Disclaimer: *sigh* This get tiring. I claim no ownership, mean no harm, come in peace, blah.
Blah. Oh! And blah.
Sorry for the wait, I guess I was taking a break, and plus I was working on other stories.
Hope you're all still reading. This is my most popular story, and I would hate to see all the
review potential go to waste.
I take it back. The reason for the wait was that I'm lazy and haven't forced myself to write. I'm
getting kinda tired of this story, but that's no excuse to not finish it. So, I turn to myself and say,
"Get your butt in gear, you lazy %*&**%$$#&((%#&%$$#$%&*$#!@#^&%!@#$%@@^&!"
Let's hope it works. No guarantees.
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"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Are you going to start explaining, or are you just gonna play with your food all evening?" Mac
asked Asha, taking another bite of his meatloaf. His friend Jake watched her expectantly.
Asha sighed. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything," Jake informed her.
"Well, gee, could ya narrow that down just a little more for me?"
"Let's see . . . how 'bout why the *hell* you're being held hostage by some government freakazoid
who's out to kill transgenics?"
"Because he's a government FREAKAZOID," Asha stated calmly.
Jake snickered as Mac glared at him. "You're not helping, you know," Mac seethed.
Jake shrugged nonchalantly, and forked a bite of meatloaf into his mouth.
Mac turned back to Asha as he spoke. "How do you know the trannies?"
"They're friends of mine."
"Friends," Mac grunted sarcastically. "Sure."
Asha glared at Mac. "And what's wrong with that?"
"You want me to write out a list?"
"Racist." Asha slipped under her breath.
"*Excuse* me?!?" Mac exclaimed.
Jake choked on his meatloaf and nearly spit it back out.
Asha put down her fork. "I *said* you're a racist! What do you think that because they're so
different, they're not even human? Because they were born in a lab, they don't deserve the right to
live? Because their childhood was stolen from them and they were taught to kill and faced torture
every goddamned day of their lives, they're monsters? You know nothing about them."
Mac stared at her, speechless, whilst Jake somehow worked up the courage to speak to the
fuming woman. "You said it yourself: their childhood was stolen from them, and they spent their
entire lives learning how to kill. They probably don't even know how to be 'human'."
"And that means that they're not?"
She received no answer.
"Well you're wrong. The transgenics are more human than a lot of people out there. Max, that girl
who was fighting, has spent her life trying to hide what she is, to be *normal*, because she's
afraid to be herself. A human quality, if I'm not mistaken. She closes herself off, not because she's
afraid for her life, but because she's afraid that if she opens up and tells someone about her, she'll
be alone. Alec, the guy, is afraid to commit because he's had his heart broken. He's afraid that
getting close to people will get them killed. You put the two of them in a room together and
they'll eat each other alive because they can both be so damned annoying! They grate on each
others nerves like sandpaper because he's a smart aleck, and she's a stubborn bitch, on one of her
better days. But when they look into each other's eyes, you can see sparks fly. And they're both so
blind that they don't even notice that they don't hate each other. Does that sound like a pair of
monsters to you two?"
"Geez, Asha, breathe for a minute," Mac mumbled.
"I'll do that, while you attempt to open your goddamned eyes." Asha pushed her chair out and
stormed from the room and out the front door.
The two boys stared at her empty chair for a long moment afterwards. Jake slowly pushed his
plate away; he suddenly found that he was no longer hungry.
Mac rose from his chair and moved to the door. "Where are you going?" Jake asked.
"Where do you think I'm going?" The door slammed closed again. Moments later, it slammed a
third time.
********
Alec awoke with a headache. No surprise there. Smacking one's head repeatedly did tend to bring
them on. Well, there was one plus to almost three bottles of alcohol going to waste. (A statement
Alec had never thought he would hear himself think.) He didn't have a swimming head of a
hangover to go with the headache. Because that would have been fun!
Alec shifted slightly on the warm, soft mattress. He felt a light pressure on his chest, and looked
down to see an arm sprawled across him. It wasn't his arm. . . . Small, delicate, with creamy
brown skin. Alec turned his head to see a large puff of curly brown hair.
