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Tweak says, "y'arr mateys"

Max Jordan | Mr. Hyde (tooth_breaker) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-13 19:09:00

Entry tags:

cinderella, mr. hyde

Who: Hannah and Max
What: Reunion and long overdue asskicking
Where: The lobby
When: Tonight at 10 o'clock
Warnings: Hannah is going to be so badass awesome that it might blind you. Proceed with caution. EDIT Max is also swearing a lot in his narration.

Man, this place was boring. He had been expecting some kind of explosion of zany fun from everything people said on the forums, but no. No, of course not. Because all the cool things happened online, and Max couldn't touch that damn forum. Not without Brian figuring it out, and that just couldn't happen. So he was stuck coming out at night, crawling around New York City and trying to find ways to entertain himself. And it was hard. He couldn't wear out his welcome with Vlad so soon, so he couldn't bother him every single night. But meeting up with him had reminded Max how boring life was without friends.

So that's how he ended up in the lobby of Bellum, randomly poking at people's mailboxes. He had already opened Brian's and found the mail inside. It was boring. He decided to look at the three letters and stuff one in his pocket while leaving the other two in the mail box. Maybe eventually Brian would find the third wadded up in the pocket of his jeans, but maybe not. Who knew? Max certainly didn't.

He was trying to get other mail boxes open, jiggling the hinges with a screw driver. Nothing was working. And he was still bored. With a sigh, he stuffed the screw driver in his pocket and leaned against the wall of mail boxes, pouting. Man, he wanted something to do. If only something could come along and just...make things exciting again.

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noglass_slipper
2010-06-14 04:12 am UTC (link)

She felt a surge of triumph beneath her fury, almost proud of the fact that she was holding her own against someone who could have easily overpowered her if he wanted to. When Max had known her she'd been weak and vulnerable, pathetically willing to cling to the first person who offered even a shred of kindness. But things had changed, and he was the pathetic one now, cringing against the mailboxes like the coward he was.

Hannah was so surprised at the childish idiocy of his answer that she actually laughed. It wasn't a pleasant sound, though, and suddenly she thought that what would really look better at the moment was her fist in his face. She wasn't an expert by any means, but those self-defense lessons with Luther coupled with some helpful Youtube videos meant she knew a thing or two about throwing a punch. Luckily he wasn't moving, nor was he expecting it, so he had the advantage there.

"Yeah?" She tilted her head to the side, beginning to back away as though she was giving him room to leave. "Funny how those things work." In a matter of seconds her fist was heading straight for his face, fueled by a bitter fury unlike anything she'd ever felt before.

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tooth_breaker
2010-06-14 04:20 am UTC (link)

When she backed up, he breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe she had finally seen reason. Maybe she would just leave him alone, and he could get the hell out of there while she was feeling generous. Primarily, Max hated pain. But secondarily, he didn't want to wake up with a bruise that Brian would have to explain. The less this guy knew, the better. And right now, he needed to get the hell away from this girl before she did something stupid.

"Well, life is pretty funny, and you know-" He never got to finish his thought. There was a fist in his face preventing that.

He let out an "oof" of pain as his head snapped backwards, slamming into the mailboxes behind him. The blow landed on his left cheek, just shy of his nose, and even then he could tell that it would leave a mark. Shit. He groaned, sinking slightly as his eyes rolled up to the ceiling. This bitch was pissed, and he had to get out of there before she did more damage to Brian's body.

"Okay," he said, taking a deep breath and straightening up. "I deserved that." He took a step to the side, trying to sneak around her. "And now that you've gotten it out of your system, we can just go back to not knowing each other, okay?" Maybe she'd see reason. Maybe she'd leave it alone.

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noglass_slipper
2010-06-14 05:04 am UTC (link)

It felt good, the feel of fist meeting flesh, and she barely even noticed the pain that came with the impact. It was the first time since high school that she'd hit someone, and even then it hadn't been motivated by quite the same thing. Then it was done to prove a point, but now... now it was payback. Revenge, even - but one hit wasn't enough, not compared to what he'd done to her.

Hannah watched him with narrowed eyes, on guard just in case he decided to strike back. Oh, damn right he deserved it; that and so much more. "We can go back to not knowing each other? Don't you think I wanted to do that, you complete bastard? I tried to forget, I tried to pretend you never existed - but I remembered every time I looked in the fucking mirror!" She was yelling now, so far beyond the realm of reason and rationale. "I'm going to walk away from this and pretend I never knew you, don't worry; but first I'm going to make you remember. Bruises fade with time, like mine did, but once you look at them long enough you always see them even when they're not there."

