Disclaimer: Oh, I don't own it!
You might wanna pack all your fragile stuff in with bubble wrap, 'cause stuff is about to break.
Chapter: Break Stuff
Note: Though I may be creating a bit of a confused AU, the SAH shoot out never happened.
(Caderyn: I'd take your advice and do the 24 thing, but there's only so much torture I can put
Alec through before it gets to be . . . boring. I know that sounds impossible, but if I have 24
chapters of torture, then it'd be pretty easy to just skip a few chapters and still know exactly
what's going on. Kinda like Passions. I haven't watched the show in months (even then I only
watched it for amusement) but everything's so dragged out that if I watched it tomorrow, it'd
probably still have the same plot lines, you know what I'm saying? Thanx for your wonderful
review though, I really appreciate it, especially the specificness. If that's a word. BTW, I'll try to
include Asha soon.)
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It was seven o'clock in the morning, and a loud crash could be heard all around the block.
Alec snapped awake and fell out of bed, to land in a tangled heap of sheets on the floor.
"Owww," he moaned. He had a major headache, which was caused by the nasty bump he had
received last night, or rather this morning, and was added to by a slight hang over. It wasn't
pleasant. But then again, what was lately?
Not even bothering to try to untangle himself, Alec pulled some of the sheets up behind his head
and lay down on the floor. He began to drift back to sleep.
BANG! CRASH!
Alec jumped awake again. He groaned in misery and attempted to untangle himself so he could
go see what the hell was going on. After a few minutes, and several more crashes, plus a few
choice words, Alec stood up. He moved to walk to his window, but fell face first to the floor,
tripping in the sheets. "Ow, dammit!" he yelled.
He lay on his chest on the floor and said a few more choice words. Then, making sure his feet
were free, he stood up and moved to the kitchen, in desperate need of a coffee. He stopped. No,
no coffee, he decided. -I'll just go right back to bed.-
He turned around.
CRASH!!!!
Alec nearly jumped out of skin. He was so tired, he forgot all about his reason for being awake in
the first place. He stomped over to the window. The building next door was being demolished,
at a very slow pace.
BANG!
There was no use in trying to go back to sleep.
Alec went into the kitchen and set the kettle to boil. He stood around and waited for it. He put
four teaspoons of sugar, and two teaspoons of instant coffee into his cup and poured in the water.
CRASH!
He jumped again, spilling boiling water all over his hand. Alec yelped in pain. He turned on the
cold water in his tap and put his scalded hand under it. Nothing came out. Alec growled and
pulled his now red hand out and finished pouring.
Alec stirred his coffee and took a long gulp.
The first thing he noticed was that he forgot to let it cool down. So it burned his mouth, then it
burned all the way down.
The second thing he noticed was the urge to spit it all out, or throw it back up. -What the hell?-
He coughed and fought to keep it down. His entire mouth now felt gritty. The coffee had been
thick and disgusting.
Alec looked at the sugar dish. Or rather, the flour dish. He winced. Gross. He threw his coffee
down the drain, and settled for a coke from the fridge.
He walked into the living room and plopped down onto the couch to drink it. He chuckled. At
least he didn't have to worry about breakfast. After swallowing a mouthful of coffee flavoured
liquid flour, he was not in the slightest bit hungry.
CRASH!
The noise caught Alec mid-sip, and he jumped, pouring coke all over himself. Alec growled
angrily and threw the can across the room, taking out the giant pile of dishes on his counter.
CRASH! Great, now he had something else to jump at. His nerves were fried.
Alec pulled his now sticky self into the shower. He turned on the water, and was hit with a brown
liquid, then a couple of seconds of clear, cold water, and then the stream promptly sputtered and
died.
The water for his block had probably been turned off to accommodate the destruction of the
building next door. Angrily, Alec ripped off the shower head and threw it at the wall. It fell to
the floor with a clank.
CRASH!
Alec jumped again and slipped, falling backwards in the shower. After hitting his head on the side
of the tub, he lay there, closed his eyes, and waited for the pounding in his head to calm down a
little. Then he counted to ten to calm his nerves. Then he prepared himself for it.
There was no crash for a few minutes.
Alec relaxed, maybe they were done.
CRASH!
Or not.
***
Alec dragged himself into work, half an hour late.
"And what took you so long?" Normal asked. "You may be my rock star, but I can still fire your
lazy, sleep ridden ass."
"I left early," Alec snapped.
"Then why are you so late, huh? Forgot how to get here and had to ask some street bum for
directions?" Normal asked.
