10-10-2013?12:30AM
Left behind...
The room was dark, gloomy, and almost painfully recognizable upon the birth of his eyes from lids and a few blinks to wash away the blurriness. A hand moved to swipe at his face, but was halted at the wrist by the almost gut-wrenching sound of metal on metal. ?You?re up,? a voice said from across the room, causing Max?s head to jerk in that direction. He could make out a figure, and the slight gleam of light reflecting in the white of a single eye. The voice was what gave him away, one that he?d never forget. Both hands gripped the metal sides of the bed he was cuffed to, and he worked himself into a sitting position, grunting as a sharp pain ran through his side. ?Relax,? he chuckled. ?You?re going to be staying a while, may as well stay comfortable??
?Where?s June?? he hissed bitterly, giving a defiant yank to both cuffs. Memories of the night he was captured were fuzzy, but he could clearly remember tearing away her necklace. How had he survived June, let alone the gunshot?
?I?ve been waiting for you to wake up so that I could ask you the same question,? Reynolds said, raising to his feet and stalking over toward the bed. ??that thing killed every one of my men,? he hissed, bending down into the faint light coming off the monitor and glowered at him with a single eye, the other swollen shut with a gruesome wound cutting over it, tarnishing that infamous snake tattoo.
The smile that twitched at the corner of Max?s mouth couldn?t be fought, he leaned back in the bed and turned those eyes away thoughtfully. ?Good girl??
She didn?t get caught? She?s okay?
And for the first time since he woke up, he felt as if he could finally breathe. It didn?t matter what Reynolds did to him, his daughter was safe. That was all that mattered to him.
The peace was disrupted by the slap of Reynolds? palm to the metal bar, ?Where the hell is the monster, Prescott? I know you know where it is!?
?I would tell you, I really would?? Max softened some and looked over at him. ??if I knew any monsters, I would tell you exactly where they were,? he assured him with a smile. ??but I don?t. Sorry,? with a halfhearted shrug, and got back to relaxing there the best he could.
?Okay, when you?re ready to decide you don?t want to rot in here, you just let me know, Prescott,? he said, jaw clenching as his knuckles whited out from squeezing the bar of the bedside before turning toward the door. ?For now, you?ll just take its place??
As Reynolds started out, he sat up some and turned toward him. ?Reynolds. Wait,? he finally said, watching as the man turned toward him with interest. ?I just wanted to say? June?s not a monster,? firm, unrelenting. ??she won?t be unless people like you make her into one,? he hissed. ?She?s a child, who likes to paint with blue, cries at the happy parts of movies, and laughs whenever someone hiccups.?
?That thing knows nothing but how to kill,? Reynolds responded with a glare. ??and by protecting her, you?re putting countless people at risk.?
?That girl is more human than you will ever be?? Max responded, waving him off and laying back against the bed a final time. ?Obsessive people like you deserve to be locked up?not her.?
Left behind...
The room was dark, gloomy, and almost painfully recognizable upon the birth of his eyes from lids and a few blinks to wash away the blurriness. A hand moved to swipe at his face, but was halted at the wrist by the almost gut-wrenching sound of metal on metal. ?You?re up,? a voice said from across the room, causing Max?s head to jerk in that direction. He could make out a figure, and the slight gleam of light reflecting in the white of a single eye. The voice was what gave him away, one that he?d never forget. Both hands gripped the metal sides of the bed he was cuffed to, and he worked himself into a sitting position, grunting as a sharp pain ran through his side. ?Relax,? he chuckled. ?You?re going to be staying a while, may as well stay comfortable??
?Where?s June?? he hissed bitterly, giving a defiant yank to both cuffs. Memories of the night he was captured were fuzzy, but he could clearly remember tearing away her necklace. How had he survived June, let alone the gunshot?
?I?ve been waiting for you to wake up so that I could ask you the same question,? Reynolds said, raising to his feet and stalking over toward the bed. ??that thing killed every one of my men,? he hissed, bending down into the faint light coming off the monitor and glowered at him with a single eye, the other swollen shut with a gruesome wound cutting over it, tarnishing that infamous snake tattoo.
The smile that twitched at the corner of Max?s mouth couldn?t be fought, he leaned back in the bed and turned those eyes away thoughtfully. ?Good girl??
She didn?t get caught? She?s okay?
And for the first time since he woke up, he felt as if he could finally breathe. It didn?t matter what Reynolds did to him, his daughter was safe. That was all that mattered to him.
The peace was disrupted by the slap of Reynolds? palm to the metal bar, ?Where the hell is the monster, Prescott? I know you know where it is!?
?I would tell you, I really would?? Max softened some and looked over at him. ??if I knew any monsters, I would tell you exactly where they were,? he assured him with a smile. ??but I don?t. Sorry,? with a halfhearted shrug, and got back to relaxing there the best he could.
?Okay, when you?re ready to decide you don?t want to rot in here, you just let me know, Prescott,? he said, jaw clenching as his knuckles whited out from squeezing the bar of the bedside before turning toward the door. ?For now, you?ll just take its place??
As Reynolds started out, he sat up some and turned toward him. ?Reynolds. Wait,? he finally said, watching as the man turned toward him with interest. ?I just wanted to say? June?s not a monster,? firm, unrelenting. ??she won?t be unless people like you make her into one,? he hissed. ?She?s a child, who likes to paint with blue, cries at the happy parts of movies, and laughs whenever someone hiccups.?
?That thing knows nothing but how to kill,? Reynolds responded with a glare. ??and by protecting her, you?re putting countless people at risk.?
?That girl is more human than you will ever be?? Max responded, waving him off and laying back against the bed a final time. ?Obsessive people like you deserve to be locked up?not her.?