"What the hell?" he muttered.
The figure lying in bed next to him stirred. The puff rose and shifted, like a mountain rising from
the earth in severe fast forward motion. Bleary eyes appeared from underneath the mess.
Original Cindy squinted, trying to make out the form beneath her, eyes sleep filled.
"Unhhh... Alec?" she rasped.
Then she did a double-take and sprang from the bed as if it were crawling with cockroaches. In
her upward flight, she delivered an accidental open fisted punch to Alec's gut, and somehow
managed to get her legs tangled in his, toppling over backwards and rolling awkwardly off the bed
to land on the floor with a thud.
Alec grunted and sat up. A little too quickly for his head's liking, but he didn't fall back to the
mattress. He looked over the side of the bed to see Original Cindy stumbled off the floor and
stand to dash out of the room like a bat out of hell.
"Maaaaax!!!!" she screeched, and Alec's hands flew to his ears. It was then he noticed the painful
pull of stitches all over his back, and a dull throb just about all over his body from various
wounds. He was probably healing pretty well already, but it still hurt plenty.
He heard muffled conversation from the kitchen and made a small attempt to hear what was being
said, but instead shrugged it off and slowly lay back down, snuggling into the blankets.
********
"Boo, why in hell did I just wake up with a MAN?!!" Original Cindy asked, as Max calmly poured
her up a cup of coffee. "Why is ALEC in MY bed?!!"
"OC, that's my bed," Max informed her.
"Oh," Original Cindy said, as if that made everything alright. Then she exploded into frantic
questions again. "Why in hell did I just wake up in YOUR bed with a MAN?!!"
Max gestured for Cindy to take a seat as she gave her her coffee. "He was in such bad shape I let
him take my bed. I was lying on the couch, when you got up in the middle of the night, went to
the bathroom, and went back in the wrong room," she explained. "Now here's my question:
exactly how did you not notice that there was already someone in the bed?"
"Boo, you askin' the wrong girl. I can't even remember waking up in the night!"
"Heh, yeah, you were pretty out of it," Max giggled. "I recall you mumbled something along the
lines of your money was on the chickens. . . . I really have zero clue what you were talking about.
. . ."
"Oh yeah!" Cindy said, light bulbs going off in her head. "I remember! Lickety-chicken-boo was
totally gonna lay a smackdown on Spongebob. Freaky little guy just had it comin'."
Max's smiles and giggles gave way to confusion. "Uhmm . . . what?"
"Yeah, 'cause Alec wouldn't wake up, and Spongebob just wouldn't stop giggling when Diddy
Kong poked him, and Homer was gettin' frustrated . . ."
"OC, maybe you should go back to bed . . . or take a nice, cold, awakening shower. . . . Wait. So
you knew Alec was there?"
"Well o' course, boy was blockin' the whole damn freeway and snorin' like a foghorn. . . . Yeah
Boo. I'm goin' back ta bed." Original Cindy got up from the table and stumbled out of the kitchen.
"Other room," Max called.
Original Cindy wheeled away from Max's room to her own, and slammed her door with an air of
finality.
Max smiled and shook her head softly. She picked up Original Cindy's unfinished coffee and
downed it quickly. She put the cup in the sink and went to her bedroom, where Alec slept. She
crept silently to his side, kneeling on the floor and resting her elbows on the bed. Unable to stop
herself, she lightly traced his features with her fingertips. He had been through hell and back the
day before, and yet he still managed to look like a peaceful and relaxed angel when he slept.
Alec stirred, turning his face into her fingertips. Max responded by leaning forward and kissing
him on the forehead. His eyes fluttered open. "Max?" he murmured.
"Hey pretty boy, how ya feelin'?" Max asked.
"Not so pretty."
"Oh, I can assure you, your looks are still intact," Max told him.
"Good," he replied, and drifted off back to sleep. Max let him.
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Shorter, sure, but oh well. They can't all be mini sub-novels..... That, my friends, is the little
thing we call exaggeration. (Psha, sub-novels....)
