Tempest of Emotions

Chapter Thirteen- Beautiful Good Bye

A/N- This chapter is dedicated to the readers. Thank you !!! And yes Mrs. Robinson, screw college!!! I only wish I could. And I'm sorry if this is not exactly as great as it could be…

And this is a revision of this chapter…a little bit of time rereading showed some errors and now they are hopefully all corrected!

Hazel eyes, that's all he could remember. From the moment he woke up, strapped in a chair, he could only concentrate on her emotionless and sharp hazel eyes and the shearing pain taking over his body and mind as a monotonous voice claimed his attention. He watched her as she walked over and wrenched his head to face the laser. 'No. NO!' he thought helplessly as his mind was subdued by the bombardment of the voice and images. His consciousness was at the edge of succumbing to the stern voice as the darkness that once engulfed his mind had returned. It was happening once again.

"NO!" he screamed once as he struggled against the chair before he lapsed into a coma. The woman watched in fascination. So much determination, she had not seen that before. So much will power from something so flawed. 'He's perfect' she smirked as she undid his restraints. Opening the door, the guards from the hallway rushed in to carry away the body.

"Tell White, this one's ready." She nodded to the head of the guards and walked away with her lab notebook, busily scribbling her observations down. Her heels clicked soundly against the cool linoleum floor; the sound faded into silence.

"Is this enough?" A woman's voice called out as she held up a test tube.

"I think so. Yeah that's more than enough." A man in a white lab coat walked by and inspected the sample. He turned on the intercom, "Please escort the subject to the basement. We've got our needed specimens."

A group of heavily armed guards noisily entered the isolated lab to escort the subject. Their heavy boots stomped across the room, leaving it as quiet as it was before their intrusion. The only sound was the occasional clang of metallic instruments and whirl of unknown equipments.

The woman sighed as she took a break from staring into the microscope, "There seem to more guards than usual. They're practically swarming the place. How are we supposed to work like this? What was so special about this subject? She looks like a normal girl to me."

"We're not supposed to talk about anything that goes on here. Besides, at least we have a job. Do you remember the outside world? It's hell out there; believe me. A few muscle- bound guards aren't going to make me quit." The man answered, effectively dropping the subject of the female who had lain on the cold metal table only fifteen minutes ago. She did look normal, but he already knew she was anything but.

She inhaled sharply, as if she had been not breathing for a long time. The old stabbing headache was back as she raised her head. She was on her knees with her hands chained behind her back. Even her feet were bound by iron chains. 'A little overkill,' she thought, 'I can hardly move my muscles even if they're not tied up.' A violent cough sent her panting for breathe, 'Did they have to kick me so hard? And in the rib cage too?' A similar cough alerted her to another's presence. 'Alec,' she breathed 'What do they want with both of us?' her eyes asked as they locked eyes, trying to silently communicate.

Her brown eyes did not understand what he was trying to say. They followed the imaginary path made by his eyes that lead to the door, which was guarded only by two guards. Her eyes grew large once she understood what he was trying to say. "Escape. Escape while I hold them off."

She shook her head slightly. "NO." she mouthed. 'Don't you dare sacrifice yourself for me. Don't you dare!' He ignored her as his gazed shifted to White, towering above them both to the few remaining guards. White's left hand held a small knife.

"Okay, chat time's over. If you two will give me your full undivided attention, please direct it to the alters in back of me," White spoke as he gestured to the earthen alters. "Yes, these are sacrificial alters and yes, you two will be the sacrifice of the day. Any questions?"

"Well, that was an awfully brief introduction to our deaths." Alec spat out as he smiled slightly. "What? No explanation for our deaths? I thought you needed our DNA or something like that. And what about your son? Don't you want him back?" Alec taunted as he struggled to stand up. White only walked over to Alec and gazed at his eyes for a moment before he backhanded the transgenic with his own superhuman strength.

"We've scrapped your DNA, both of them," White's gaze turned to Max and returned to Alec, "And we need you both dead. The fact that there's a ceremony tonight and that it requires two human sacrifices was just a bonus. Although I would hardly call you two human," White drawled on and turned to look at the alters as Alec looked intently at Max, "But, it's not my call. And as for my son, we'll get that information from the great Eyes Only. Any more idiotic question? I'm more than happy to answer, since this is your time you're wasting." White turned around with a sickeningly happy smile. He was so happy he could not wait until both were dead, by his hand.

"NOW," Alec mouthed to Max as he lunged forward to strike the nearest guard. Max watched in horror as she knew he could not hope to get past the guards. She broke her shackles and rose to her feet and started to attack a guard when Alec turned to her and screamed, "NO! MOVE IT MAX!"

She dropped the lifeless guard from her death grip and turned to blur towards the door. Two guards stood between her and freedom. Only two if Alec could hold on. She hesitated as she strangled one guard and kicked the other one's head in, effectively ending his life. She glanced at Alec and White. 'No, Alec,' She thought as White drew out his gun and fired a shot.

Alec had started to run toward the door when the look on Max's face told him it was over, for one of them. The bullet struck him from the back, on his left side, dangerously near his heart. He stumbled from the impact and started to fall as Max screamed. He fell to the ground; his blood started pooling out across the ground. Max rushed to his side, 'I can't believe I did even get the chance to tell her and now it's too late.' He turned his face toward hers and shakily stretched his hand out to touch her face one last time.

Tears sprang from her eyes when she saw the bullet hit him. Holding him, she could hear his heart beating furiously as if to keep itself from stopping. One clear dewdrop fell from her face to his as his blood stained hand reached up to touch her face. She smiled weakly as she grasped his already cold hand in her own and brought it to her face.

"Don't cry for me, Maxie" His strangled throat managed to speak, "Can't believe you care. Better late than never."

"Yeah? I don't care for you, you idiot. I don't care if you live." She spoke tearfully.

'Goss, I'm going to miss her face. I wish I had told her.' Alec thought as his hand slipped out of hers.

Max cried softly as she heard his heart slow down. It had stopped, he was gone. She removed her hand from his wound. She stared at it with fascination; this is Alec's blood. She bit her hand until blood flowed freely. White watched her in shock as she mingled Alec's blood with her own. Did she finally snap? What this the trigger Lydecker reported about long ago? He watched as she rose and brushed herself off. The look in her eyes reflected only pure hate for the person in front of her. She screamed a blood-curding battle cry as she charged.

A/N- Not the escape someone wanted…but still review! Still, I don't I'll ever be able to update as quick I did this time. Please be patient w/ me! Till the next update! :) I'm still on the "end this story" ride…I know, I personally detest authors who do that and here I am contemplating story-acide. I will try to finish this…(tentative promise)