Agent #21531555
A/N:Hi, I'm back again. So sup? Please review at the end of the chapter, and Me and Max will be sooooo happy! Right Max?
Max: staring at Malik loading a gun Mmmmm Hmmmm
A: Hey, I drew you out on a peice of paper! I created you when you were just a head with no hair! I could erase you faster that I drew you!
Max: Mmm Hmmm He's cute.
A: God, why did I draw you again?
Max: Because you needed a character for your stories and you drew me and decided I was cool and you decided to use me as the main characters in almost all your fics.
A: You actuallly do pay attention!
Max: Yep. Ohmygod he is sooo cute!
A: sweatdrops Yeah, anyways...
Chapter 3: Dead Diary
Max stared at the screens, sipping Orange Soda. Malik still wasn't home.
God, what the fuck was he doing?
Raising hell at the auto repair shop for not having a part he was looking for?
What did I tell you about answering when you're not told.
Not to?
Exactly.
Fine, be a bitch, but Malik's home.
Oooh.
Max stared at the screen to the livingroom. Malik had just walked in carrying a medium sized paper bag. He walked into the kitchen and sat it down on the counter. Max watched as he opened it, waiting for it to be an arm or a leg or-nevermind it was just a gallon of milk.
Malik shoved the milk in the fridge and went back into the living room and picked up the phone. All of a sudden the phone at Max's rang. She jumped and picked the phone up. "Hello?" she asked meekly.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? You sound freaked out."
"Oh, Malik, it's you." Max gave a sigh of releif.
"Yeah, um hey do you want to go out again sometime?"
"Um yeah, sure. That would be nice."
"Alright, when? You pick."
"How about tonight? I'm not doing anything and work starts tomorrow."
Max looked at the screens. Malik was sitting on the couch, and was biting his bottom lip. He looked torn between wanting to go and knowing he shouldn't.
"Um, I've got something to do. How about Friday night?"
"Alright. If you don't mind me asking, what is it that's so important?"
"Um, nothing, it's uh..nothing."
"Alright well how's Friday night at eight sound. Meet me at the bar after work?"
"Alright, see you then. Bye."
"Bye."
They both hung up and Max walked into her kitchen and pulled out her handguns and loaded them and put them in her pockets she made to hide them on her baggy black leather pants. Then she shoved a dagger under a bracelet and pulled her sleeve back down.
We're going after him as soon as he leaves.
Really, I thought you were trading your weapons in for food at the subway!
Shut up.
Make me. He's leaving now, you might want to disguise yourself so he doesn't recongnize you.
Alright, alright, I don't need a lesson.
Max walked over to her closet and put on a trench coat and a matching tan hat. She slid out the door and followed Malik out of the apartment and to the subway. He caught sub B-12 and rode to an old corner store where he got another gallon of milk and garlic and a bunch of flashlight batteries. Then he took a bus out to Marishka Bridge wich went over Marishka River and sat on the reiling. It had started to drizzle as Max stood next to a tree, watching him as he pulled out a small book from his pocket and read aloud.
"Let's see, where was I? Hmm Dead Diary. Oh yeah, right here... The ceremony was to immortalize my father. Well, make him the blood God. It had to be a female mortal virgin to do it. Stupid O positive bloodlines. I feel really bad for her, sitting there. My father told me she would make a siutable wife for him. She's is pretty. But me being only twelve and her being in her early twenties... I don't feel so bad because she'll be kept alive for him. Father told me that this history will repeat itself in 5,000 years, I'm not sure I beleive him. But father never lies to me so I don't know what to think. I hope he's not right this time or I will surely die at the hands of the Ishtar slayer who comes for his beloved. I think it's sweet of him to rescue the girl but me as a hostage? Why me, I know it's selfish but I don't deserve this! I never in my dead life killed my prey. I let it live! Why should I be killed? Oh, well. Time will tell my story."
Malik closed his eyes and shook his head. "I'm not dragging her into this, but then again, I might not have a choice." He murmured. He put the small book back in his coat pocket and went back yo the subway to catch a ride home. Max, of course followed him.
Saturday Morning
Max moaned as she sat up in bed.
What the hell is wrong with my head?
Hangover sweetie. Remember? Malik and you drunk, no clothes, him apologizing for it? You know that date? Him bringing you home and putting you in bed? Remember?
Oh, that. My head hurts.
You won't have to deal with it tomorrow. Don't worry, it's eleven at night right now. You may has well go back to sleep.
What the fuck? Eleven? You should have woken me up! I missed my shift! I was supposed to work today! Ohmygod! I was supposed to be spying on Malik right now! I slept through the whole day?
Yes, don't freak out, just go and check out the screens now. You cannot have an emotional breakdown on a mission!
Max jumped out of bed and noticed she was wearing one of Malik's shirts. She decided to look over that consept and looked at the screens. Malik had just walked into the livingroom and locked the door. His hands were covered in a sticky red substance and Max's eyes widened as she realized what it was. Blood.
A/N: Mwahahahahaha! So ends the chapter uhhh 3 I think? Mwahahaha! Please r/r.