Tempest of Emotions
Chapter Three- Prologue III
A/N- This took me a LOT of time to type and probably doesn't flow really well, deal with it! But any suggestions to improve this choppy composition would be nice. BTW, I don't really know the character of Logan, so this might be somewhat inaccurate and needless to say, I do not wish to portray him in a light that is not true to his character, so tell me if I totally screwed up Logan's image. And of course, this was meant to be filled with tons of angst with just a hint of humor mixed in. Enjoy! (BTW- this is a pretty long one. You've been warned.)
Do not attempt adjust your screen. This is a cable hack. It will last exactly sixty seconds and cannot be traced. It cannot be stopped and it is the only free voice left in the city. In recent months, the corrupt police brutally and mercilessly massacred immigrants trying to enter this country so that they could earn enough not to starve. This death squad mowed down sixty people in a blink of an eye. This injustice will not be forgotten and Eyes- Only will track down the people responsible and bring them to justice. This has been a streaming freedom video bulletin via the Eyes-Only informant network. Peace. Out.
Sounds familiar, doesn't it? The Eyes Only hacks used to mean the world to me. They were my sole source of contribution to save this doomed world. They were also my way of revealing the insidious behavior of private and rich citizens who thought they could get away with everything. They were wrong. I, Logan Cale, was the one who would shine the light that would illuminate their dark deeds and alert the world to their treachery. I was going to save the world, one day at a time.
It was during one of these routine hacks when a young girl came crashing into my life and my window incidentally. She was Max and she would change my life forever. I'll never forget that day, I had just finished a hack on the infamous and now late Edgar Sonrisa and before I knew it, there was this thief in my house who had just knocked out Peter, my bodyguard. I'll admit that I was frightened and greatly alarmed over anyone who could best Peter, but I kept my calm and aimed a gun at the assailant. To my great shock, the thief was but a young girl, no older then twenty. How could she break into my house and knock out Peter without alerting the whole household? She was obviously a professional cat burglar. And before I knew what was happening, she used Peter as a human shield, charged out my window, dropped hundreds of yards, landed perfectly on her feet and fled. How did she do that? No mere human could survive the fall, let alone land on their feet unharmed. The answer was, of course, that Max was no ordinary human, but that she was the result of many genetic experiments that were meant to create the ultimate warrior with abilities unlike anything I have ever seen in my life. They succeeded.
Our relationship started out professional and slow grew into the great affection, love and admiration that we had had recently. Recently, Max was alive and barging into my apartment without so much as a warning. Recently we celebrated our first anniversary and needless to say we won't be able to celebrate our anniversary together again because on an incredulously stupid idea, she went charging off to finish Manticore once and for all. Problem is that Manticore finished her off first. Now, I understand why she went back, she wanted it all to end and to save Brin, but did she have to die with her past? She died in my arms, I could see her life slipping away from her and I knew that she had no pulse for she was shot in the heart. Max, my beloved Max, my precious, fierce, brilliant and extraordinary Max was gone before my very own eyes.
I couldn't believe that she died. How can someone so strong be killed by a simple metal bullet? She is supposed to be like those superheroes I read about in comic books and this was the cliffhanger section. Our super heroine is in a tight spot; will she prevail or die trying? Well, anyways, the superhero always gets out of that tight spot and triumphs over evil. Well, guess what, Max didn't triumph, she died. How am I supposed to live without her? I love her so much and it took so long for us to finally admit that we had feelings for each other. And for what result? She dies, leaving me here, all alone. I hate her for doing that to me. Didn't she think about our future? The happily ever after Cinderella life we were to spend together? My heart aches every moment of each day, of each hour. When will this horrible nightmare be over? Every single night I have a new dream of Max, healthy and alive, and this 'lovely' dream always ends with her dying, again.
Flashback
I was so sure this time it was real. So sure. It was our wedding, just as we imagined it. The wedding was as we planned together; to have an outside wedding in spring with only our closest friends and immediate family. And here it is; a clear sunny spring day and there she was, standing at the end of the isle, in a breath-taking satin white gown and a halo of white apple blossoms crowning her ebony silky curls. I gasp, she's alive. I glance down on myself, I'm in an elegant black tuxedo. Is this what I think it is? I'm getting married? To Max? Can this be real?