"Traffic," Alec growled. Though he *had* headed out early, and could've arrived twenty minutes
before his shift began, there had been a *major* delay at the checkpoint in sector 5, which had
held him up for half an hour, then another one in sector 6, which kept him another twenty
minutes.
"Right, and the Nubian Princess really *is* sick, and Missy Miss really *does* have to take care
of her."
"What?" Alec asked.
"You heard me, Miss Never-On-Time and her roommate didn't show up today. That means
we're short handed, and you better get to work!" Normal tossed several packages at Alec, who
tried to catch them, but lost his balance and fell once again.
"Not again!" he yelled.
"Bip!" Normal yelled back.
Sketchy walked over to Alec and helped him up. "You alright?" he asked.
"Fine," Alec growled. He picked up the packages off the floor.
"Hey, aren't you guys supposed to have better reflexes?" Sketchy asked him, referring to
transgenics.
"Not today, apparently," Alec replied. He looked down at the packages in his arms. "Jesus, he's
got me scattered all over the damn city!" Alec took a moment to glare at Normal, then got his
bike and left Sketchy just standing there.
"Bip, bip, bip!" Normal yelled, and Sketchy scampered away.
***
Trying to ignore the pounding in his head and his gut, Alec rode his bike past Foggle Towers. He
looked briefly up at the building and turned back to the road, just in time to be too late to miss the
rather large dog that chose that moment to cross the road.
"Shit!" Alec yelled, he swerved to miss the animal, knowing that if he hit it, he'd probably end up
killing them both, not to mention the woman who was walking the huge mutt. Alec's tires lost
their grip in a puddle, and his front tire slipped to the right, causing Alec to flip right over and
smack into the pavement.
He rolled a couple of feet, and when he stopped, he noticed, once again too late, that his left leg
landed straight in the path of an oncoming car. The car slammed on the brakes, but the driver's
timing seemed to be off just a little too, and the front right tire rolled right over Alec's leg. Alec
yelled out numerous curses.
The car screeched to a halt, just short of running Alec over with its back tire as well. The car
behind slammed on the brakes as well, and every other car behind it. Unfortunately, one car along
the line didn't stop in time, smacking into the car in front of it, and therefore pushing it forward,
along with all the cars ahead. Not to mention the first one.
Before Alec knew what was happening, and before he could even use his transgenic reflexes to
pull out of the way, the second tire rolled over his leg, and the front tire of the second car rolled
halfway onto him.
A nearby kid covered his ears with his hands to block out the sound of Alec's *loudly* voiced
profanity.
***
Logan stared dazedly out the window, watching the cars pass by. -Max . . .- He missed her so
much.
He chuckled as a bike messenger rode past his building. Cute little reminder.
Then said reminder flipped over and got ran over by a car.
Logan frowned. It wasn't quite so cute anymore.
Logan rushed downstairs and out of the building to check on whoever it was. With his luck, it
probably was Max.
He ran out the doors to hear more swearing than he ever had before in his life. The voice was
male. Well, at least it wasn't Max trapped under a car.
Better. It was Alec.
***
The driver of the first car jumped out and ran around to Alec. "Hey watch where you're going,
buddy!" he yelled.
Alec's shout of anger was so profane that the man chose to believe he had said, "Go to hell!"
The driver hesitated. This guy was obviously pissed off. He could have told by the look on his
face, without hearing the words from his mouth. "Hey, why don't you get up and say that to my
face?" the driver yelled.
"Does it LOOK to YOU like I can GET UP!" Alec roared.
The driver studied Alec. It was only then he noticed that the poor guy had his leg trapped under
the next car. "Oh!" he said. "Sorry man, I didn't notice, I thought I ran over the bike-"
The driver winced. If his daughter had been here, he would've had to wash her ears out with
soap.
Suddenly, and thankfully, the doors to a nearby building burst open, and a man rushed over to
them, appearing to recognize the guy. Hopefully, he could calm him down long enough for him
and a few of the people who were also getting out of their cars to get him out. As it was at that
moment, the driver was afraid that if anyone went near the stranded man, he'd tear them to
pieces.
"Alec! Are you alright?" Logan asked.
"Does it LOOK like I'm alright? Hell NO! I am NOT ALRIGHT!" Alec roared.
"Calm down!" Logan yelled back. "Stop acting like a friggin' maniac, and let someone help you
out of there!"
"Yes, sir," Alec mumbled tiredly, and he flopped down onto the pavement.
"Thank god," the driver sighed. "It though he was gonna eat me alive."
