Chapter Nine

" Logan" she cried out as she shot up in the cot. She scanned the cold, blank walls over and over, searching.

"He's not here 452," the director's chillingly sadistic voice filled the room and Max saw the empty eyes looking in on her, "I told you we'd get him and we did."

She just remained staring at the door, captivated by the voice and those eyes.

"Such a shame really. He was really quite brilliant, a waste just like you. So much potential that will never be realized."

"No" she said softly shaking her head.

"Yes" Renfro's smile was obvious in her eyes as she nodded. "Poison Max. How many times must I tell you that? Everything you touch whithers and dies." Her face turned away, "Open this door."

She walked in, immaculate as always, but it wasn't the perfect hair or dress that held Max's attention. It was the small bundle wrapped in gray, small and unmoving, but undeniably there.

"I told you I'd bring him by when we got him." She shifted the baby up in her arms, the fair skin, the blonde traces of hair, lids that started to lift to reveal blue eyes.

She swallowed hard.

"Of course look is all you'll ever be allowed to do, after all you're poison. Your brother and your lover are dead…Your son though." Renfro made a smiling face at the baby she lifted close to her, "He'll be fine. He'll be one of us as you once were." She smiled again as she left the room.

The baby started to cry and Max shot up out of bed and ran to the door that had already been closed. She could only make out Renfro's retreating form as the cry grew fainter and fainter.

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"Max"

Her eyes started to open.

"Max" he shook her again.

Her eyes connected with those over hers. His eyes. He was here. She shot up and wrapped her arms around him, almost knocking him over in the process.

"It's alright Max," he soothed as he rubbed a hand over her back, "you're here. Everything's fine."

She nodded roughly into his neck.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head.

"Max it might help."

She pulled back and wiped away her tears with the back of her head, "Talking won't help. They didn't go away before." Eleven years had passed and she'd always felt like it had only been yesterday. "I need water," she said getting out of bed before he could stop her.

"Max" he called out after her. She didn't reply, he fell back against the pillows with a groan and an arm over his face. He had absolutely no idea how to help her.

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