By The Shadower
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AN:I know I haven't updated in a while, and I apologize for that. If I get enough reviews, I may update sooner next time.
Chapter Four
They come for her a month after she killed Ben.
It is easy, child's play really, and the only part of it that surprises her is that it has taken them this long to find her.
Lydecker is there, and she can feel his intense pleasure at her capture.
She can also feel a kind of disappointment from him, perhaps that she was so very easy to find.
Easy to find because she doesn't care anymore.
She is in Logan's apartment when they come, the only place she ever goes anymore.
She is limp as a rag doll as they drag her out and put her in the back of a truck.
And then, nothing. For hours there is nothing but the soft vibrating of the car, the hum of its engine.
She doesn't care.
She's in a place deep inside herself, a place where Logan lived and she can be happy.
And when the car stops and they drag her out, she feels nothing still. Not even as she is hauled deep within Manticore, to the place where reprogramming will begin.
She is dimly aware of the light in her eyes, of the clamps placed on her head.
And then it starts.
FlashLogan showing her the mirror in his apartment, his hand grazing her cheek with a tenderness that surprised her.
FlashLogan on the street, falling and clutching his stomach as unseen bullets, fired by an unseen shooter, plunged into him.
FlashLogan after he'd been betrayed by his former wife, outwardly calm but writhing with internal anguish only she could see
FlashLogan kissing her softly through the window of his car, eyes shining with unshed tears as he told her to go.
FlashLogan sitting at a table, his eyes glazing as her blood pumped into him.
FlashLogan walking with her on the beach, their feet bare.
FlashLogan in the chair again, telling her he'd see her later, her unable to shake the feeling that that was a lie.
FlashLogan, slumped over his desk, eyes dead and lifeless.
FlashLogan telling her that it was her fault he was dead, she should have stayed to be sure he was all right.
FlashLogan, his face rotting but his eyes full of hate and staring at her.
LoganLoganLogan
There is order.
Logic.
Serenity.
These things her mind knows, recognizes from a time long before, and clings to as though they are long-lost friends. But she also notices, almost at once, that something is missing.
There is no sense of purpose.
And then it comes, crackling over the speakers.
"X-5 452, you are immediately to be deployed on your next mission."
Mission. There it is. That's what she's supposed to be doing.
AN:I hope to include Logan more soon, perhaps in a surprising way. Now, please review.