"I can still hear you," Alec growled.
"Let's get him out of there before he decides to," Logan said. "Can you move your car ahead a
little?" he asked the driver, who rushed away, glad to escape Alec.
"Can we get a little help here, people?" Logan asked the people around him. Several men and
women rushed over to help. Logan directed everyone to stand around the front of the car and
prepare to lift it off of Alec. Logan asked the nearest woman to pull Alec out while the rest of
them held up the car.
"What, do you think that because I'm a woman, I can't help lift?" the woman asked snidely.
"No, I think that because you're a woman, he's much less likely to attack you." Logan gestured
to Alec, who lay on the pavement clenching and unclenching his fists, trying to keep himself from
attempting to beat the car off of himself.
"Now's not the time!" Alec yelled impatiently. He restrained from kicking the car's bumper. He
might just lift it up a little and have it drop right back down. That would not be very nice.
"Right," Logan said, rushing over to help lift the car, while the woman tentatively hooked her
arms under Alec's shoulders. "On three," Logan said, "1 . . . 2 . . . 3!"
The group lifted the car and the woman pulled Alec out, falling flat on her butt with the
momentum. Alec almost laughed. At least it wasn't him falling this time.
***
As Asha approached Foggle Towers to report to Logan about a successful Eye's Only mission
carried out the previous night by the S1W while she had been 'taking a break,' she heard
shouting. Lot's of shouting. Then she heard what sounded like Logan, counting off to three.
-Well, this is certainly interesting,- she thought, while rounding the corner and coming up to the
front of the building. She saw seven or eight people lifting up a car at the front of a long line of
fender benders. "Ooooookay!" she said, and continued walking toward the group.
She poked the shoulder of a young teenage girl who was watching with interest. "Yeah?" the girl
asked, not bothering to turn around. Asha stepped up beside her.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Looks like some guy flipped his bike and got ran over by a car," the girl told her. "He's sure got
a mouth on him. Pretty hot, though."
Asha was a little disturbed that some guy had gotten run over and the girl was taking this as an
opportunity to check him out, but that wasn't what was causing the feeling of dread in her
stomach. Some guy flipped his bike. He's sure got a mouth on him. Pretty hot. Asha prayed the
guy wasn't who she thought he was.
But all the prayers in the world couldn't have changed who was under that car, they probably
wouldn't want to. It seemed that the entire world hated Alec today.
"Alec!" Asha exclaimed, when she saw Alec being pulled out. She rushed over to him. "Are you
alright?!?"
Alec shot a fierce glare at her, breathing deeply, trying to keep from screaming. He shook his
head slowly, as if he had to fight to keep it on course.
Logan joined her at his side. "Are you-"
Alec jerked his head in Logan's direction, turning the glare on him.
"Is it broken?" Logan asked tentatively.
Alec shrugged slowly.
"Can you walk?"
Another shrug.
Logan held out his hand to help Alec up. Alec took it, and stood, careful not to put all his weight
on his bad leg at once. He tested it, putting on a little weight at a time, until he discovered that he
could stand on that one leg, and not fall over, and with minimal pain.
The small crowd cheered. "Show's over," Alec announced, with a quiet anger that caused the
audience to quickly scatter. Alec looked down. There sat his bike, not a scratch on it. It was
barely even dirty.
"Well that's pretty lucky," Logan said. "Nothing broken, not even the bike." He smiled.
Alec picked up the bike as if it were contaminated. He pushed the handles, with the tips of his
fingers, into an alley.
Logan and Asha followed him worriedly, he hadn't spoken a word.
Alec pushed it far in, past a dumpster. Logan and Asha followed at a safe distance, on the other
side of the dumpster. Alec turned halfway around, and lifted his bike. With a feral roar, he threw
the cursed contraption right into the dumpster.
CRASH!
Logan yelped and jumped away from the dumpster's path, as it began to roll back out of the alley,
from the force of the throw. At the last possible second, he noticed that Asha was still in the way,
and yanked her back.
Logan fell against the wall behind him, Asha collapsing into his arms.
"YOU are lucky, Logan," Alec stated calmly. "If that had been me, I would've fallen flat on my
back in that puddle, while hitting my head off that rock, with the dumpster rolling over my leg,
and the bike falling out, right onto my bullet wound."
"Bullet wound?" Asha questioned; she had been unconscious when he had been shot.
Alec replied simply, "The first of my many pains."
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Aww! Poor Alec! (Grins evilly) And I'm not even half done!
It's sad how much I enjoy torturing Alec.
You might wanna pack all your fragile stuff in with bubble wrap, 'cause stuff is about to break.
Chapter: Break Stuff
Note: Though I may be creating a bit of a confused AU, the SAH shoot out never happened.
(Caderyn: I'd take your advice and do the 24 thing, but there's only so much torture I can put
Alec through before it gets to be . . . boring. I know that sounds impossible, but if I have 24
chapters of torture, then it'd be pretty easy to just skip a few chapters and still know exactly
what's going on. Kinda like Passions. I haven't watched the show in months (even then I only
watched it for amusement) but everything's so dragged out that if I watched it tomorrow, it'd
probably still have the same plot lines, you know what I'm saying? Thanx for your wonderful
review though, I really appreciate it, especially the specificness. If that's a word. BTW, I'll try to
include Asha soon.)
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It was seven o'clock in the morning, and a loud crash could be heard all around the block.
Alec snapped awake and fell out of bed, to land in a tangled heap of sheets on the floor.
"Owww," he moaned. He had a major headache, which was caused by the nasty bump he had
received last night, or rather this morning, and was added to by a slight hang over. It wasn't
pleasant. But then again, what was lately?
Not even bothering to try to untangle himself, Alec pulled some of the sheets up behind his head
and lay down on the floor. He began to drift back to sleep.
BANG! CRASH!
Alec jumped awake again. He groaned in misery and attempted to untangle himself so he could
go see what the hell was going on. After a few minutes, and several more crashes, plus a few
choice words, Alec stood up. He moved to walk to his window, but fell face first to the floor,
tripping in the sheets. "Ow, dammit!" he yelled.
He lay on his chest on the floor and said a few more choice words. Then, making sure his feet
were free, he stood up and moved to the kitchen, in desperate need of a coffee. He stopped. No,
no coffee, he decided. -I'll just go right back to bed.-
He turned around.
CRASH!!!!
Alec nearly jumped out of skin. He was so tired, he forgot all about his reason for being awake in
the first place. He stomped over to the window. The building next door was being demolished,
at a very slow pace.
BANG!
There was no use in trying to go back to sleep.
Alec went into the kitchen and set the kettle to boil. He stood around and waited for it. He put
four teaspoons of sugar, and two teaspoons of instant coffee into his cup and poured in the water.
CRASH!
He jumped again, spilling boiling water all over his hand. Alec yelped in pain. He turned on the
cold water in his tap and put his scalded hand under it. Nothing came out. Alec growled and
pulled his now red hand out and finished pouring.
Alec stirred his coffee and took a long gulp.
The first thing he noticed was that he forgot to let it cool down. So it burned his mouth, then it
burned all the way down.
The second thing he noticed was the urge to spit it all out, or throw it back up. -What the hell?-
He coughed and fought to keep it down. His entire mouth now felt gritty. The coffee had been
thick and disgusting.
Alec looked at the sugar dish. Or rather, the flour dish. He winced. Gross. He threw his coffee
down the drain, and settled for a coke from the fridge.
He walked into the living room and plopped down onto the couch to drink it. He chuckled. At
least he didn't have to worry about breakfast. After swallowing a mouthful of coffee flavoured
liquid flour, he was not in the slightest bit hungry.
CRASH!
The noise caught Alec mid-sip, and he jumped, pouring coke all over himself. Alec growled
angrily and threw the can across the room, taking out the giant pile of dishes on his counter.
CRASH! Great, now he had something else to jump at. His nerves were fried.
Alec pulled his now sticky self into the shower. He turned on the water, and was hit with a brown
liquid, then a couple of seconds of clear, cold water, and then the stream promptly sputtered and
died.
The water for his block had probably been turned off to accommodate the destruction of the
building next door. Angrily, Alec ripped off the shower head and threw it at the wall. It fell to
the floor with a clank.
CRASH!
Alec jumped again and slipped, falling backwards in the shower. After hitting his head on the side
of the tub, he lay there, closed his eyes, and waited for the pounding in his head to calm down a
little. Then he counted to ten to calm his nerves. Then he prepared himself for it.
There was no crash for a few minutes.
Alec relaxed, maybe they were done.
CRASH!
Or not.
***
Alec dragged himself into work, half an hour late.
"And what took you so long?" Normal asked. "You may be my rock star, but I can still fire your
lazy, sleep ridden ass."
"I left early," Alec snapped.
"Then why are you so late, huh? Forgot how to get here and had to ask some street bum for
directions?" Normal asked.
