A/N: THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS. I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THIS STORY. I'M
WORKING ON FOUR OTHER STORIES WRITE NOW. IT'S KIND OF CRAZY, ESPECIALLY
NOW THAT I'M GOING TO TRY TO WRITE A SEQUEL FOR ONE OF MY OTHER FICS ON
FFNET.
ANYWAY, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER.
ENJOY.
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Max forced her heavy eyes to open. Everything was fuzzy. The room was spinning and she wanted to vomit. She moved her hand to touch her aching head but found that she was restrained to the bed.
"Great." She mumbled in frustration. Max yanked it harder but her arms felt heavy and her strength had abandoned her.
"Calm down." A familiar voice spoke out in the distance and Max focused to try to focus on the figure nearby.
She looked shocked to see her sister, leaning against the doorframe. "Brin." Her voice was raspy. "How long was I here?"
"Over a week." Brin explained. "You've been unconscious because of the medication."
Max looked horrified as she struggled to free herself from the restraints. "They pumped me with drugs?" She asked angrily.
Brin nodded unfeelingly. "It's for the baby. To make it healthier."
"Oh God." She gasped. "Brin, you have to untie me."
The other girl shook her head. "That's against orders. Lay perfectly still or you'll hurt the baby." Brin declared as she pointedly glanced at Max's stomach.
"They're hurting us already! Brin, untie me." She pleaded but Brin made no indication to do so.
"This is for your own good."
Max struggled against the restraints. "The hell it is!" She screamed.
Brin sighed and a doctor in a white lab coat appeared behind her. Brin gave a nod and the frighteningly, creepy man walked over to Max; a syringe between his fingers.
"Don't struggle. This will help." The doctor said as he inched the syringe to Max's arm.
"Get the fuck away from me or I will kill you!" She screamed.
The man looked unimpressed and he jabbed the needle into her arm. Max's struggle began to listen as he body relaxed under the drug.
The man's image began to dim as Max desperately tried to stay awake.
In the distance she heard Brin's voice. "Welcome home, soldier."
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Alec leaned his body against the wall as he folded his arms in front of his chest. His body craved sleep which he greatly lacked for almost a week now.
He looked furious.
"There's nothing." His voice was tired and tense. He had just returned from trying to find a trail that could lead him to Max.
Logan, who was still in his wheelchair, sighed sharply. "I know but we'll find her. We will and if not, Max will find a way to contact us." He declared although not sounding thoroughly convincing.
Cindy, who was perched on the arm of the two-seater in Logan's living room, frowned as she impatiently tapped her fingers. "You have to find her." She said desperately.
Alec shot her an annoyed look. "That's what we've been trying to do for weeks now." He said rigidly.
Cindy turned her eyes on him, wishing that she could tell him the truth. But she knew she couldn't do it to Alec. It would drive him crazy to know that Max was out there, untraceable and possibly in great danger, carrying his unborn child.
"What did Asha find?" She asked. Logan had recruited the blonde girl to help in their search for Max.
Logan cleared his throat uncomfortably. "She had a couple of her men track down trucks carrying cargo outside of Seattle. There was nothing. Asha hasn't heard any rumor about any military operation in the vicinity."
"Did you check cargo ships?" Alec asked.
Logan nodded tiredly. "I checked carrier planes, cargo ships, fishing boats, everything. There was nothing unusual about the activity except the normal illegal smuggling of rare artifacts going on. I even hacked into the FBI database but nothing. It's like she vanished into thin air."
"Max can't just vanish. She has to have left a trail. We're going to find her." Alec declared in determination.
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A cold hand touched her cheek and Max jerked, bringing her out of her fitful sleep. She blinked her eyes and focused them on the figure looming over her.
Renfro.
The blonde woman was looking like Max was an animal displayed in a zoo.
"Hello, 452." Renfro greeted; her voice eerily cheerful.
"Bitch." Max hissed weakly.
Renfro's heels clicked against the tile floor are she circled Max. "There's no need for attitude, 452. We can be great friends." She sounded amused.
"Go to hell."
The woman snickered. "This is hell, 452. Your hell and I rule it." She whispered against Max's ear.
"When I get out, I'll kill you."
Renfro looked unimpressed. "I have great plans for you." She said. "I was going to either re-indoctrinate you back to Manticore and if you didn't comply, I planned to sell parts of you to the highest bidder."
"You'll pay. I swear to you, I will not die until I see you suffer by my hands."
She smirked. "Your threats are petty, 452, but you're right. You're not going to die. You're too useful for the survival of Manticore. My survival. You and your hell spawn, if this pregnancy comes to term, will have a great role in my plan."
"Touch my child and I'll-"
"You'll what? Glare at me to death? Threaten me? There's nothing you can do, 452. You have no power."
Max glared at Renfro, imagining the fifteen different ways of killing her slowly and painfully with only the use of her index and middle finger.
"We'll see about that." She hissed.
~*~
A/N: SORRY IF THAT WAS SHORT AND UNEVENTFUL. IT WILL GET SOMEWHERE, I PROMISE. I'D MAKE THIS NOTE LONGER BUT I'M SUPER TIRED. I HAVE DEPRIVED MYSELF OF SLEEP.