My Goss, Max is alive and we about to get married. So, it was just a nightmare; she didn't die and we are going to be together forever. Wow, it's like a dream come true. The music started to swell, snapping me back to attention. The guest watch in admiration as Max starts to sweep down the isle on an extremely scarlet-red carpet. I wonder who made the decision to get a red carpet. My heart misses a beat, or maybe a few, in truth. I am startled when I notice Max's family mingling in the crowd, obviously we found them. I also noticed that Cindy, Sketchy and even Normal were present. Normal? Who invited him? And why is he talking on his cell during my wedding? The man did not know the concept of manners, but who cares? As long as I get to be with Max, nothing else matters, not even that guest who already started eating. How rude!
Concentrate Logan! This is your wedding day; don't screw it up, you might not get the chance to do this again! I am so gullible. By now, this fantasy has me within its grips and I am slowly sinking into this alternate realty. No, Max didn't die, it was just some weird side effect from whatever I ate some nights ago and it must have be so vivid that I believed the dream to be real. Haha, so silly, Logan. Well, I'm going to erase that thought from my head and be joined with Max for all eternity.
I wait impatiently as Max slowly but surely nears me. Why she taking so long? And why does it seem like although she's moving toward me, she looks as if she's slowly backing away. When Max finally reaches her place, next to me, I let out a sigh of relief. For a moment there, I thought something would happen that would result in our final and ultimate separation. I guess I was expecting some divine intervention to stop our picturesque wedding. Surely this couldn't happen if we weren't meant to be the next famed "star-crossed lovers", right? Surely if ever there were any people who loved each other, they were Max and Logan and they were meant for each other, right?
Wrong, because at that moment, the wedding was invaded by an army of intruders in black, led by none other than colonel Lydecker. He's back; just my luck. The militia surrounds the panicking crowd and start discharging their weapons. I'm separated from Max as I watch in horror, as I watch my friends and family being slaughtered. It's happening again. I also watch Max run towards me and then falter as a bullet hits her in the back. She falls to the ground, dying. NO! MAX! You can't die! Not today; it's our wedding. I hold her body and start rocking, as I would when she was having one of her terrible seizures. Stroking her hair gently, I know it's too late when I noticed the bright scarlet red river of life flowing from her. The bullet hit her in the heart and there's nothing I can do but hold her in the last moments. Thrown into a state of unbelieving shock, I didn't notice the ring of soldiers surrounding me. I don't notice the simultaneous loading of their arms. I just sat there, crying, holding onto the love of my life. They just had to take her away from me! The one thing I wanted most was the one thing I could not obtain. Even Death had more power than me in destroying my happy life. Max is dead. Therefore, I didn't hear the command being barked. I didn't hear the trigger being pulled. I didn't see the end, but only knew the feeling of being engulfed by the flames of pain and unending anguish. The end came too soon. I didn't see it coming.
End of flashback
I awoke screaming, drenched in sweat. I dreamt about her again and I don't know which is worst, we get to our wedding day and then she dies or that we don't even come close to a serious relationship and she dies in my arms.This can't be true. Max can't be dead. I love her too much to let her go. Please, if there's anyone listening, please bring her back and I will ask for nothing more. I need to see her again. I need to hold her again. I need to speak to her. Please, I didn't even get a chance to say good bye. This isn't fair! We were supposed to share one love and one life together and where is this destiny? It's gone! Gone with a single bullet.
Max is gone and yet I still feel that she's somewhere out there, just waiting to come charging back into my life. Well, I'm doing my part and I will track down Manticore for what they have done to Max and so many more. They will pay for their crimes and I will avenge the death of a girl named Max, whom I knew well and loved.
(A few months and a day later)
My life is really funny and kind of ironic, if you think of it this way. I thought Max was alive and guess what, she's alive! Woohoo! I finally start to readjust to life without Max and she just pops in all of a sudden. Don't get me wrong, I'm overjoyed! I really am, but now I don't get to make those who separated us, pay for what they did. I wanted to expose their dark deeds to the world and champion the death of Max and the suffering of her siblings. Now that she's alive, it kind of takes the anger and hate out of me, I'm just really happy to see her again.