Blah. Oh! And blah.
Sorry for the wait, I guess I was taking a break, and plus I was working on other stories.
Hope you're all still reading. This is my most popular story, and I would hate to see all the
review potential go to waste.
I take it back. The reason for the wait was that I'm lazy and haven't forced myself to write. I'm
getting kinda tired of this story, but that's no excuse to not finish it. So, I turn to myself and say,
"Get your butt in gear, you lazy %*&**%$$#&((%#&%$$#$%&*$#!@#^&%!@#$%@@^&!"
Let's hope it works. No guarantees.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Are you going to start explaining, or are you just gonna play with your food all evening?" Mac
asked Asha, taking another bite of his meatloaf. His friend Jake watched her expectantly.
Asha sighed. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything," Jake informed her.
"Well, gee, could ya narrow that down just a little more for me?"
"Let's see . . . how 'bout why the *hell* you're being held hostage by some government freakazoid
who's out to kill transgenics?"
"Because he's a government FREAKAZOID," Asha stated calmly.
Jake snickered as Mac glared at him. "You're not helping, you know," Mac seethed.
Jake shrugged nonchalantly, and forked a bite of meatloaf into his mouth.
Mac turned back to Asha as he spoke. "How do you know the trannies?"
"They're friends of mine."
"Friends," Mac grunted sarcastically. "Sure."
Asha glared at Mac. "And what's wrong with that?"
"You want me to write out a list?"
"Racist." Asha slipped under her breath.
"*Excuse* me?!?" Mac exclaimed.
Jake choked on his meatloaf and nearly spit it back out.
Asha put down her fork. "I *said* you're a racist! What do you think that because they're so
different, they're not even human? Because they were born in a lab, they don't deserve the right to
live? Because their childhood was stolen from them and they were taught to kill and faced torture
every goddamned day of their lives, they're monsters? You know nothing about them."
Mac stared at her, speechless, whilst Jake somehow worked up the courage to speak to the
fuming woman. "You said it yourself: their childhood was stolen from them, and they spent their
entire lives learning how to kill. They probably don't even know how to be 'human'."
"And that means that they're not?"
She received no answer.
"Well you're wrong. The transgenics are more human than a lot of people out there. Max, that girl
who was fighting, has spent her life trying to hide what she is, to be *normal*, because she's
afraid to be herself. A human quality, if I'm not mistaken. She closes herself off, not because she's
afraid for her life, but because she's afraid that if she opens up and tells someone about her, she'll
be alone. Alec, the guy, is afraid to commit because he's had his heart broken. He's afraid that
getting close to people will get them killed. You put the two of them in a room together and
they'll eat each other alive because they can both be so damned annoying! They grate on each
others nerves like sandpaper because he's a smart aleck, and she's a stubborn bitch, on one of her
better days. But when they look into each other's eyes, you can see sparks fly. And they're both so
blind that they don't even notice that they don't hate each other. Does that sound like a pair of
monsters to you two?"
"Geez, Asha, breathe for a minute," Mac mumbled.
"I'll do that, while you attempt to open your goddamned eyes." Asha pushed her chair out and
stormed from the room and out the front door.
The two boys stared at her empty chair for a long moment afterwards. Jake slowly pushed his
plate away; he suddenly found that he was no longer hungry.
Mac rose from his chair and moved to the door. "Where are you going?" Jake asked.
"Where do you think I'm going?" The door slammed closed again. Moments later, it slammed a
third time.
********
Alec awoke with a headache. No surprise there. Smacking one's head repeatedly did tend to bring
them on. Well, there was one plus to almost three bottles of alcohol going to waste. (A statement
Alec had never thought he would hear himself think.) He didn't have a swimming head of a
hangover to go with the headache. Because that would have been fun!
Alec shifted slightly on the warm, soft mattress. He felt a light pressure on his chest, and looked
down to see an arm sprawled across him. It wasn't his arm. . . . Small, delicate, with creamy
brown skin. Alec turned his head to see a large puff of curly brown hair.