"Traffic," Alec growled. Though he *had* headed out early, and could've arrived twenty minutes
before his shift began, there had been a *major* delay at the checkpoint in sector 5, which had
held him up for half an hour, then another one in sector 6, which kept him another twenty
minutes.
"Right, and the Nubian Princess really *is* sick, and Missy Miss really *does* have to take care
of her."
"What?" Alec asked.
"You heard me, Miss Never-On-Time and her roommate didn't show up today. That means
we're short handed, and you better get to work!" Normal tossed several packages at Alec, who
tried to catch them, but lost his balance and fell once again.
"Not again!" he yelled.
"Bip!" Normal yelled back.
Sketchy walked over to Alec and helped him up. "You alright?" he asked.
"Fine," Alec growled. He picked up the packages off the floor.
"Hey, aren't you guys supposed to have better reflexes?" Sketchy asked him, referring to
transgenics.
"Not today, apparently," Alec replied. He looked down at the packages in his arms. "Jesus, he's
got me scattered all over the damn city!" Alec took a moment to glare at Normal, then got his
bike and left Sketchy just standing there.
"Bip, bip, bip!" Normal yelled, and Sketchy scampered away.
***
Trying to ignore the pounding in his head and his gut, Alec rode his bike past Foggle Towers. He
looked briefly up at the building and turned back to the road, just in time to be too late to miss the
rather large dog that chose that moment to cross the road.
"Shit!" Alec yelled, he swerved to miss the animal, knowing that if he hit it, he'd probably end up
killing them both, not to mention the woman who was walking the huge mutt. Alec's tires lost
their grip in a puddle, and his front tire slipped to the right, causing Alec to flip right over and
smack into the pavement.
He rolled a couple of feet, and when he stopped, he noticed, once again too late, that his left leg
landed straight in the path of an oncoming car. The car slammed on the brakes, but the driver's
timing seemed to be off just a little too, and the front right tire rolled right over Alec's leg. Alec
yelled out numerous curses.
The car screeched to a halt, just short of running Alec over with its back tire as well. The car
behind slammed on the brakes as well, and every other car behind it. Unfortunately, one car along
the line didn't stop in time, smacking into the car in front of it, and therefore pushing it forward,
along with all the cars ahead. Not to mention the first one.
Before Alec knew what was happening, and before he could even use his transgenic reflexes to
pull out of the way, the second tire rolled over his leg, and the front tire of the second car rolled
halfway onto him.
A nearby kid covered his ears with his hands to block out the sound of Alec's *loudly* voiced
profanity.
***
Logan stared dazedly out the window, watching the cars pass by. -Max . . .- He missed her so
much.
He chuckled as a bike messenger rode past his building. Cute little reminder.
Then said reminder flipped over and got ran over by a car.
Logan frowned. It wasn't quite so cute anymore.
Logan rushed downstairs and out of the building to check on whoever it was. With his luck, it
probably was Max.
He ran out the doors to hear more swearing than he ever had before in his life. The voice was
male. Well, at least it wasn't Max trapped under a car.
Better. It was Alec.
***
The driver of the first car jumped out and ran around to Alec. "Hey watch where you're going,
buddy!" he yelled.
Alec's shout of anger was so profane that the man chose to believe he had said, "Go to hell!"
The driver hesitated. This guy was obviously pissed off. He could have told by the look on his
face, without hearing the words from his mouth. "Hey, why don't you get up and say that to my
face?" the driver yelled.
"Does it LOOK to YOU like I can GET UP!" Alec roared.
The driver studied Alec. It was only then he noticed that the poor guy had his leg trapped under
the next car. "Oh!" he said. "Sorry man, I didn't notice, I thought I ran over the bike-"
The driver winced. If his daughter had been here, he would've had to wash her ears out with
soap.
Suddenly, and thankfully, the doors to a nearby building burst open, and a man rushed over to
them, appearing to recognize the guy. Hopefully, he could calm him down long enough for him
and a few of the people who were also getting out of their cars to get him out. As it was at that
moment, the driver was afraid that if anyone went near the stranded man, he'd tear them to
pieces.
"Alec! Are you alright?" Logan asked.
"Does it LOOK like I'm alright? Hell NO! I am NOT ALRIGHT!" Alec roared.
"Calm down!" Logan yelled back. "Stop acting like a friggin' maniac, and let someone help you
out of there!"
"Yes, sir," Alec mumbled tiredly, and he flopped down onto the pavement.
"Thank god," the driver sighed. "It though he was gonna eat me alive."
"I can still hear you," Alec growled.
"Let's get him out of there before he decides to," Logan said. "Can you move your car ahead a
little?" he asked the driver, who rushed away, glad to escape Alec.
"Can we get a little help here, people?" Logan asked the people around him. Several men and
women rushed over to help. Logan directed everyone to stand around the front of the car and
prepare to lift it off of Alec. Logan asked the nearest woman to pull Alec out while the rest of
them held up the car.
"What, do you think that because I'm a woman, I can't help lift?" the woman asked snidely.
"No, I think that because you're a woman, he's much less likely to attack you." Logan gestured
to Alec, who lay on the pavement clenching and unclenching his fists, trying to keep himself from
attempting to beat the car off of himself.
"Now's not the time!" Alec yelled impatiently. He restrained from kicking the car's bumper. He
might just lift it up a little and have it drop right back down. That would not be very nice.
"Right," Logan said, rushing over to help lift the car, while the woman tentatively hooked her
arms under Alec's shoulders. "On three," Logan said, "1 . . . 2 . . . 3!"
The group lifted the car and the woman pulled Alec out, falling flat on her butt with the
momentum. Alec almost laughed. At least it wasn't him falling this time.
***
As Asha approached Foggle Towers to report to Logan about a successful Eye's Only mission
carried out the previous night by the S1W while she had been 'taking a break,' she heard
shouting. Lot's of shouting. Then she heard what sounded like Logan, counting off to three.
-Well, this is certainly interesting,- she thought, while rounding the corner and coming up to the
front of the building. She saw seven or eight people lifting up a car at the front of a long line of
fender benders. "Ooooookay!" she said, and continued walking toward the group.
She poked the shoulder of a young teenage girl who was watching with interest. "Yeah?" the girl
asked, not bothering to turn around. Asha stepped up beside her.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Looks like some guy flipped his bike and got ran over by a car," the girl told her. "He's sure got
a mouth on him. Pretty hot, though."
Asha was a little disturbed that some guy had gotten run over and the girl was taking this as an
opportunity to check him out, but that wasn't what was causing the feeling of dread in her
stomach. Some guy flipped his bike. He's sure got a mouth on him. Pretty hot. Asha prayed the
guy wasn't who she thought he was.
But all the prayers in the world couldn't have changed who was under that car, they probably
wouldn't want to. It seemed that the entire world hated Alec today.
"Alec!" Asha exclaimed, when she saw Alec being pulled out. She rushed over to him. "Are you
alright?!?"
Alec shot a fierce glare at her, breathing deeply, trying to keep from screaming. He shook his
head slowly, as if he had to fight to keep it on course.
Logan joined her at his side. "Are you-"
Alec jerked his head in Logan's direction, turning the glare on him.
"Is it broken?" Logan asked tentatively.
Alec shrugged slowly.
"Can you walk?"
Another shrug.
Logan held out his hand to help Alec up. Alec took it, and stood, careful not to put all his weight
on his bad leg at once. He tested it, putting on a little weight at a time, until he discovered that he
could stand on that one leg, and not fall over, and with minimal pain.
The small crowd cheered. "Show's over," Alec announced, with a quiet anger that caused the
audience to quickly scatter. Alec looked down. There sat his bike, not a scratch on it. It was
barely even dirty.
"Well that's pretty lucky," Logan said. "Nothing broken, not even the bike." He smiled.
Alec picked up the bike as if it were contaminated. He pushed the handles, with the tips of his
fingers, into an alley.
Logan and Asha followed him worriedly, he hadn't spoken a word.
Alec pushed it far in, past a dumpster. Logan and Asha followed at a safe distance, on the other
side of the dumpster. Alec turned halfway around, and lifted his bike. With a feral roar, he threw
the cursed contraption right into the dumpster.
CRASH!
Logan yelped and jumped away from the dumpster's path, as it began to roll back out of the alley,
from the force of the throw. At the last possible second, he noticed that Asha was still in the way,
and yanked her back.
Logan fell against the wall behind him, Asha collapsing into his arms.
"YOU are lucky, Logan," Alec stated calmly. "If that had been me, I would've fallen flat on my
back in that puddle, while hitting my head off that rock, with the dumpster rolling over my leg,
and the bike falling out, right onto my bullet wound."
"Bullet wound?" Asha questioned; she had been unconscious when he had been shot.
Alec replied simply, "The first of my many pains."
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Aww! Poor Alec! (Grins evilly) And I'm not even half done!
It's sad how much I enjoy torturing Alec.