Chapter 4
Author's Note: The second half to the chapter I cut in, well, half.
(Pari106: I would give Asha a break, but I don't like her! Maybe she'll get one anyway though. I
really don't know. You'd think I would, but I don't. Like many other authors it would seem, I'm
not quite in control of my own stories. (They say that, I'm not being insulting.) Every time I try
to do something, it ends up coming out differently. Didn't you notice the whole, chapter cut in
half thing?)
Today's Motto: Death to control freaks!? I dunno. I feel I have to write these mottos even
though I may not be able to think of anything to say. They're just my thing, and I like æem!
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(Logan's POV)
"Okay, turn here," Max instructed Logan. He turned. "Now go around that corner . . . ."
"Go in there," Alec piped in. "Turn left up there . . . ."
"Now in there," Max added. "No! Not there! There!"
"Geez Logan, pay attention!" Alec scolded. "Turn here."
"Okay . . ." Max said. "Ah! Here he is."
"Finally," Alec muttered.
"Huh?" Logan asked, very confused and a little frustrated at the constant orders.
"Everybody wave to White!" Alec said cheerily. He and Max waved.
"Uh, guys?" Logan said. "You *do* know that I probably can't out-drive White, right?"
"Yep," Alec said. "We know."
"Huh?!?!?" -Christ,- Logan thought. -It's like they know exactly what each other is thinking.-
Logan felt a slight pang of jealousy. -Heh. Maybe she's not still hung up on me after all.-
"Oh!" Max said. "Turn here!" Logan swerved hard, almost missing the turn.
"Geez Max, pay attention!" Alec scolded. "Oh! Logan! Turn there!" Logan swerved hard, once
again almost missing the turn.
"Geez Alec, pay attention!" Max mocked. "Okay Logan, turn into here, pull over, and stop."
-Huh?!?!?- "What?!?!?"
"Turn into here, pull over, and stop," Alec repeated. "You know, spin the wheel-thingy? Hit the
brake-thingy?"
"Shut up," Logan said. "Max, are you sure about this? I mean, it's pretty crowded here." They
drove down Murray Street, which was coming dangerously close to a traffic jam. Logan was
surprised he'd been able to even go on the street without being hit by a few crazed, impatient
drivers.
"I know it's crowded."
Logan sighed in frustration. He turned, pulled over, and stopped, hearing several horns beep and
several curses floating from other vehicles.
"Wow! Good job, Logan!" Alec mocked.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?"
"Yes. Yes you did."
"Logan, did you just growl?" Sketchy asked, wide-eyed at the sound he heard coming from
Logan.
Despite their situation, Max and Alec laughed.
-Gallows humour,- Logan thought. -How fun.- At least, he hoped it was gallows humour. He'd
be rather scared if they were actually amused right now.
"Here he comes," Max said as White pulled up. "Okay, you guys stay in here." She and Alec
began to get out.
"Max, wait!" Logan said. He reached over OC and Sketchy into his glove compartment and
pulled out a gun. "Take this."
Max took it and handed it to Alec. "You're not at one-hundred percent. Here."
Alec took the gun and the two of them got out. Logan sighed again.
***
Max and Alec stepped to the back of the car and waited as White pulled up and got out of the
black sedan, and then three more cars pulled up behind him. Several more car horns honked
loudly.
"Hey White, how ya doin'?" Alec asked.
"He's not lookin' too good," Max murmured to Alec, loud enough for White to hear.
"Meh," Alec said. "I always thought he was rather butt-ugly anyway."
White cleared his throat impatiently. "Why don't we just get down to business, huh four-five-
two?"
"Yeah," Alec agreed. "Geez Max, pay atten . . ." Alec trailed of as two of White's men pulled
Asha roughly from their car, holding her at gunpoint. " . . . tion."
Max shuddered. "She had to come back," she whispered, just loud enough for Alec to hear.
Which was also just loud enough for White to hear.
White raised an eyebrow an looked momentarily confused.
