The Day of Reckoning: Part 2

Disclaimer: Anything you could sue me for isn't mine

This is an AU story


The Elevator dropped slowly to the garage, and Max fidgeted to pre-occupy her hands, her hands eager to slam the man accompanying her against the steel interior and fuck him so hard he lost IQ points. It was working so far, but he was still feeling the effects of whatever he dreamt about and looked rough as shit. Unable to fathom why that look appealed to her she bit her lip as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, his fingers breaking the waves of his hair and numerous other momentary actions that she struggled not to notice.

The shake and cease of the enclosure signalled freedom, and the blast of cool air that rushed in to engulf her slapped some of the haze from her eyes.

"Which soap did you use?" Logan inquired, avoiding looking at her he walked out towards his vehicle, leaving Max to answer to his back as she pursued.

"The purple one. Why?" she thought he might get his exo in a twist over he using his favourite one or something, Jackass.

"You smell nice, suits you" He was trying not to let her see his cheeks dilute with colour, unlocking with his beeper from 10 feet he strode to the door. Max didn't give an answer, which he wasn't sure was good or bad, and just let it drop. She was smiling, and didn't want to let him see how she was looking at him. The Aztec pulled out into the street and a silence of bliss set in. Max almost forgot how nervous this little trip was making her, but not nearly as much as it should.

Lydecker, not somebody she had that much contact with at Manticore, but the stories she heard, the deeds she knew the repercussions of all made her want to spin the car and go in the opposite direction until she reached Atlantis, or any other place so far the nagging voice in her head scratching her brain telling her to flee would shut up.

"Max you ok?" he flicked his eyes in her direction for a split second to clarify that she did indeed look a bit worried.

"I have a feeling this isn't going to go well" She muttered

"Nothing ever does in this city, especially when you know me" he smirked, and her expression didn't change much. He kept on driving.


Pulling up to the hospital Max was on edge, yet in control. The whole idea of going into a hospital alarmed her, she wasn't too keen on surgeons and people in white coats after Manticore, but going in to find a ghost of her past, possibly the last person from Manticore alive. He held all the answers, what happened to Manticore? Who was it that destroyed the place? Would that somebody come after her? By wiping out the people who haunted her every shadow they had set her free, but she was now adamant that it was too easy, that now she was the big game in the park, and somebody was going to come gunning for her prize genetically engineered ass.

Parking up Logan looked across at her. He wanted to comfort her, but he knew that being conditioned as a solider never really wore off. She had her game face on, and he was only here as the back up by all means, this was her job. It's her boogieman, it was her creator, and as she removed herself from the car and started towards the entrance without him, it is her hopes and fears as well.

Slipping inside the doors she heard Logan's slightly heavier than most jog to catch up. Upon his arrival within 5 feet of her she continued towards his room, already knowing where thanks to Logan, it was just a case of following the signs.

Taking a right at the end of the long corridor, Max spied room 623. This wing was desolate, Logan was keeping his eye out for anything, anybody that might be waiting or jeopardise Max's chance of interrogation Lydecker. Keeping station at the corner of the closed off set of 6 rooms he looked over she repeating 'calm, chill Max'. It almost worked. For the first time since she was within her extended earshot she heard sounds come from within his room. Twisting from the tattered cream wall to peer inside she saw something that put her theory into reality, throwing her attempts to calm down into complete dissolution.

Lydecker was in the room, he was on the bed, he was on the chair in the corner, he was on the floor. Inside the gloomy, dirty little hole of a space was stood a small figure, his hands crimson, the gore running down them. He had pulled off Lydecker's arms and legs, the scene almost made max Ill, and that wasn't an easy thing to do. Like a cockroach he had been picked apart, and as his blood spiralled down the steel bedposts so did her hopes of answers. His eyes flickered into an illuminating appearance of fire, his head turned towards her and she couldn't move. He didn't move, just kept looking at her. Before she could prepare Max was forced to duck, a blade hammered into the wall at her previous eye level. Glaring up at the sword-wielding psycho she saw a select few of her own hairs floating down towards her, movement a slit second slower would have left her with a considerable migraine.

Trying to pull the sword from the wall the short hunter gave Max chance to counter his lightning strike, and she drilled her fist into his scarf wrapped jawbone as she lifted herself into a deafening uppercut. It lifted Rumandello from his feet and he stumbled backwards into the chair, crushing it as he fell into it. Logan's attention had been gotten by the shriek of agony that Max had emitted at the point of contact, her hand bleeding and pulped up, striking him felt like she had just punched a re-enforced door.

Logan didn't quite know what to do when Max was reeling on her side, clutching her hand and was then sent careering into the opposite wall via the attackers thunderous knee to her ribs. Cracking into the cheap plaster it crumbled to dust with the sickening impact of her body, crumbling bits pelting her form as it connected with the floor. The short assailant finally managed to pull his blade from the wall, turned to Max and was only seven or so steps away from her motionless form.

"One had hoped for more vigour" He growled, his voice like sandpaper over Logan's ears.

5 steps. "Thee disappoint" His footsteps cracked the cheap tiles as he put his frustration into his feet. Logan knew he couldn't stop him, Max was just dominated in front of his eyes, and this guy wasn't even trying by the look of it.

"452 ist female, and I have seen thee before, Yet where I remember not" 3 steps.

His sword pointing accusingly at Max's broken shell He raised the weapon to plunge into her skull. Turning to the side he saw a flash of leg and Logan's foot connected fully with Rumandello's side, the blow cracking in his ears as he watched the small trench-coated man take flight into and through the wall at the end of the 10-foot corridor. Logan had no choice. Scooping Max up ran as fast as he could with her limp body to the back fire-exit as to avoid attention for carrying an injured woman away from a hospital instead of into one. Ever since he had gotten to the corner of that corridor his mind was fogged, he felt faint, and the further he moved now the cleared everything was.

Throwing Max into the back seat of his car Logan moved as fast as he humanly could in burning his tyres backwards and the screeching out of the carpark and towards his penthouse where he hoped Max was going to wake up, hoped she would still be able to wake up. He was going to have to call his friend Sam, because Max was in a state, and he knew just by looking at it he had shattered the bone in his leg from vollying that guy in the ribs, he was solid, like a brick wall or something. Max twitched in the back seat, his bloodied hand gripped the wheel tighter as he fumbled for his cell phone, he needed Sam right now.