The feeling of betrayal.
"WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU?!" Max screamed and made the other guests turn their head to watch the furious girl. "Where the hell were you when we fought for our freedom, our lifes?! Where were YOU when so many of us fell and died?! Why didn't you help me, help us?!"
Jondy had tears falling down her cheeks. Shame and guilt came flooding over her. "I'm sorry Maxie... I were never as strong as you, as brave as you, I were never the true fighter you were. I ran too far to stop, to far to go back. I am sorry Maxie.
Max's eyes went blank when she thought of her fight, her war. Memories she would rather forget came flooding to her mind. Pictures of Syl and Krit, dead in each other's arms, Joshua with six bullets in his body, still trying to fight the Familiars when he fell. Pictures of Whites gun, pointed at her, pictures of him, throwing himself in front of the gun, taking her bullets. Him, who never once failed her, made her disappointed. Him, who gladly gave his life for her. Him, dying, in her arms, whispering her name.
Freedom, yes. But for a terrible prize.
"Maxie" Jondy said softly "Who was he?"
"Alec, 494, twin of Ben" She said simply.
Summary: This takes place eight years after the siege and the transgenics are free. They won the war but paid a terrible prize. Pairing: MA Disclaimer: Not mine, blabla. You know the deal. AN: I'm Swedish, so my grammar isn't the best.
A girl walked slowly down the rain wet streets, totally un-worried about the screams and yells from different gangs, the homeless people sleeping in the corners and the man following her on a distance. 'Hah' she thought. 'Like I didn't noticed...' But why should she worry? She was more than capable to defend herself. She entered a sloppy bar dressed in a long black coat with a hood that hide her beautiful features. 'Yeah, sloppy but not sloppier than any other bar in post-pulse San Francisco' Max thought for herself.
"Scotch, double." She ordered. The female bartender nodded. Max took a closer look at her. A sweet girl with blue dyed hair and blue make up around her eyes. Her eyes, it was something familiar with those eyes... Max shrugged the thought off. After eight years on the run, many faces were familiar. Eight years... 'I'm old', she thought. She might still looks like twenty but transgenics don't age. And her heart... her heart felt like a thousand years old. Crashed beyond all reparation. She poured the liquor down her throat.
"You don't look to happy, sweetheart" the blue haired bartender said lightly.
"I'm not too happy, why would I look like I was?" max bit back.
"What did he do? Cheated on you? Ran away with another girl? Men are bastards, all of them" the bartender asked, curious.
Max had enough. Patience had never been her strong side. She slammed her glass down on the bar. In the same moment fell her hood from her face. "No, he died, in MY arms, with MY name on his lips and with bullets supposed for ME in his body." Her voice was ice cold.
The eyes of the bartender flew wide open. 'It cant be... It just CANT be... Oh my god... it is...' "Max?" She whispered.
Max was stunned. A memory, in the very back of her mind, she tried to reach it... 'No, not after all those years... It couldn't be' "Jondy?"
The bartender nodded with tears in her eyes.
The memory came back to Max with full force, and with the memory came the anger. The feeling of betrayal.
"WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU?!" Max screamed and made the other guests turn their head to watch the furious girl. "Where the hell were you when we fought for our freedom, our lifes?! Where were YOU when so many of us fell and died?! Why didn't you help me, help us?!"
Jondy had tears falling down her cheeks. Shame and guilt came flooding over her. "I'm sorry Maxie... I were never as strong as you, as brave as you, I were never the true fighter you were. I ran too far to stop, to far to go back. I am sorry Maxie.
Max's eyes went blank when she thought of her fight, her war. Memories she would rather forget came flooding to her mind. Pictures of Syl and Krit, dead in each other's arms, Joshua with six bullets in his body, still trying to fight the Familiars when he fell. Pictures of Whites gun, pointed at her, pictures of him, throwing himself in front of the gun, taking her bullets. Him, who never once failed her, made her disappointed. Him, who gladly gave his life for her. Him, dying, in her arms, whispering her name.
Freedom, yes. But for a terrible prize.
"Maxie" Jondy said softly "Who was he?"
"Alec, 494, twin of Ben" She said simply.