Author's Note: I don't any of the characters; James Cameron the creator of Dark Angel holds my respect and thanks for doing so. It's fiction people, hope ya'll enjoy.
Asshole! Max screamed in her head as she took her frustration out on the defenseless punching bag. Pigheaded Jerk! What crawled up his ass anyway! all he seems to do is remind me how high maintenance he is! Talk about emotional rollercoaster
Punch, kick, kick, punch, punch, kick, kick, punch, punch...
The repetitiveness of her combo was soothing her slightly and Max felt the trickle of perspiration roll down her face. I don't understand, okay maybe I was harsh in saying he needed to rest to keep himself outta trouble but it's not as harsh as the other shit I used to say to him...
Then it struck her and her violent punches and kicks stopped but that was before Taking a deep breath and stepping away from the punching bag she walked a little to the middle of the empty training room rolling her shoulders slightly, she took off the tape wrapped around her wrist and hands and glanced about her satisfied no one was here then let herself relax to explore her newly found skills. Keeping a clear head she blurred and rolled into a hands free cartwheel followed through with various other flips and gymnastic moves flawlessly carrying her over to the other end of the room then shifted direction to commence another brutal routine to take out her extra frustration and pent up energy.
Anyone watching wouldn't have noticed she was there except hear her move around as she touched the floor and let loose on some grunts as she aggressively threw herself about. She continued on letting loose on her speed and accuracy and kept her head clear of all thoughts focusing on the exhilaration on being able to let loose on her own terms instead of loosing into the rage she felt when dealing with the ordinaries. She had been repressing those thoughts from her conscious mind ever since she came to the other day. The fear and to her horror the wild unabashed thrill of being able to exude such a powerful force was almost like an aphrodisiac that she had been craving to feel ever since that dreadful day.
Finally finished she appeared on the top half of the room on the second floor in a hand stand letting all the sensations run through her body, immediately forcing her body and heart rate to calm down and recuperate from her exertions she meditated and centered herself.
Breathing in a steady fashion she was in a trance and honed all her instincts and allowed them to help her hold the stand while calming her body and mind.
As she melted into a deep state of relaxation she was enthralled within her psyche and allowed herself to open her mind to the dream creeping up on her. Max gasped but was to far gone to realize she had done so as the images assaulted her, as if she were trapped to do anything but loose herself within the trance she placed herself into.
Walking down a dark passage way, she had an inkling that she should recognize the place. Peering down the hallway lighted in a dark red hue coming off the sides of the walls she struggled to break away from wherever her mind had taken her. From the floor the soft red lighting gave off enough so that she was able to extend her sight but found she was unable to hone into her abilities within this dream. The almost sterile atmosphere was almost claustrophobic but left enough room for her to slowly make her way cautiosly ahead. Down at the end of the hall she was left to stand transfixed at a black solid ten foot door that towered over her and as she gazed over the encompassing feature she felt like a small little girl approaching her fathers forbidden study.
She saw her hand when she raised it to lightly push on the door and realized that her hands were a lot smaller than what her present body should have looked like, startled she just let her small hand pose in front of her as she examined their chubby fingers and dimpled knuckles, as she stood transfixed she noticed that the door had opened slightly to allow for her small body to fit through.
The room was drenched in darkness as she entered and her eyesight wouldn't adjust but a bright light that suddenly cast a glow in the centre of the room hurt her for a second but in the dreamlike state it wouldn't allow her to flinch away or shut her eyes.
As the stinging of her eyes slowly subsided she felt herself gasp as she took in the sight of her comatose body sitting bound to a chair with several people surrounding her. She knew instantly that this was more than just a deep meditated dream brought forth by her overactive mind.
She watched as her normal body, which was thankfully clothed, sit there gazing at the faceless people with a stoic yet hard glint in her eye unfamiliar to her as she had never held such a deep cruelness within their depth before.
The people around her were obviously waiting for her to command them on what to do next, but no matter how much she tried she couldn't make out their features, it seemed despite the light they were in they were shadowed. They stood next to her body at attention slightly away from her as if afraid to be struck and as her other self gazed at them she felt them tense in anticipation.
Slowly as if drawn to me her eyes fell on me and her icy glare turned into a look of amusement and malice.
Crooking her finger at me "come here Maxie" she called out in a deceptively soothing yet commanding voice.
Unable to control where this dream was headed I felt myself walk timidly towards my 'darker' self and glanced over at the people standing near her frustrated that I still couldn't decipher their faces suddenly feeling really vulnerable all of a under the intense scrutiny.
As I stood in front of her she looked at me with a blank expression and felt my anxiety rise, it was surreal watching myself look like that and it freaked me out because for some strange reason I knew it was me but I felt different like when you feel looking in on yourself from the outside. Flinching back slightly from her outstretched hand she air caressed my cheek and I watched her facial expression take on a wistful look before focusing on one of the men besides us.
As I tried to walk away I realized I was immobile and felt the stirring of panic rise within me. I can't explain the reason why I had the sudden urge to flee but as I looked back at my counter part I knew why. She held in her hands a 45 Caliber Semi-Auto and it was directed right at me.
My struggles increased but I saw myself submissively just standing there. The dream had took on a third person visage and I gazed at my childlike self standing in front of my older self looking scared yet plaintive.
"Maxie why are you here?" My older self asked in a soft tone contrasting to the scene playing out in front of me despite the fact she commanded an answer rather than asked.
Watching in apt fascination the younger me stood in defiance and spoke clearly "you need me" she then looked at the still shadowed men beside them "you've gone too far, we both have"
Her childlike voice admitted this with regret laced in and I was starting to see that this dream was more than it seemed to be.
Harsh laughter broke out in the room and everyone in the room flinched at the harshness of it except for mini me who stood there confident and unwavering in her stance and stubbornness.
Pointing the gun at her head I desperately wanted to break out of this dream and renewed my struggles tenfold, I watched helplessly as older Max thought about what she said with a small smile before lowering the gun to mini me's heart not showing any type of emotion on my face.
Heart pounding now, it seemed to almost blare throughout the room like music to this sordid scene. Boom- boom, boom- boom, boom-boom...
Leaning towards her even as the younger me stood there almost accepting the other Max's actions and cruelty she whispered in her ear, loud enough for it to reverberate in the now tense atmosphere.
"I never needed you"
The resounding click of her taking off the safety filled the air and everyone seemed to hold their breath for an instant before I was transported back into mini me and gazing back at the hatred shining out of my own eyes towards me before...
Bang!
It rang loud and clear and as I screamed it felt like my heart had just exploded within my chest.
"AHHHHHHHH!" my lone scream of agony in the empty room was what I came round too and I toppled from my hand stand to lay on my side panting in bewilderment feeling the tremors of fear and the tears streaking down my face. My hands went immediately to my chest and I gasped as the pain seared through me when I laid a gentle hand over the supposed bullet wound.
Lifting my top and looking tentively down, my eyes almost popped out of my head as I saw the dark purple bruise over my heart on my olive skin fading away in front of my eyes revealing even more Minoan symbols scattered across the bruised flesh.
Lying there for a moment I felt the walls start to cave in on myself and the comforting blackness start to seep into my blurred vision. Taking in gasps of air as I watched the bruise disappear I welcomed my oblivion.
As the bruise faded away so did the pain, and as the pain went so did my reality, and as I melted away into the welcoming darkness the memories of the dream faded into sweet nothingness.
Author's Note: I'm sorry for such a short chapter but I had to keep this isolated for a purpose. Please review and tell me if you're lovin or hatin it. Thanks
