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7 – Reminiscence

Max sighed as she left Leo's. There had been no sign of them either from Leo's security point of view, nor from Tech's mechanical friends. Blaze, Luxie, Heresy and Alec were out and about somewhere in the country and for all he knew they could be dead. Although this option floated her mind, Max was sure it was unlikely.

Blaze and Heresy were dangerous when provoked and Luxie and Alec… well, she wasn't quite sure if they were as dangerous as the other two but she knew they could cause serious mental damage when they opened their mouth.

"I'm sure they're fine," she heard Logan's voice. He was walking beside her. She smiled as he placed his hand on her cheek. "They can take care of themselves. Don't worry."

"There's something else I'm worried about too," Max said and looked around. No one there? Good. "White's left too."

"You mean he's after Luxie again?"

"That's all we've got. I thought I was his top priority, what with me saving the world and all," Max said with a shudder. If he'd moved his eyes from her, something was definitely wrong on the other end of the world. "Shit."

"D'you wanna go play hero?" Logan asked. Max smiled at the word and then shook her head.

"I promised Alec he could be superman this time," she said and Logan grinned. "Am I too much of a superhero?"

"I think you're just perfect," Logan said and picked her up. She smiled.

White cracked his knuckles as the sleek black car travelled down a highway in the middle of nowhere.

"What do you mean she's out here?" he growled at Otto. Otto shrugged.

"That's what the satellites tell us, sir," he said. "She's here and apparently with another transgenic."

"Figures," White growled and looked outside. Then Otto turned into a small town. He parked by the roadside to check his laptop for directions. Otto breathed in deeply thinking about what White might do when he got to 419. He'd heard stories about what had happened to make the man so pissed off with the transgenic, but he didn't know the exact details.

He had heard about the experiment though.

Heresy rolled her head from side to side, screaming her lungs out. It was torture, literally.

"Ames!" she yelled. "Fuck you! Bastards!" Then her mind ran through all the swearwords she had learnt in her ten years of Manticore and things she'd heard from her twelve on the outside. "Let me go!" She screamed again and tears crept down her face.

"Isn't there any way to shut her up," one of the doctors muttered. He was new at the this and cutting people open that screamed and wriggled were not something he'd did with pleasure. Another doctor grabbed some duct tape and stuck a piece over her mouth. Now all that were left to the transgenic girl were her tears.

"I can't believe he's this cruel," said another doctor. Carefully he placed the scalpel onto Heresy's stomach and she bucked. He was afraid of this as much as she was. He moved back. "I don't care what he says, sedate her."

Ames watched though the two-way mirror as they stuck a needle into Heresy's shoulder. They were just too weak. It's not like she was human. Moments later she was unconscious and being cut open. The operation was being done by professional doctors but he couldn't help wonder if they'd make a mistake and let her die.

He let his mind wander, back to when they had been happy.

Ames swung the 19-year-old girl around in his arms and she held on tightly. She pretended to be afraid and he let her down onto the ground. She was lying on a picnic blanket and Ames sat down on top of her.

"Why did you do this?" he asked suspiciously and held her arms next to her head.

"Well, Mister Cheap-pants wouldn't spring me a birthday present, so I had to see if I could bribe him with some self-made sandwiches," she said and Ames sat up. He looked into the basket and pulled out a sloppily-made sandwich. He looked at her. "I missed my housewife's course back at school," she said with a smirk. "Mommy never taught me how to make proper food for a proper man." Ames laughed and kissed her. She giggled.

"I wonder how I ever fell in love with you," he said with a smirk.

"It's cause I'm such a hot bitch, ain't it?" Ames ran his hands down her sides and smiled. "Yeah, good body too." He kissed her again and let her sit up.

When the sunset came she leaned her head onto his shoulder and closed her eyes.

"I wish we could be together forever," she said and sighed. She knew it would never happen, because he was married and had a kid. That alone made problems for their relationship. Also, since she was a transgenic she couldn't stay in once place for too long. Zack kept warning her about things like that.

Escape and evade, Heresy, he said. Yeah, Zack. E'n'E.

She knew Tinga had a kid and a husband back in Portland but she didn't know if… She sat up and stared at the ground.

"What's the matter, baby?" Ames said and took her into his arms again. It was unusual for her to move away from affection. Heresy shook her head. She couldn't tell him. Not when she was planning on running away. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said quietly and laid her head onto his shoulder. Ames pushed her away from himself.

"What?"

Crying Heresy sat on the bed in the cheap motel room. Hunter looked very annoyed with her current antics. She'd seemed a strong woman, she'd seemed dangerous and now she was crying. Crying like there was no tomorrow.

"Will you shut up already, so we can get moving?" he growled. Heresy did nothing. She was still curled into a ball, head hung between her knees and hands over her head. How was he to get her to stop crying and help him kill his sister? Hunter ran his mind back to the social interaction courses he'd had to constantly attend in Manticore.

He was their most popular student and had been since he was 5 years old. For the first five years he'd come twice or three times a week like all the other students, but ever since X5-628 had run away, X5-992 had become more aggressive and went everyday of the week.

Girls crying, he tried to remember. Most of the time Hunter had blocked out the courses there because social interaction was something he never hoped to have to do. There must be something on that.

Hunter sat down next to her and patted her on the back.

"Cheer up," he said without sympathy. Nothing happened. "Eh… it'll be alright?" he tried. Still nothing. Shit. Hunter flexed his fingers trying hard not to snap her neck. There was something else, he remembered. Something about… listening.

"What's wrong?" he asked carefully and Heresy unwrapped herself. She flung her arms around his neck and was now, to his dismay, crying onto his shoulder.

"How much longer, Otto?" White asked tensely. If she was dead, all the memories would go away and he could keep on living.

"Not much, sir," Otto said. "She's somewhere in this town, I'm trying to intensify the signal," he explained.

"Just make it quick," White growled.

"Zack," Styl whispered with a short glance at Two. She shook the tall blonde and he awoke with a groan. Quickly Styl placed her hands over his mouth and he instantly shut up. He too looked at the wolf-boy and then got up. Styl used a few hand signals and the two of them left the room silently.

"What's the matter?" Zack whispered as he closed the door.

"People are coming for you," she said fear in her voice.

"What do you mean?" he asked looking around as if they were here already. Styl shook her head, the silver in it glittering in the faint moonlight. "How many?" Again she shook her head but this time she spoke.

"Three, maybe four," she said. He didn't even have to ask his next question because she had anticipated it already. "I don't know why, I don't know who, I just know it's not going to be pretty."

"Escape and evade?" he asked.

"Not going to work this time, Zack. I wish I didn't have to say this but you have to stay and fight."

"What about him?"

"Maybe he can help us." Zack huffed. "Two isn't a bad guy, Zack. He will help us."

"He hates me."

"I love you, Zack. I don't want anything to happen to you and if anyone can help us, it's him," she muttered and grabbed his shirt. She held on tight crying. Zack stroked her hair and looked away, seeing nothing.

"If you think it'll be alright, it will. I trust you, Styl. We have to get ready now. When?"

"Soon." Zack nodded and went back into his room.

Yes, a short chapter but packed with a lot of stuff. Anyone wondering about Heresy and White's freaky relationship? Wait for it…

Next chapter, Blaze meets her dream boy