With as little pomp and glory possible, Max came charging back into my life, again. One moment, she's dying in my arms and another; she's standing at my doorway, as if nothing happened. Overjoyed, I rushed over and kissed her, only to feel suddenly weak and unexplainably sick. What's happening to me? It's happening again, I can feel it: we're being pulled apart once again.
Max didn't come back alone, she accomplished her mission, though I 'm not quite sure how because last I saw her, she was dead. Anyways, she took down Manticore and let all the transgenics out into the unsuspecting world. With her, Max brought Joshua, a kind and friendly transgenic who resembles a dog, in both appearance and amiable behavior. As a lover of abstract arts, I can relate to Joshua's unique painting style and his wonderful method of expressing his wonderment to this world, one so new to him. Max also brought Alec, a cocky, arrogant, selfish and needless to say, handsome, transgenic. For some reason, undisclosed to me, Max has a really strange relationship with Alec. I don't know what kind of relationship it might be, but I really don't trust Alec, especially after I discovered that Max and I cannot touch. Thanks a lot! Max is alive, Max is here, but can Max and Logan touch? Nope, sorry you dope, there's this virus designed specifically to target your DNA and any touch could be a fatal one. Great, just great.
Anyways, back to this Alec, why won't he go away? Just leave us alone? He's like a puppy dog, you feed him once and he'll always come running back for more. And why is he hanging around Max so much?! She gripes about his all the time and he still can't take a hint; she doesn't want him around. Why? Probably because he's Ben's twin and the fact that he's a royal pain, sometimes. I really don't understand their…friendship, if you could call it that. One moment they're fighting like it's the end of the world and other times, they seem to get along. Well, no matter, I just wish he would stay out of our lives; I don't trust him getting all buddy-buddy with Max. In fact, I think he likes her and maybe Max likes him too and is just pretending so that I won't suspect! Maybe this whole "hate you" thing going on between them is just a façade, hiding their love for one another. Max won't do that to me, would she? She knows I love her and that we will find a cure to this virus, right? Wrong again, Loggie boy, Max is in love with …Alec, of all people. She's in love with Mr. Screwup and the problem is that I have proof: I saw him leave her apartment and they hugged. They what? They hugged each other?! Someone tell me this is some kind of hallucination, please somebody! Anybody! Max and Alec do not hug! They argue and this is…so not right! What's worse is that Max neither denied nor confirmed my suspicions when I asked her. This is some kind of bad dream right? This can't be happening: the girl of my dreams cannot be running away with some idiot like Alec, no matter how handsome he is. Or maybe it is. If it's true, I guess I should just let her go and be happy for them. Be happy that she finally found someone who will and can understand what she's going through. But I could have done that! In fact I'm the perfect guy for Max to be with. Not Alec. No, I refuse to accept this until I have solid proof that Max really is in love with Alec. I will not give up until the very end, I swear it!
I am so engulfed with my thoughts of winning Max back, that I didn't notice a blonde discretely enter my apartment. Her soft voice breaks my train of thought and I revert back to my usual calm and quiet mode.
"Logan? Are you okay? You look like you were in deep thought. Sorry to disturb you but I need you help on something."
"Sure Asha, what do you need?" I ask calmly, smiling as I do so. I'll deal with my problems later, right now Asha requires my immediate and complete attention and she deserves it.
A/N- It was long and it wasn't supposed to be in the beginning, but with the whole dream sequence, which kind of threw the whole story off but still interesting to add, made it long and trying to integrate Max's return made the story really choppy. Find mistakes? Tell me! And do review! Thanks to those who did! BTW, please don't make me cry, but this is NOT M/L!!!! I am definitely an M/A fan, but this will not be one of those hot, heavy and extra fast stories. Going to try to keep it nice and slow and again… not M/L! But I am curious; did this story give off M/L vibes? If it is, I might just steer the story that way because it's really hard to rewrite character development and obviously I'm a novice at this! Review!!!