Max sighed. "Just tell us what you want *this time* so we can get it over with ASAP."
"It's quite simple, four-five-two -"
"Wait, wait, wait, lemme guess," Alec interrupted. "You want Max to turn herself in for Asha
here."
"To sum it up."
"Boy, this is getting old," Max said. "Okay, here's how it goes. You walk her up to Alec,
*slowly*, and I'll walk up to you. Got it?"
"Don't try anything, unless you want Blondie here, to wind up dead," White snarled at Alec and
Max. Alec looked at Max, half-expecting her to burst out in laughter. She managed to look
serious enough.
"Let's do this already," Max said. She took a step forward as the thick traffic continued to pass
by, seemingly not knowing or caring about the hostage situation playing out right next to them.
The many people who would have passed by on foot noticed, however, and stopped what they
were doing to watch. Despite the guns White and his men held, (and the gun Alec had concealed)
a crowd had begun to gather. More horns blared.
Max walked towards White, as his lackeys half-dragged Asha towards Alec. Alec kept his eyes
on Max.
As soon as White had his claws on Max, and his lackeys stepped away from Asha, Max elbowed
White in the face, hitting his already broken nose. Alec, having anticipated Max's actions, simply
reached out his two hands, grabbing the gun hands of White's lackeys and pulled them down until
he was able to ram his knees into each of their faces, one at a time. He moved so fast that the
second man didn't even have time to react before he was hit.
Alec shoved Asha to the ground behind him and to the side of Logan's car, and jumped high into
the air as White's other lackeys opened fire. Thankfully, Max was too close to White for them to
shoot at her without endangering their superior.
Max spun around and pulled back to punch White in the face. He dodged to the side and grabbed
her arm, using her own momentum to throw her to the ground.
At the sound of gunfire, Asha rolled underneath Logan's car. All the occupants of said car
reacted as well, ducking to avoid getting hit.
As soon as Alec landed he rushed to the nearest two shooters and quickly disarmed them. He
pistol-whipped the one to his left, and spun around, bringing his foot up to kick the other in the
head.
***
"Hey Mac! What's goin' on?" asked a young red-headed kid, walking towards his buddy.
"Jake, hey. Some kinda hostage situation thing," replied Mac, a tall, skinny blonde guy.
"Who's that guy?" Jake asked, pointing to White.
"Dunno. Some government suit."
"He looks familiar," Jake said, trying to see over a few heads to get a better look. He had no clue
how close to home his words were. "Holy shit! Is that Ames White?"
A few murmurs and gasps of recognition passed through the crowd as they heard him. "Yeah, I
think it is!" Mac replied. "Wow, we're seeing the one and only Ames White in action!"
Jake grinned. "This is aweso-" He cut off as gunshots rang out. He ducked with the rest of the
crowd. He still kept his head just high enough to see the action.
"Shit, look how fast they move!" Mac said, watching some guy and an extremely hot girl fight.
"They must be those mutant freaks."
"Christ, White is moving just as fast! He's one of 'em!" Jake cursed loudly.
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Okay, maybe I was wrong about the length of time, I decided I already had written enough to
make a chapter, so here you go!
Today's Other Motto: Time flies, sometimes when you expect it not to!
Review please! They make me insanely happy!
(And do me a favour, R & R my story, Two Little Pigs and A Llama. I love that story, you
should too!) (Nobody has read it yet!) (Just click on my name-author profile thingy! You'll find
it there! You probably coulda figured that out on your own! But hey, whatever it takes to get
you to R & R! If you think I'm scary, R & R, and add that in! It's one more reason for you to...)
Hopefully you get the picture and I'll shut up. For now.
I fixed my little error. I'm sorry I hurt everyone's feelings by having White say four-fifty-two!
He meant four-FIVE-two, I swear. Please don't hurt me. And if I missed any four-fifty-twos,
please don't brutally murder me!
Kris or kristi2o5: Thanx much for the suggestions, you're the only reviewer who bothered to help
me on the title. I'll take them all into consideration.
