Six Months

Thump Thump Thump Thump "X5-599, I've got a heart for you." Thump Thump Thump Thump "Fight them, Maxie. Promise me you'll fight them."

Thump Thump Thump Thump "X5-599, I've got a heart for you." Thump Thump Thump Thump "Fight them, Maxie. Promise me you'll fight them."

Max wept, her hands over her ears, trying desperately to block out the sounds of the heartbeat on the monitor and the voice in her head.

It had been six months, give or take a month, since she and Zack and their siblings had tried to take down Manticore. Six months since she was shot through the heart; six months since her big brother had given his life for her; six months of hell listening to the same heartbeat and hearing the same voice in her head. It was like some twisted version of Chinese water torture and Max was sure that she would slowly go mad if this kept up.

From behind the glass of the observation window a blonde woman in a crisp blue suit smiled sadistically. "It's time. Transfer her to Psy-Ops and begin reindoctrination."