"What the hell?" he muttered.
The figure lying in bed next to him stirred. The puff rose and shifted, like a mountain rising from
the earth in severe fast forward motion. Bleary eyes appeared from underneath the mess.
Original Cindy squinted, trying to make out the form beneath her, eyes sleep filled.
"Unhhh... Alec?" she rasped.
Then she did a double-take and sprang from the bed as if it were crawling with cockroaches. In
her upward flight, she delivered an accidental open fisted punch to Alec's gut, and somehow
managed to get her legs tangled in his, toppling over backwards and rolling awkwardly off the bed
to land on the floor with a thud.
Alec grunted and sat up. A little too quickly for his head's liking, but he didn't fall back to the
mattress. He looked over the side of the bed to see Original Cindy stumbled off the floor and
stand to dash out of the room like a bat out of hell.
"Maaaaax!!!!" she screeched, and Alec's hands flew to his ears. It was then he noticed the painful
pull of stitches all over his back, and a dull throb just about all over his body from various
wounds. He was probably healing pretty well already, but it still hurt plenty.
He heard muffled conversation from the kitchen and made a small attempt to hear what was being
said, but instead shrugged it off and slowly lay back down, snuggling into the blankets.
********
"Boo, why in hell did I just wake up with a MAN?!!" Original Cindy asked, as Max calmly poured
her up a cup of coffee. "Why is ALEC in MY bed?!!"
"OC, that's my bed," Max informed her.
"Oh," Original Cindy said, as if that made everything alright. Then she exploded into frantic
questions again. "Why in hell did I just wake up in YOUR bed with a MAN?!!"
Max gestured for Cindy to take a seat as she gave her her coffee. "He was in such bad shape I let
him take my bed. I was lying on the couch, when you got up in the middle of the night, went to
the bathroom, and went back in the wrong room," she explained. "Now here's my question:
exactly how did you not notice that there was already someone in the bed?"
"Boo, you askin' the wrong girl. I can't even remember waking up in the night!"
"Heh, yeah, you were pretty out of it," Max giggled. "I recall you mumbled something along the
lines of your money was on the chickens. . . . I really have zero clue what you were talking about.
. . ."
"Oh yeah!" Cindy said, light bulbs going off in her head. "I remember! Lickety-chicken-boo was
totally gonna lay a smackdown on Spongebob. Freaky little guy just had it comin'."
Max's smiles and giggles gave way to confusion. "Uhmm . . . what?"
"Yeah, 'cause Alec wouldn't wake up, and Spongebob just wouldn't stop giggling when Diddy
Kong poked him, and Homer was gettin' frustrated . . ."
"OC, maybe you should go back to bed . . . or take a nice, cold, awakening shower. . . . Wait. So
you knew Alec was there?"
"Well o' course, boy was blockin' the whole damn freeway and snorin' like a foghorn. . . . Yeah
Boo. I'm goin' back ta bed." Original Cindy got up from the table and stumbled out of the kitchen.
"Other room," Max called.
Original Cindy wheeled away from Max's room to her own, and slammed her door with an air of
finality.
Max smiled and shook her head softly. She picked up Original Cindy's unfinished coffee and
downed it quickly. She put the cup in the sink and went to her bedroom, where Alec slept. She
crept silently to his side, kneeling on the floor and resting her elbows on the bed. Unable to stop
herself, she lightly traced his features with her fingertips. He had been through hell and back the
day before, and yet he still managed to look like a peaceful and relaxed angel when he slept.
Alec stirred, turning his face into her fingertips. Max responded by leaning forward and kissing
him on the forehead. His eyes fluttered open. "Max?" he murmured.
"Hey pretty boy, how ya feelin'?" Max asked.
"Not so pretty."
"Oh, I can assure you, your looks are still intact," Max told him.
"Good," he replied, and drifted off back to sleep. Max let him.
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Shorter, sure, but oh well. They can't all be mini sub-novels..... That, my friends, is the little
thing we call exaggeration. (Psha, sub-novels....)