A.N- Alright what I'm going to do about updating is- I'll update every every few days. So you might not have to wait a whole week.
LOVE HATE DUH- Yea I feel more comfortable with Max's POV but sometimes I feel it necessary to have another POV, if she's out or something.
dopeycookiemonster- Awesome names:) I've actually always loved the name Nate haha and Arianna is cool because it could be like in memory or Ari. I really want the name to mean something so that will definitely be an option, but I feel that Skye has been used too much (like in almost every story I've read).
Bacon is Love- Thank you:) and I'll try to. Again, I feel that Skye is over used, but I've never heard Sorin. That sounds cool, It'll be an possibility too.
Rescue Mission- Part Two
After I'd told Hans how fast I heal and how fast the scars go away, he seemed to calculate something on a paper he had and then said, "Well, according to my calculations, you should be pregnant for about five or six months. Do you have any questions about it?"
I was still angry about doing this; I'd really wanted my mom to be the one doing this, but since I don't think I'll be able to get out any time soon, I guess this would have to do…
"Yea, I wanted to know if there's a way to find out who the father is…"I say reluctantly.
"Oh, well Max there is a way to do that, but I don't think we should" he says cautiously.
"Why not? I need to know!" I say.
"Well, there are risks to it and I do not want to put that baby at risk in any way. You should just wait until it's born Max."
That shut me up. I really didn't want to put him/her at risk. But I still wanted to know now. So I asked "Exactly what risks are there?"
"Well, there would be a risk of a miscarriage if I did it. Also we would have to wait around six to ten weeks to do it on you."
"What exactly is it?" I ask curiously.
"Well, one way is I would have to stick a needle into your abdomen and into the liqu-"
My eyes had gone wide at the needle part and I had raised my hands to make him stop. I wasn't even considering it, I was just curious at what he'd have to do and now that he mentioned needle, I didn't even want to hear it. "I wanted to know when I'd start to show too" I say.
"Hum, well let's see. It's been about one week since you conceived, and considering your body type and weight you should show at maybe six or seven weeks, but don't take my calculations too seriously, because everyone is different and I might not even be getting all of your growing calculations right."
I nod and I'm not even that annoyed anymore. I mean, he's still the bad guy to me, but I don't think he's that evil. Maybe he's really just trying to help me.
"I was also wondering what you were thinking of doing with it once it's born. I wanted to know if you had considered giving it to me. I would still let you see it and visit."
Never mind, I still hate him… "Uh, no thanks!" I say sarcastically. Like I would even consider that! I just remembered that he's the one who got me pregnant (not like that) in the first place!
"Well Max if you don't give me it willingly, I'll just have to take it and I'll never let you see him" he says calmly.
"Over my dead body, you conniving little bastard!" I scream, getting up from my chair to lunge for him.
The cyborg that's always beside me, grabs me though and Hans starts screaming things like "the only bastard is that child you're carrying (oh no he didn't!)", "be careful with her!" and "all that stress is bad for the baby!"
Suddenly, the door busts open and I see Fang as Dylan as the door falls off its hinges sending some dust flying.
As I kick and thrash around in the cyborgs grip, I start screaming "Kill him!" then I elbow the cyborg hard in the chest and lunge for G.
"Ahhhh!" he screams as I jump on him and start punching his face.
The cyborg is about to grabs my back but someone, I think Fang, punches him so hard that it sends him into the wall. Dylan then grabs me softly and tears me from Han's bleeding face. "I think that's enough Max." He tells me quietly.
Hans had passed out after the first punch, but I'd kept punching him. He'd called my baby a bastard and even if it was true, he had no right to say that. It was his fault anyway and I wouldn't care either way. This kid was mine and no one would say that kind of thing and get away with it.
Dylan was holding me by my waist and I was punching him now to try to get to Hans, "Max, please stop. You're even now, he's out cold. Anything else just isn't you. Anyway, we have to get out of here."
Fang looked at us then went to the door, "Come on let's go" he said and then stopped at the door "Shit." I heard him whisper.
I stopped struggling against Dylan and stared at the door as Dylan got in front of me protectively.
Shit was right. Since the door was on the ground now, we could see out into the cyborg filled hallway, and it was not pretty.
"Come quietly, and we will not hurt you" A robot in the front says.
Fang looks back at me and I look around Dylan to him and shake my head. He nods and then Dylan screams "No thanks!" and charges for them.
"No Dylan!" I scream and run to him.
Fang grabs my arm though, right as we see Dylan fly to the back wall, where Fang had thrown the first cyborg. He flew backwards (not with wings) with his arms and legs out in front of him and slams backwards into the wall, making an indentation in the wall.
I then run to Dylan when Fang releases me and Fang follows me.
"Is he ok?" Fang asks, looking down to where I was kneeling.
I put my head on Dylan's chest and hear the quick 'thump thump thump' of his heartbeat. Looking up at Fang, I nod and say, "Yea, he'll live, but we have to just do what they say. They're too strong to fight against, at least not alone."
Fang nods without further questions and we both pick Dylan up.
I put one of his arms over my shoulder and Fang did the same with the other and we walk to the door. "Fine, where do we go?" I ask the cyborgs angrily.
"To your room for now, until the master wakes up" The one in the front says, as another cyborg goes in the room and picks that son of a bitch up.
Fang and I walk to my room slowly, being led by the lead cyborg and being tailed by like twenty others. It takes a while since we have Dylan to carry between us, but when we finally get there the cyborg opens the door with a key and waits for us to enter.
"You will stay" he says like we're dogs and then leaves, closing and locking the door like usual.
"Here, put Dylan on my bed" I tell Fang as I lead us to it. After we put him down I take the covers and cover him. Fang gives me a questioning look and I answer "it's cold in here; you'll notice it after the adrenaline goes away. Trust me, I know."
He nods, still looking skeptical and then looks around the room.
I walk to the couch and sit with t remote in my hand. After I turn the TV on and turn it to the news, I sit back and try to relax.
"No way out?" Fang asks, sitting down with me.
"Nope" I say and close my eyes while listening to the TV.
"What about the vents?" He asks me calmly.
"Don't have a wrench." I answer simply.
"So what are we going to do?" He asks quietly.
We were both talking quietly the whole time in case the cyborgs were trying to listen, but we already knew that the cameras in this room couldn't detect sound. So we didn't have to be that careful, but being a little cautious wouldn't hurt.
"I don't know" I whisper, "I was actually expecting you to bring everyone after you saw how many robots there were" I add, now opening my eyes to look at him.
I was on the right side of the couch, sideways and had my legs slightly up making an upside-down V, so there was some room for Fang. He was on the left side of the couch sitting normally and looking down.
"I brought the flock and Maya though and I told them what to do if we weren't out by tomorrow."
"What's that?"
"They're supposed to call my guys and tell them to come, but I don't know how long that might take. I'm stupid; I should have just brought them. I miscalculated everything, God I'm always doing this. I have no idea how you did this for so many years, I can barely do it for a few months" He says, looking at me now.
After a moment of silence, I say, "Wow, I forgot how much you talk now…"
He chuckles lightly and shakes his head. Now looking at me again, he says, "What's with you Max? You're not like the Max I thought I knew. She would never give up as easily as you do now. She was fearless, lately the first thing you do is just give up, and you barely even try anymore."
I look away from him, at the TV to my right.
I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to tell him for some reason that I couldn't even understand and what am I supposed to say anyway? 'The reason I've been acting so weird is because Hans got me pregnant again (and again, not like thato.O) and I want to keep the kid safe.'
Well, the keeping him (just going to call him/her a him for now btw) safe part he would understand, but he might not like the idea that Hans did this to me or that he might not even be his, that he might be Dylan's.
I look back at Fang and see that he's staring at me, still wanting an answer. I look down at my stomach then back at him.
No, I wouldn't tell him until that specific subject came up and I had no other choice. I end up just saying, "I guess I'm more aware of my limits now and just know when I'm in over my head." And then look down again.
"So hey, what'd G say that pissed you off so bad? I heard something abou-" He said, but then stopped because we heard Dylan moan from my bed.
We looked over and Dylan got up, with a hand on the back of his head "Ugh, wha' happen?" he asks groggily.
"You got thrown into a wall." Fang says as I get up.
"Are you ok? Does your head hurt too bad?" I ask once I'm at the bed.
"Yea, but I'll be fine." He says normally now, looking around "where are we though?"
"We're in my room, still in Han's lab" I grumble.
"Ok, so before he woke up, I'd asked you something Max" Fang asks, determined to get an answer.
I look back slowly. 'Dang it, I thought he would've forgotten' I think as Dylan asks "asked what?"
"I asked her why she was so pissed at Hans." He says, putting his elbow on the couch arm and resting his head on it, while looking at us.
"What exactly did you hear from out there?" I ask slowly, trying to see how much damage was done and wondering if I could cover it up or if I had to tell the truth.
"Well, I heard something about if you didn't give him something, that he'd just take it and then you'd never see it again." Says Fang.
"Oh, uh, yea, he, uh… He said that if I didn't let him test me willingly, that he'd never let me see freedom again." I say and smile at myself for that one. I'd thought it was pretty convincing.
They both look at me skeptically, but don't argue.
"But then I heard something about a bastard or something." Dylan adds.
"Yea, I called him that." I say lightly and go to the couch, seeing if they would let it go or not.
"Yea, we got that, but the second time. In that context, he said something about you carrying a bastard?" Dylan asks.
"Um, he was talking about… Fang, yea, and I just uh, got really mad you know?" I say blushing.
"Uh huh…" Dylan says still doubtful.
"Just let it go." Fang says, "Doesn't matter right now." He goes to sit on the couch again and leans back, looking at me "Even if the whole story is completely unbelievable, we should focus on trying to get out."
Dylan comes over and sits between us on the couch "So you think they called your gang yet?" He asks casually.
"Nah, I think they'll be waiting till tomorrow" Fang says, stretching.
"How long do you think the douche will be out?" I ask, equally casual.
They both chuckle and Dylan says "Well, you hit him pretty hard…"
"He'll probably be out 'till tomorrow." Fang finishes.
"Good, I'm tired, I don't want to have to deal with his nonsense any time soon." I say and stretch my legs out in front of me. I look at where the TV was, but don't really watch it, until I finally say, "Hey, you all remember that you were mad at me for what happened?"
They had been looking at the TV like me and now nod their heads to let me know they were listening.
"Well, Hans said he was the one that made me do that."
Long awkward silence…
"What?" Dylan asks, after about three minutes.
"He said he gave all of us some hormones or something and that's why we did… all that. There was a screw up and that's also why you tried to kill each other."
"Ugh, I wanna kill that guy." Fang growls lowly.
I nod in agreement, but keep looking straight ahead.
"Hey, Max?" Dylan says after a while.
I look to my left and notice just how close we all were on this couch. My eyes go a little wide at that, but I still answer, "Yea?"
"Do you regret it?" He asks, looking at me.
"What?" I ask, even though I know exactly what he's asking.
"Do you regret it?" he asks again, "You know, doing what you did. It's fine if you do, I mean I already know you regret it with Fang, but do you regret it with me?" He says, pointing a thumb behind him to Fang.
"Hey, you know I can hear you right?" Fang says aggravated.
I shake my head and get up.
Dylan gets up "No, really-"Dylan starts, but gets cut off when they door opens.