Author's Note: The second half to the chapter I cut in, well, half.
(Pari106: I would give Asha a break, but I don't like her! Maybe she'll get one anyway though. I
really don't know. You'd think I would, but I don't. Like many other authors it would seem, I'm
not quite in control of my own stories. (They say that, I'm not being insulting.) Every time I try
to do something, it ends up coming out differently. Didn't you notice the whole, chapter cut in
half thing?)
Today's Motto: Death to control freaks!? I dunno. I feel I have to write these mottos even
though I may not be able to think of anything to say. They're just my thing, and I like æem!
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(Logan's POV)
"Okay, turn here," Max instructed Logan. He turned. "Now go around that corner . . . ."
"Go in there," Alec piped in. "Turn left up there . . . ."
"Now in there," Max added. "No! Not there! There!"
"Geez Logan, pay attention!" Alec scolded. "Turn here."
"Okay . . ." Max said. "Ah! Here he is."
"Finally," Alec muttered.
"Huh?" Logan asked, very confused and a little frustrated at the constant orders.
"Everybody wave to White!" Alec said cheerily. He and Max waved.
"Uh, guys?" Logan said. "You *do* know that I probably can't out-drive White, right?"
"Yep," Alec said. "We know."
"Huh?!?!?" -Christ,- Logan thought. -It's like they know exactly what each other is thinking.-
Logan felt a slight pang of jealousy. -Heh. Maybe she's not still hung up on me after all.-
"Oh!" Max said. "Turn here!" Logan swerved hard, almost missing the turn.
"Geez Max, pay attention!" Alec scolded. "Oh! Logan! Turn there!" Logan swerved hard, once
again almost missing the turn.
"Geez Alec, pay attention!" Max mocked. "Okay Logan, turn into here, pull over, and stop."
-Huh?!?!?- "What?!?!?"
"Turn into here, pull over, and stop," Alec repeated. "You know, spin the wheel-thingy? Hit the
brake-thingy?"
"Shut up," Logan said. "Max, are you sure about this? I mean, it's pretty crowded here." They
drove down Murray Street, which was coming dangerously close to a traffic jam. Logan was
surprised he'd been able to even go on the street without being hit by a few crazed, impatient
drivers.
"I know it's crowded."
Logan sighed in frustration. He turned, pulled over, and stopped, hearing several horns beep and
several curses floating from other vehicles.
"Wow! Good job, Logan!" Alec mocked.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?"
"Yes. Yes you did."
"Logan, did you just growl?" Sketchy asked, wide-eyed at the sound he heard coming from
Logan.
Despite their situation, Max and Alec laughed.
-Gallows humour,- Logan thought. -How fun.- At least, he hoped it was gallows humour. He'd
be rather scared if they were actually amused right now.
"Here he comes," Max said as White pulled up. "Okay, you guys stay in here." She and Alec
began to get out.
"Max, wait!" Logan said. He reached over OC and Sketchy into his glove compartment and
pulled out a gun. "Take this."
Max took it and handed it to Alec. "You're not at one-hundred percent. Here."
Alec took the gun and the two of them got out. Logan sighed again.
***
Max and Alec stepped to the back of the car and waited as White pulled up and got out of the
black sedan, and then three more cars pulled up behind him. Several more car horns honked
loudly.
"Hey White, how ya doin'?" Alec asked.
"He's not lookin' too good," Max murmured to Alec, loud enough for White to hear.
"Meh," Alec said. "I always thought he was rather butt-ugly anyway."
White cleared his throat impatiently. "Why don't we just get down to business, huh four-five-
two?"
"Yeah," Alec agreed. "Geez Max, pay atten . . ." Alec trailed of as two of White's men pulled
Asha roughly from their car, holding her at gunpoint. " . . . tion."
Max shuddered. "She had to come back," she whispered, just loud enough for Alec to hear.
Which was also just loud enough for White to hear.
White raised an eyebrow an looked momentarily confused.
