Authors Notes
Hello Fanfictioners.
In this chapter Max is taking a plane to Miami. Read and see what happens.
Max Payne: Miami
Chapter 2: Flying Blind
Max tried to relax in his seat, but it was in vain. He had never flown in his life and wasn't looking forward to it. A young cheery looking stewardess with blonde hair and bright blue eyes walked over to him. "Excuse me sir. Would you like something to drink before we take off?" Max looked up at her and replied "No but when are we leaving?" "Take off should be in about 15 minutes." She said. "Thanks." He said gruffly.
The stewardess noticed how tense he seemed and smiled a bit wider. "First time flying?" She asked in a mildly curious voice. Max grimaced. "That obvious huh?" He asked. The stewardess continued smiling . "What's your name?" She asked. "Max." He replied. "Well Max the ride isn't very long, I could get you a pillow and sheet so you can sleep right through it." The stubborn side of Max was going to say "no" but then he realized how stiff his neck felt. "Just a pillow please." He said. "Okay I'll be right back with it, if you need anything else just ask me. My name's Mary."
Max nodded his head and began rubbing his scar. It was something he did occasionally when he was stressed. Before too long, Mary returned with the pillow, then she left to attend to any other passengers that may need something. Max put the soft cotton filled cloth behind his head and drifted into sleep almost instantly.
He opened his eyes and shook his head, it felt like he was in his haze. He looked around only to find all of the passengers missing. 'What the hell?' He thought. Standing up he walked into the isle gazing down past the other seats. He saw the silhouette of something about 20 ft or more in front of him. He started moving towards the shape slowly. "Who's there?" He called. No response. He was getting close enough to see that it was definitely human. "Hello?" Again no answer. Now he was only a few feet away.
He could tell by the long hair and shapely body that the person was female, but her back was to him so he couldn't see her face. "Excuse me miss?" This time she turned her head a little to the left to look at him. He recognized her as the flight attendant that talked to him earlier. "Mary?" He said. She started walking in the opposite direction at a brisk pace. Max jogged to catch up with her. "Mary what's going on, where is everyone?" He asked as he grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. What he saw was something he never expected to see again.
Staring right at him was the face of the woman he held dying in his arms not more than 4 months ago. "Mona." He whispered. She stepped back a few feet. Gone was the stewardess that stood there moments ago. She looked exactly the same since the last time he had seen her. In her black jeans and black shirt, gun holster under her left arm, and a fresh bullet wound in her abdomen. "Sorry for being such a damsel in distress Max."
She turned around and began walking away. "Mona?" She sped up and started running. "Mona!" Max took off after her going as fast as he could. She reached the door that lead to the cockpit, she opened and closed it behind her. Max arrived at the same door right after her. He threw it open and stepped in. He stumbled to a halt as he looked around to see the white walls and floor of a hospital hallway, then he looked straight forward. He was speechless. Standing there before him was a man he had never wanted to see again in his life.
There stood Vladimir Lem, in his white suit, with a smug grin on his face. Mona lay motionless at his feet. "What's wrong Max, you look like you just saw a ghost." He said in his Russian accent. Max clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he felt anger boiling inside him. Vlad gave a hearty laugh. "Max Payne, dearest of all my friends." He raised a Desert Eagle and aimed it at Max's head. He gave him another smirk. "Bang, you are dead." Then he pulled the trigger.
Max lunged from his seat with a loud yell. His scar was flaring up and he had a terrible headache. Mary quickly came over to him. "Max what's wrong?" She asked. He looked up at her while holding the side of his head. "Uh nothing just a bad dream. Do you have any aspirin I could take, I have a bit of a headache." He said quickly changing the subject, he didn't want to think about his dream. No, not dream. Nightmare. He never had dreams, only nightmares. "Sure I'll be right back with some." She shuffled quickly towards where they kept the medical supplies.
Max leaned back and took a deep breath, he glanced to the side and saw people staring at him with questioning looks. Before long, Mary returned with some aspirin and a glass of water. He put the pills in his mouth and used the water to wash them down. 'Not as effective as painkillers but they'll help'. "Thanks." He said as he handed Mary the glass. "Are you alright?" She asked. "I'll be fine. How far are we from Miami?" He asked. "We should be landing in about half an hour." She Answered. "Good." He decided that he wasn't much of a fan of flying. "Do you need anything else?" Asked Mary. "No." Said Max. She smiled and headed towards the kitchen to wash the glass.
Max tried to relax a little but didn't plan on going back to sleep. He had no intentions of revisiting his nightmares. "Excuse me." Said a female voice. He looked over expecting to see Mary, instead the was different stewardess with a cart in front of her. "Would you like some coffee?" She asked. "Sure." He said. 'I never did get to finish my coffee last time.' He thought.
Authors Notes
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