Something inside her snapped then, and she lunged forward with the intent of leaving as many bruises behind as possible. She hit, kicked and clawed at every inch of skin she could reach, using all her energy to cause as much pain as possible. "How - does - it - feel?" she screamed between blows, her breathing becoming hitched as her anger began to simmer. That was when she remembered the mace in her back pocket, and it was with clear intent that she slipped her thumb under the cover, aimed for his eyes, and sprayed.

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tooth_breaker
2010-06-14 05:22 am UTC (link)

The more she yelled, the more Max wanted to bolt. She was distracted, she was delirious, she was enraged. If he ran fast, he could beat her to the door and disappear. But why wasn't he running? It was like his feet were glued to the spot. Was this what his victims felt like? Because if so, it sucked. No wonder they were such whiners, he didn't want to be in this situation at all!

Her words were white noise, up until she said she was going to make him remember. His eyes widened, and his heart stopped. Bruises. Oh no. Oh shit. Oh fuck. She wasn't hurting him. She was hurting Brian. He would go to sleep and forget all of this. He could deal with the knowledge and the suffering. But Brian would wake up with a swollen face and bruises on his chest, and he'd never know why. He'd be in pain, all because this bitch couldn't just walk away.

It couldn't happen. Brian couldn't suffer for this.

When she lunged, Max tried to bolt, but found himself trapped by her attack. Immediately, he covered his face. He took knees to the gut, scratches across his arms, and blows to the ears. But he protected Brian's face, kept it safe from any cuts or further bruises. Everything in him drove him to ball up, to conceal, to protect. He barely heard her screaming, only focused on the sound of her limbs crashing into him.

Finally, she seemed to subside, and he lowered his arms just slightly. He looked up at her, chest rising and falling rapidly. "Okay," he sputtered, feeling his ribs ache. "Are you done yet?" That came out meaner than he had intended. And it was the worst thing to say.

He screeched as the mace hit his eyes, flailing backwards and slamming his head into the wall. "What the fuck?" he demanded, reaching up and wiping at his eyes with his shirt. The burning was horrible, something he never could have imagined, and he had to resist the urge to dig Brian's eyes out of their sockets with his fingernails.

Beneath the pain, he hoped that this was it. That she'd had her fill, and never bother Brian. Oh god, if she saw him. Max wiped frantically at his eyes, rocking back and forth with pain and worry. "You've got me!" he shouted, slamming his head back into the wall again. "You've fucking paid me back!" Heaving a breath, he forced his eyes open through the pain, staring at her blearily. "Don't you ever fucking talk to me again."

Though he was hunched pathetically, there was an edge in his face and the sudden tension in his muscles that brought back the predatory Max that had beaten her. For a few seconds, he wasn't pathetic and hunched, but dangerous again. His voice was harder than diamond as he spoke, breath shuddering in and out of his lungs. "This. Is it. You've had your fucking revenge. If you try it again, I won't make the mistake I did last time."

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noglass_slipper
2010-06-14 05:34 am UTC (link)

Hannah backed away the moment the spray of mace hit his eyes, watching him flail and curse with a grim sort of satisfaction. She wasn't quite capable of doing the same damage he had done, but this would do. He wouldn't forget this so easily, and she'd proved that she wasn't a scared little girl anymore. They were even, in a sick kind of way, and that was just fine with her.

"Don't you dare threaten me," she snapped, moving towards the elevator even as she spoke. "You think I even want to be near you ever again? Don't flatter yourself." She found the elevator button with her left hand and pressed it, still holding the mace in the other - just in case. It was only when the elevator arrived and she was half inside that she gathered her courage and spoke again.

"But if you so much as lay a hand on anyone in this building, I'll make sure you're the next one they lock up in the basement." She refused to meet his gaze as the elevator doors slid shut, and only when it started moving did she lean against the wall to support herself, head buried in her hands.

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tooth_breaker
2010-06-14 05:45 am UTC (link)

When she finally left, Max slumped to the ground, finally letting his body collapse into a puddle of skin and pain. He could feel the bruises forming, and her threats were equally painful. After all, she wouldn't be just going after him. He was a two-for-one, and the one was innocent. This had to just go away.

After a few minutes of laying on the ground, trying to pull himself together, he finally managed to stand and lumber towards the stairs. Not daring to touch the elevator, he began to climb, hunched over with pain as he went. Every step was agony, but he finally reached the third floor and stumbled into Brian's apartment.

He tore open the freezer and made a makeshift icepack. The most important thing was the face. He swaggered over to the bed and collapsed on it, pressing the icepack to his left cheek and closing his eyes. They burned, but he had to keep this icepack on. He couldn't be bothered by washing his eyes out when the burning would just fade in a few hours. Brian would never feel it. But if he didn't keep this ice on, the bruise would be bigger, and Brian would feel that.

Max wasn't sure how long he stayed conscious. An hour? Two? His eyes still burned like hot coals when he finally fell asleep, and his last thought was clinging to the hope that this icepack could keep the swelling down.

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