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Ok, hope you guys like it, here's Chapter 9:
'One thousand one hundred and ninety-eight, one thousand one hundred and ninety nine, one thousand two hundred...'
I was counting the seconds it would take for me to safely slink out of the room without Mole thinking I was tagging after Max. So far I was up to 20 minutes. That was enough, right? I glanced over at Ephialtes. He was tightening the screws on his bed, occasionally looking over at the lizard-man hybrid, and shooting him anxious looks, clearly worried that he would wreck the sink; Mole was still 'fixing' the pipes, to no avail.
I cleared my throat, hoping to catch their attention. It didn't.
This time, I sighed.
Still not working.
Hmmmm. This is when you really got to get creative...
"ACHOO!"
"Bless you." Ephialtes's bored and unmistakably amused voice drifted from across the room.
However, before I was about to vocalize my thanks, Mole, nonetheless, interrupted.
"Alec, we all know you want to go find Little Miss Priss. So can you quit your pussy-footin' and go away?"
I sniffed. "Well, if you want to be rude about it..."
"Please," he deadpanned.
"If you insist..."
"Yeah, whatever."
I was about to retort, but changed my mind; after all, Mole had already ducked his head back down under the sink.
I stepped out of the building to be greeted by sunny skies with a high of seventy-five. Dozens of other transgenics were taking advantage of the rare, but hardly unwelcome, weather and milling about the littered streets, occasionally stopping to exchange words with a friend. It was a beautiful sight; X's conversing with transhumans, Psy-Ops soldiers slapping hands with X-5s. Almost gave me a fuzzy feeling in my heart. Almost.
"Hey, Alec!" It was Zane. The bulky transgenic approached me quickly.
"Do you know what's happening with Max?" He questioned, voice concerned.
"Uh, I didn't know there was anything happening with Max," I told him honestly. "She was fine this morning." I found myself bristling as I recalled out last encounter.
I had practically done everything in my power to make her jealous, even going as far as pretending to be interested in Saundra.
Well, look how good that turned out to be. Max didn't even seem in the least bit bothered by it.
"She hasn't really said anything...but something's definitely off with her." Zane looked off into the distance, apparently lost in thought. Or so it first appeared. I discreetly snuck a glance to the direction of his gaze. It was Saundra, the medic, conversing with an X-4 named Justin.
"What'd she do?" I asked Zane, opting to seem unaware.
"Huh? Oh. Nothing. She was just going around, talking to people, asking about their opinions. You know, normal leader stuff." His attention drifted off once more to Saundra and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Max was acting strange and here he was drooling over Saundra...
Something clicked. 'Could Max have been jealous of Saundra? Is she really attracted to me?' My hopes flared...and swooped back down. Max would never be interested in me. She might care for me as a friend, but certainly nothing more. If she did, then wouldn't she do something about it?
I recalled this morning's every detail. Let's see, Max was shifting from one foot to the other, expressing discomfort or repressed emotions. Seconds later, she'd raced out the door faster than I can say 'Clothes off.'
But that doesn't really reveal anything; Max is always like that. Then I got it; her eyes. I never got to see them because they were downcast. She was obviously hiding something.
Could she really be attracted to me? I shook my head. It was time we both started talking.
"Zane?" No response.
"Zaa-ane?" I sing-songed. Still no response.
I whistled. "Naked chicks...now that's what I'm talking about."
Zane's head whipped around so fast, it was almost a blur. "What? Where?"
I scrunched up my nose in confusion. "What the hell are you talking about these days? Anyway, do you know where Max is? It's important."
His eyes cleared. "Ahem. Yeah. She told me she was going to talk to Dix about some stuff."
I pivoted on my heels, prepared to search for Max. But before I walked off, I knew I had to say something. "Hey, Saundra!"
She looked over at me expectantly.
"Zane likes you."
I blurred away before he could get to me.
Alas, my luck was about to run out. On my way into H.Q, I spotted Genoa hovering outside. Now, what are the chances of a highly trained X-5 sensing my immediate presence?
Apparently, not slim enough.
"Munchkin!" Her voice alone was enough to crack glass. I approached her, a plastic smile plastered on my face.
"Hey there...Genoa. How's it going?"
She pouted, sending shivers of revulsion cascading down my spine. "A wine glass exploded on me today."
I arched a brow. "It exploded on you?"
"Uhuh. Max was talking to Dix and then all of a sudden, she starts pacing around. So, I politely tell her to stop. Then, she starts glaring at me. I, of course, decide to take the high road and just stand there, doing absolutely nothing. Then, from out of nowhere, the glass shatters! It was crystal, too!"
She pouted again. Oh, the pain!
"I was about to tell her to apologize but she went in the ward to go talk to Ephialtes--"
"Whoa. Ephialtes?"
"Yeah, you know. That hot, new guy--"
"But I thought it was Saundra's shift."
Genoa started inspecting her fingernails, bored with the conversation. "I guess not."
Frustrated, I shook Genoa's shoulders, making her teeth rattle in a very unappealing manner.
"Look at me." She looked at me. "Continue."
"Well, it was Saundra's shift. But then Ephialtes, bless him, thought she could use a break, so he took over. Now, Max is getting 'cured.'" Her words came out in a rush, but thankfully intelligible.
I felt my insides crumble. Max was getting the cure and she didn't even ask me to come? She'd preferred Ephialtes instead? I couldn't breathe and I felt dizzy. My head felt leaden and my heart refused to beat...at least, I didn't want it to.
Then, as if on cue, Max herself, appeared. She came to an abrupt stop as she saw me, first looking happy and panicked at the same time. I was confused by the whirlwind of emotions going through her delicate features. She glanced at Genoa, eyes widening and, in what seemed to be with great effort, turned her head to look at me. Her hurt and vulnerable eyes bore into my bewildered ones. It didn't take me long to realize why; my hands were still on Genoa's shoulders, and our bodies were almost touching. I jumped back with a start. But when I looked back at Max, she was gone.
Splat.
A raindrop fell on my cheek. Then another one. It was raining.
AT SANDEMAN'S HOUSE:
Logan sat hunched over a glowing computer screen, the only source of light in the otherwise dreary apartment. He was typing furiously, intent on his task. After a couple of seconds, a piercing, and undeniably girlish scream sliced the air.
"Aaaaaaah!!!!"
He looked at the computer screen again, incredulous. 'This can't possibly be happening! I was careful! I covered my tracks...'
'Oh, no.' Logan looks at the date of the newspaper article; it was from five days ago. He's been dead for five days!' Logan blinked, looking in bewilderment at the computer screen. "That can't be right," he wonders aloud. "I received the cure via mail three days ago, giving it to Max the very next day..."
Oh. My. Bill Gates.
"He was already dead by then...That means that someone else must have given me the cure. But why is he dead? And what does this have to do with the cure?"
There were no answers, only silence.
For a long time, Logan just sat there, staring at a computer screen.
It stared back.
Finally, he did the one thing he should have done in the first place; he picked up the phone.
MAX'S P.O.V
The sky was cloudy and the rain beat on me with uncontrollable fury. But I couldn't care less. My thoughts were once again fixated on Alec.
'That bastard. Why doesn't he like me? Am I too bossy? Am I not pretty enough—'
Whoa. I stopped myself before I could go even further down the road of insecurity.
I already admit that I'm...somewhat attracted to Alec. Let's face it, what girl wouldn't? Not that I'd ever tell that to his face...His ego's worse enough as it is.
So...why am I feeling this depressed? Why do I feel like my heart's shattering into a million little pieces? Why does it suddenly feel as if it's the end of the world? Water streaked down my cheeks and I noticed, for the first time, that it wasn't the rain.
In the distance, thunder boomed and, for a split second, the air around me sizzled electrifyingly. Then, as if a light bulb went of in my head, I suddenly got it.
It was so amazingly simple that I had overlooked it. 'How could I have not realized this before? How could I have missed the telltale signs of my bleeding heart? How could I not notice the shivers running through my spine at the sight of him? How could I have not realized that I was, utterly and irrevocably, in love with—'
My thoughts came to an unforeseen halt as my head started to feel like it had split into two. The pain was tremendous, blocking all coherent thought.
I sank to the ground, helpless, teeth clenched in pain and my hands fisted.
So, it was really no surprise, that as the edges of blackness supplanted my vision, I've never felt so grateful in all my life.
Welcome to oblivion.
MEANWHILE, AT HEADQUARTERS:
Contentedly stationed on his favorite chair, facing all of H.Q, Dix put his hands behind his head and settled for some much sought-after relaxation time.
"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!" The telephone shrieked angrily, loud and unforgiving.
To get up or not to get up? That seems to be the dilemma here.
"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!"
"Someone get that!" Wilson shouted from above the rafters, where he was fixing a leak.
Dix got up with a groan. He was just getting comfortable, too.
"Hello?" He asked gruffly.
"It's Logan. This is urgent news. I've got to speak—"
"Max isn't here."
"Oh. Well, tell her not to take the cure! The man responsible for it's existence is dead! He's been dead for five days. That's a couple of days before I acquired the cure. I think White might be responsible! Hello? Hello!"
Dix dropped the phone, unable to move. Oh, no.
A/N: So? What'd you think? Put it in review and I'll fix whatever needs to be fixed: )