THANKS FOR READING.
DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW.
ANYWAY, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER.
ENJOY.
~*~
Max forced her heavy eyes to open. Everything was fuzzy. The room was spinning and she wanted to vomit. She moved her hand to touch her aching head but found that she was restrained to the bed.
"Great." She mumbled in frustration. Max yanked it harder but her arms felt heavy and her strength had abandoned her.
"Calm down." A familiar voice spoke out in the distance and Max focused to try to focus on the figure nearby.
She looked shocked to see her sister, leaning against the doorframe. "Brin." Her voice was raspy. "How long was I here?"
"Over a week." Brin explained. "You've been unconscious because of the medication."
Max looked horrified as she struggled to free herself from the restraints. "They pumped me with drugs?" She asked angrily.
Brin nodded unfeelingly. "It's for the baby. To make it healthier."
"Oh God." She gasped. "Brin, you have to untie me."
The other girl shook her head. "That's against orders. Lay perfectly still or you'll hurt the baby." Brin declared as she pointedly glanced at Max's stomach.
"They're hurting us already! Brin, untie me." She pleaded but Brin made no indication to do so.
"This is for your own good."
Max struggled against the restraints. "The hell it is!" She screamed.
Brin sighed and a doctor in a white lab coat appeared behind her. Brin gave a nod and the frighteningly, creepy man walked over to Max; a syringe between his fingers.
"Don't struggle. This will help." The doctor said as he inched the syringe to Max's arm.
"Get the fuck away from me or I will kill you!" She screamed.
The man looked unimpressed and he jabbed the needle into her arm. Max's struggle began to listen as he body relaxed under the drug.
The man's image began to dim as Max desperately tried to stay awake.
In the distance she heard Brin's voice. "Welcome home, soldier."
************************************************************************
Alec leaned his body against the wall as he folded his arms in front of his chest. His body craved sleep which he greatly lacked for almost a week now.
He looked furious.
"There's nothing." His voice was tired and tense. He had just returned from trying to find a trail that could lead him to Max.
Logan, who was still in his wheelchair, sighed sharply. "I know but we'll find her. We will and if not, Max will find a way to contact us." He declared although not sounding thoroughly convincing.
Cindy, who was perched on the arm of the two-seater in Logan's living room, frowned as she impatiently tapped her fingers. "You have to find her." She said desperately.
Alec shot her an annoyed look. "That's what we've been trying to do for weeks now." He said rigidly.
Cindy turned her eyes on him, wishing that she could tell him the truth. But she knew she couldn't do it to Alec. It would drive him crazy to know that Max was out there, untraceable and possibly in great danger, carrying his unborn child.
"What did Asha find?" She asked. Logan had recruited the blonde girl to help in their search for Max.
Logan cleared his throat uncomfortably. "She had a couple of her men track down trucks carrying cargo outside of Seattle. There was nothing. Asha hasn't heard any rumor about any military operation in the vicinity."
"Did you check cargo ships?" Alec asked.
Logan nodded tiredly. "I checked carrier planes, cargo ships, fishing boats, everything. There was nothing unusual about the activity except the normal illegal smuggling of rare artifacts going on. I even hacked into the FBI database but nothing. It's like she vanished into thin air."
"Max can't just vanish. She has to have left a trail. We're going to find her." Alec declared in determination.
************************************************************************
A cold hand touched her cheek and Max jerked, bringing her out of her fitful sleep. She blinked her eyes and focused them on the figure looming over her.
Renfro.
The blonde woman was looking like Max was an animal displayed in a zoo.
"Hello, 452." Renfro greeted; her voice eerily cheerful.
"Bitch." Max hissed weakly.
Renfro's heels clicked against the tile floor are she circled Max. "There's no need for attitude, 452. We can be great friends." She sounded amused.
"Go to hell."
The woman snickered. "This is hell, 452. Your hell and I rule it." She whispered against Max's ear.
"When I get out, I'll kill you."
Renfro looked unimpressed. "I have great plans for you." She said. "I was going to either re-indoctrinate you back to Manticore and if you didn't comply, I planned to sell parts of you to the highest bidder."
"You'll pay. I swear to you, I will not die until I see you suffer by my hands."
She smirked. "Your threats are petty, 452, but you're right. You're not going to die. You're too useful for the survival of Manticore. My survival. You and your hell spawn, if this pregnancy comes to term, will have a great role in my plan."
"Touch my child and I'll-"
"You'll what? Glare at me to death? Threaten me? There's nothing you can do, 452. You have no power."
Max glared at Renfro, imagining the fifteen different ways of killing her slowly and painfully with only the use of her index and middle finger.
"We'll see about that." She hissed.
~*~
A/N: SORRY IF THAT WAS SHORT AND UNEVENTFUL. IT WILL GET SOMEWHERE, I PROMISE. I'D MAKE THIS NOTE LONGER BUT I'M SUPER TIRED. I HAVE DEPRIVED MYSELF OF SLEEP.
THANKS FOR READING.
DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW.