The Sound Of Rum
A Maximum Ride/ Daniel X Crossover
Books: Maximum Ride(Post ANGEL) Dangerous Days Of Daniel X(after The Last One)
OC: Kenzi Sommersay
"What is your problem?" I snapped at him. His eyes met mine for once. Suddenly the door slammed open. Here we go again. Didn't he ever use his voice?
They grabbed my hair and dragged me to a white room. The clothes I'd been wearing since I got here were ripped off and I was tied to a table.
Naked. What kind of place were these sick bastards running? Had they done this to Max and Daniel?
"Name...Kenzi...Gender...Female...Size...5'7...Hai r...Black...Iris...Blue...Injection...TK5.3..." A voice noted. I swallowed. Another needle? Great.
A tall, tanned doctor(I assumed, anyway) entered the room and stared at me.
"What you looking, fool?" I snapped. He simply chuckled at me. he produced a needle from his pocket.
"Say goodnight, Kenzi." Well, no. I didn't go to sleep. Maybe my body was immune to the tranquillizers now...
But this was not a tranquillizer. "FUCK!" I screamed through gritted teeth. Pain was searing through my body, every part of me ached as I thrashed and screamed on the table, arching my back in agony. Tears stung my eyes as the venom sunk into bloodstream. "Fuck...Fuck...Fuck..." I exhaled, calm demeanour finally failing me I as I struggled to keep my eyes open, to see what they were going to pull next. Finally, I drifted into a dreamless sleep.
I woke up in the dark room again. Daniel was staring at me and I assumed I was still naked. But I was too weak to care, to move, to yell at him to get some manners. Slowly, I shut my eyes and rested, not really sleeping, but not fully coherent. I felt a hand on my shoulder, but for some reason, I didn't really...I don't know, I mean I knew it was there, I just kind of didn't feel it in the whole sense. If that makes a lick of sense.
A few hours later I woke to someone breathing in my ear. I groaned in discomfort, and the warmth that enveloped my body left. I whined at the loss, sitting up and noting it was Daniel. At first I felt violated, intruded. After the initial violation, a part of me told myself it was better than watching him die.