Max sighed. "Just tell us what you want *this time* so we can get it over with ASAP."
"It's quite simple, four-five-two -"
"Wait, wait, wait, lemme guess," Alec interrupted. "You want Max to turn herself in for Asha
here."
"To sum it up."
"Boy, this is getting old," Max said. "Okay, here's how it goes. You walk her up to Alec,
*slowly*, and I'll walk up to you. Got it?"
"Don't try anything, unless you want Blondie here, to wind up dead," White snarled at Alec and
Max. Alec looked at Max, half-expecting her to burst out in laughter. She managed to look
serious enough.
"Let's do this already," Max said. She took a step forward as the thick traffic continued to pass
by, seemingly not knowing or caring about the hostage situation playing out right next to them.
The many people who would have passed by on foot noticed, however, and stopped what they
were doing to watch. Despite the guns White and his men held, (and the gun Alec had concealed)
a crowd had begun to gather. More horns blared.
Max walked towards White, as his lackeys half-dragged Asha towards Alec. Alec kept his eyes
on Max.
As soon as White had his claws on Max, and his lackeys stepped away from Asha, Max elbowed
White in the face, hitting his already broken nose. Alec, having anticipated Max's actions, simply
reached out his two hands, grabbing the gun hands of White's lackeys and pulled them down until
he was able to ram his knees into each of their faces, one at a time. He moved so fast that the
second man didn't even have time to react before he was hit.
Alec shoved Asha to the ground behind him and to the side of Logan's car, and jumped high into
the air as White's other lackeys opened fire. Thankfully, Max was too close to White for them to
shoot at her without endangering their superior.
Max spun around and pulled back to punch White in the face. He dodged to the side and grabbed
her arm, using her own momentum to throw her to the ground.
At the sound of gunfire, Asha rolled underneath Logan's car. All the occupants of said car
reacted as well, ducking to avoid getting hit.
As soon as Alec landed he rushed to the nearest two shooters and quickly disarmed them. He
pistol-whipped the one to his left, and spun around, bringing his foot up to kick the other in the
head.
***
"Hey Mac! What's goin' on?" asked a young red-headed kid, walking towards his buddy.
"Jake, hey. Some kinda hostage situation thing," replied Mac, a tall, skinny blonde guy.
"Who's that guy?" Jake asked, pointing to White.
"Dunno. Some government suit."
"He looks familiar," Jake said, trying to see over a few heads to get a better look. He had no clue
how close to home his words were. "Holy shit! Is that Ames White?"
A few murmurs and gasps of recognition passed through the crowd as they heard him. "Yeah, I
think it is!" Mac replied. "Wow, we're seeing the one and only Ames White in action!"
Jake grinned. "This is aweso-" He cut off as gunshots rang out. He ducked with the rest of the
crowd. He still kept his head just high enough to see the action.
"Shit, look how fast they move!" Mac said, watching some guy and an extremely hot girl fight.
"They must be those mutant freaks."
"Christ, White is moving just as fast! He's one of 'em!" Jake cursed loudly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay, maybe I was wrong about the length of time, I decided I already had written enough to
make a chapter, so here you go!
Today's Other Motto: Time flies, sometimes when you expect it not to!
Review please! They make me insanely happy!
(And do me a favour, R & R my story, Two Little Pigs and A Llama. I love that story, you
should too!) (Nobody has read it yet!) (Just click on my name-author profile thingy! You'll find
it there! You probably coulda figured that out on your own! But hey, whatever it takes to get
you to R & R! If you think I'm scary, R & R, and add that in! It's one more reason for you to...)
Hopefully you get the picture and I'll shut up. For now.
I fixed my little error. I'm sorry I hurt everyone's feelings by having White say four-fifty-two!
He meant four-FIVE-two, I swear. Please don't hurt me. And if I missed any four-fifty-twos,
please don't brutally murder me!
Kris or kristi2o5: Thanx much for the suggestions, you're the only reviewer who bothered to help
me on the title. I'll take them all into consideration.