Part 1. Memories.
The room was dark and moderately comfortable.
She could see the full moon, its rays filtering in through the skylight in
the hall. It was the best way to keep track of time. Three times she had
seen it. Three months gone by. Three months in prison. Three months in
hell.
It was late and she was sleepy, but she would not sleep. She hadn't since
her imprisonment.
Sometimes, when she needed to, she would 'float.' Drifting somewhere in
between dreaming and waking. There she was safe, she could remember.
Images of people and places, voices and the sounds of her old life.
Things that she wanted to remember.
Ben, Tinga lying dead in her arms, Eva being shot.
Some things she wanted to forget.
I remember the time I knew what happiness was, let the memory live again
-Memory, from the musical 'Cats' Sometimes, at night she would lie there on the bed or on the floor and remember the poem Logan had written about her.
Forever eyes. Dark. Somebody's angel... She wasn't anybody's angel in here. Not a dark angel or a guardian angel. Here she was a fallen angel. She smiled to herself, remembering a 'best friends' rhyme.
Of all the friends I've ever met, You're the one I won't forget, And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you, I'll give the angels back their wings, And risk the loss of everything. How many times had she chanted that with her best friend? She recalled her childhood best friend, Buffy. Max could almost see her, bright blonde hair and vivid blue eyes. Not unlike Logan's. Buffy was a Vampire Slayer, she'd found out when they were sixteen.
One girl in all the world, a Chosen One. One born with the strength and skill, to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil... Not long after Buffy had been kicked out of school for burning down the gym. After that Buffy's mom, Joyce, had settled her divorce and moved Buffy and her little sister, Dawn, to a small town, about three and a half hours out of Los Angeles. At that point Max had missed her dreadfully and bailed on the city too, moving away to New York for a while. She hadn't really settled anywhere, until Seattle called. So she answered, going to the home she had never known, not realizing that once she was there she'd never want to leave. She thought of her friends, Original Cindy, Kendra, Sketchy, Herbal, hell she even missed Normal. As for Logan... They'd never even been together. Sure they'd at least told each other how they felt, but would that be enough? What if he moved on and forgot her? Then she would have spent all of this time planning her escape for nothing, or at least, not as much as she had counted on. But that wasn't the right way to think. Logan was the faithful type. She'd get out of here. And when she did Logan would be waiting for her. Slowly she sat up moving so that her back was against the wall. She ran through some of her favorite memories of the two of them. Their first kiss, playing pool at Cape Haven, seeing him standing, kissing him, helping him, watching him typing away at his computer, desperately trying to save their broken world, and watching him, on those rare occasions when she stopped by simply to watch him sleep. Maybe she really was his guardian angel.
I remember the time I knew what happiness was, let the memory live again
-Memory, from the musical 'Cats' Sometimes, at night she would lie there on the bed or on the floor and remember the poem Logan had written about her.
Forever eyes. Dark. Somebody's angel... She wasn't anybody's angel in here. Not a dark angel or a guardian angel. Here she was a fallen angel. She smiled to herself, remembering a 'best friends' rhyme.
Of all the friends I've ever met, You're the one I won't forget, And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you, I'll give the angels back their wings, And risk the loss of everything. How many times had she chanted that with her best friend? She recalled her childhood best friend, Buffy. Max could almost see her, bright blonde hair and vivid blue eyes. Not unlike Logan's. Buffy was a Vampire Slayer, she'd found out when they were sixteen.
One girl in all the world, a Chosen One. One born with the strength and skill, to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil... Not long after Buffy had been kicked out of school for burning down the gym. After that Buffy's mom, Joyce, had settled her divorce and moved Buffy and her little sister, Dawn, to a small town, about three and a half hours out of Los Angeles. At that point Max had missed her dreadfully and bailed on the city too, moving away to New York for a while. She hadn't really settled anywhere, until Seattle called. So she answered, going to the home she had never known, not realizing that once she was there she'd never want to leave. She thought of her friends, Original Cindy, Kendra, Sketchy, Herbal, hell she even missed Normal. As for Logan... They'd never even been together. Sure they'd at least told each other how they felt, but would that be enough? What if he moved on and forgot her? Then she would have spent all of this time planning her escape for nothing, or at least, not as much as she had counted on. But that wasn't the right way to think. Logan was the faithful type. She'd get out of here. And when she did Logan would be waiting for her. Slowly she sat up moving so that her back was against the wall. She ran through some of her favorite memories of the two of them. Their first kiss, playing pool at Cape Haven, seeing him standing, kissing him, helping him, watching him typing away at his computer, desperately trying to save their broken world, and watching him, on those rare occasions when she stopped by simply to watch him sleep. Maybe she really was his guardian angel.