Who I am 4

Earlier that day

Max went to Logan's apartment as usual, but there was something different about it. Logan was in the kitchen.

"Hey. You beeped?" she called. Logan turned to face her giving her one of his big smiles. One she rightfully named "Cheshire Cheese".

"Yeah. Max, there's some people I'd like you to met." He stated.

Max cocked her head and put her hand on her hip.

"Yeah? Who?"

Suddenly she heard a sound behind her. She quickly turned and hit a soldier with a back fist upside the head. She kicked a gun out of the other soldiers' hands and punched him in the face knocking him out. Then Max picked up the one on the floor and put him in a stranglehold. She turned to Logan, who was still smiling.

"What is this?" she yelled.

"Just a demonstration," he replied.

"And a very good one at that," said a voice that Max instantly recognized. She refused to face him as he walked near her and started to circle her like a vulture.

"What do you want, Lydecker?" she growled and placed the soldier between her and Lydecker.

"What I've always wanted. You back where you belong."

Max narrowed her eyes and pushed the soldier into Lydecker's arms. She ran as fast as she could to the window.

"Max!" Logan shouted as he cocked his gun, "Don't make me use this."

Max put her hands up and turned to face him. He slowly got out of his chair. Max shook her head slightly while keeping eye contact with him.

"All a lie. Everything was all a fucking lie!"

"Not everything. You are the single most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"You expect me to believe that with a gun pointed at my face?" Max let out a deep breath.

"I thought you cared about me."

He replied, "I do."

And pulled the trigger.

* * * * * *

Max gasped and nearly leapt out from her bed. Her sheets were on the floor and the mattress was sticking on her body. Her sweat soaked her face and nightclothes. She slowly recollected herself and relaxed her breathing and heart rate. He shot me. He lied. He betrayed me. He betrayed me. He…Max shook her head really hard and closed her eyes.

"Only a dream. Only a dream." She repeated to herself. This was one of the many dreams she wished she could forget, but due to a few superhuman attributes in her mind that was impossible. The dream scared her really badly. She remembered the look of Logan's eyes. They weren't the kind and always-caring eyes she knew; they were cold and calculated. If eyes were really the window to the soul than the Logan in her dream had no heart. "He's not that way in real life," Max said aloud.

But are you sure? Asked a voice in the back of her head.

Max ran to the bathroom, splashed some water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror.

"He would never do that to me."

Are you sure? Do you really know him? Replied the same voice. It sounded a lot like Zack, but Max knew it wasn't him. It was someone else. Someone from her past she couldn't quite place. For now, it was just the voice of doubt… and doom. But as Max thought about it she realized that if Logan ever lost his money or just needed some, he would have an 8 million-dollar insurance policy called X-5 452. And all the information he had on her brothers and sisters could go for 1-2 million, easy. For the first time in about 6 months, Max started to doubt Logan and his intentions. She wasn't sure she could trust him anymore. At the very least I need to those files.

"Hey Max! You gettin' out anytime soon." Shouted Original Cindy.

"Yeah," Max shouted back, "What are you doin' up?"

"Can't a girl take a late-night piss."

That's what I love about you, Original. You don't sugarcoat shit.

"Aiight," Max replied. She dried her face and left.

"Why are you up?" Original Cindy asked once Max was outside the bathroom.

"Bad dream."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Nah. It was nothing."

"So 'nothing' made you get up out your bed in the middle of the night?"

"Yeah," Max replied, suddenly too tired argue. She went to her room. Original Cindy watched her leave. Girl, I don't know what to do with you.