Tempest of Emotions
Chapter Eleven- Captured, At Last
A/N- Senior year is upon me and so are senior pictures- my very own hell-on-wheels. The photo company and my school have created a monopoly and are completely ripping us off. Curse those idiots! And any myths you've heard about senior year are probably just that, myths. There is no senior privilege, just being pushed around by rude students. Also, I find I'm sleeping less than I was in junior year!!! Appling to college is really starting to get to me! Ugh, sorries about the delay, but I finally updated!
(Jam Pony…)
"Has anyone of you reprobates had contact with Alec recently? How bout miss tardiness? Anyone?" Normal broke up the normal lethargic atmosphere with his incessant inquiring after his golden boy. Messengers came in and stopped and lounged around the TV, ignoring the constant shouts from the front desk as usual. Normal sighed in disgust after his inquires were not returned. 'Where is my Alec? I'm starting to miss him.' Normal pouted as he stared at yet another photo of Alec he took from the surveillance camera. 'He looks so perfect in this picture. Too bad it's in black and white. I can even remember that shirt he wore that day. It was beautiful. My own Greek god.' He smiled and sighed happily. Suddenly he frowned as he looked at another picture. 'Uhh! What is Max doing in my personal photos? And she's covering up Alec's face. How dare she. I'll have to have a talk with her when she decides to show up again.' He decided as he straightened his photos and placed them securely into his safe.
OC reclined on an old comfortable blue chair where she casually talked to Sketchy. This heat was starting to get to her. Yes, even the ever reliable Original Cindy was bothered at the sudden heat wave that had struck Seattle. The sticky atmosphere showed no signs of leaving. 'Please let there be some rain soon,' rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. She glanced at the clock, time to go home. "Hey, Sketch, let's go. It's time to leave." Sketchy broke off his staring contest with another employee and started to follow her out the entrance.
"What do you people think you're doing? I didn't say you could leave yet!" Normal started screaming.
Original paid no heed to him. When, if ever, did anyone pay attention to that sad, sad fool?
"If you hear from that reprobate roommate of yours, you can tell her she's fired if she doesn't come back in one week!" Normal shouted from within Jam Pony.
'I wonder what Max is doing anyways' Cindy pondered as she slowly blended into the sea of people, 'I just hope she and Alec didn't kill each other yet.'
Two bodies hung suspended on the dim ceiling, held by two red ropes. Struggle as they might, the two were unable to escape their bonds. Without warning, four shots rang out; the two fell down, their wounds staining with dark red blood. Their binds were cut by two well-aimed shots.
"Al!" Max cried as she blurred from her hiding place and caught the free-falling body of her friend. Her small face was gaunt and bruised, suggesting torture while she was captured. Blood poured out of the small dark opening near her right lung. The end was near.
Slowly Al opened her eyes, "Hey Maxie," she attempted to smile and started to cough violently. Once they subsided, "Don't cry; you and 494 couldn't do anything. Is it that bad?" gesturing to her wound. Her gaze shifted to Alec, who was bending over the now-cold body of the X7. "Is Ernie okay?" Seeing Alec shake his head, she returned her gaze to Max, "I'm sorry we failed you; we couldn't escape. We tried to, but they caught us each time."
"It's okay, try not to speak." Trying to smile through her streaming tears.
Al coughed again, this time with the blood which filled her lungs and started choking her, taking Max's hand, "Get them Max, get them," her voice slowly dying, "for us".
"I promise." Max got up to her feet and saw the barrel of the gun that shot Al and Ernie pointing at her. She looked past the barrel to see the shooter. She frowned as she stared confused into the cold eyes of her brother.
"Zack! It's me, Max! You have to remember me! I'm your sister Max!"
He stood there, silent and unresponsive. A hint of confusion crept into his eyes as he stared at her. She did seem familiar, as a phantom of a fleeting dream is familiar to the drowsy dreamer. His face grew hard again as he recognized her as only another faceless enemy. She was the one they called 452, yet another rogue agent that had to be punished and soon before she jeopardized the team and their mission. She must be neutralized.
Nearby, Alec fought hard, unfairly outnumbered by White and his familiars. Bleeding badly, there seemed to be no possible victory or escape in sight. He took another punch to the head. His eyes blurred for a moment before refocusing on White's sneering face bending over him.
"That the best you can do with all you selective breeding?" Alec taunted, although his sarcasm was hindered by his windpipe being slowly closed.
"You haven't even begun to see the full potential of our powers, 494. This might not be the best time to anger me." White smiled as his iron fist continued to close even tighter on Alec's throat. He struggled and tried to knock White's grip off, but with the surrounding familiars held and dragged him to the floor, he was helpless.
"You're 452. My orders are to capture you." Zack finally responded, never taking his eyes off her.
"They brain-washed you, didn't they. You have to believe me, White is not your friend. He's trying to kill transgenics and you're helping him!" Max screamed at him while cautiously circling him.
"Agent Whites is in charge and my orders are to capture you." He replied monotone as he watched her circle him.
"I won't fight you, not you Zack." She said softly with a hint of sadness in her voice. She stopped in her tracks and dropped her hands.
"My name is 599 and I have no such orders not to attack." Suddenly he blurred behind her and hit her hard, squarely on the back of her head. She fell in a dead faint. Alec watched Max fall, 'Why didn't she attack him?' his own vision darkened as the oxygen flow to his brain dropped. He too fainted and dropped to the floor.
White released Alec's windpipe and bending over, he checked his pulse, 'Good, it's still beating.' He arose and looked around the room, two trangenics dead and two more unconscious; perfect. "Bag the dead bodies and have them sent to the morgue. The forensics guys will have a field day dissecting them. Oh and tell them to take a tissue sample before they destroy the evidence. Tie up 452 and 494 and put them in the van. Be careful, we don't want to bruise them anymore or else we won't be able to use them. Now, load up the trucks and let's get to the lab." He ordered the surrounding people and walked stiffly to the driver's seat. The bodies were loaded, the live ones bounded. 599 sat next to him as he drove the van out on to the deserted road. It would be a long time before they reached the lab; he could hardly wait.