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Welcome to The City. It's a city where the police officers work with superheroes and attempt to control the villains. But in this city, the civilians aren't perfectly happy with that. They don't like the idea of these "goddamn mutants" running around and being able to do whatever the hell they want. Sure, they'll cry out for them when they're in trouble, but when they're safe, their opinions change.

So when someone offers to get rid of them for once and for all, most people don't dare ask questions. As the heroes do, they decide to engage in civil negotiations with this man. Maybe some sort of arrangement can be come to. But someone in the "villainous" team gets inside information. It turns out that the other side doesn't intend on engaging in civil negotiation with the heroes- they intend on kidnapping them.

At first, the villains don't do anything, expecting the heroes to break themselves out of it. But then, that doesn't happen. Instead, they actually do get captured. A few escape. Some get recaptured.

One, however, does escape and goes into hiding. She hears whispers of villains, villains that are smart enough to stay out of the public eye. Smart enough not to get caught. She does some research and finds the name of one, one who has been known to offer themselves out as a mercenary, a master thief for hire. She decides to ask them for help... But can a hero and a villain ever really co-operate?

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The Villain | FC: Lynn Gunn | iCat

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The Hero | FC: Tay Jardine | xXxCryptic-AngelxXx

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Willow Rogers played by iCat
"the demons in the dark lie again."

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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At first, Max didn't look up at Willow. She didn't want her to see the sadness beginning to settle over her shoulders once more. Honestly, she should've known better. Even with alcohol in her system, she couldn't escape her grief. A light sob shook her shoulders, but she gulped the rest back, took a deep breath, and took Willow's hand accepting her help up. She smiled softly at Willow, attempting to return to her chipper self. The smirk on the woman's face helped a little. "Thanks," She said quietly, "But it wasn't the alcohol. I just..." She paused and rubbed the back of her head, her fingers catching in the dark strands of her hair. "I thought about Dinah." She walked over to the counter and hopped up on it using the space by the sink as a stool. "You know... I actually swore off drinking?"

"The last time I had gotten super shit faced, Dinah had taken me out. To this day, I don't even remember the reason, but I know it was to cheer me up. Maybe it's back when I figured out I wouldn't have the funds to go to medical school so I settled for lesser education, but anyway," She waved her hand as if swatting away a fly, "She had taken me to the gay bar downtown: Fragrance, because I-well... I swing both ways. Anyway, she knew guys tend to intimidate me sometimes--sometimes--so she figured girls would help. And at first it was a couple light drinks, but she paid the bartender to absolutely knock me on my ass." She laughed a little to herself at the memory. "And I was sooo far gone after that and I was sick as hell the next day. Swore off drinking. Well... until now apparently. But what I was thinking about was how... after that incident, it was really hard for her to get me to dance because I don't... really dance. But here I am, twirling in your kitchen and I thought "Just wait until I tell Dinah" and it hit me that-- that I can't. And the realization I guess knocked me on my ass." She finally looked at Willow, worried she looked as pathetic as she felt. "Graceful, huh?"

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at Willow. The woman was beautiful. In both the traditional sense and in her own ways. She may be a villain, and she may hate heroes, but she was... well good. She cared about other people. Hell, she cared about Max and she was practically a stranger. If she didn't, why was she in her apartment? She tilted her head back, attempting to avoid letting the tears fall and forced a smile. "Ugh, god. I must look so pathetic to you." Well... while she may be feeling her grief again, there was still no filter between her brain and her mouth. Great.

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#2018-05-14 14:01:06, as written by iCat
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow returned to the cooking as Max spoke, but kept watching her. She smiled a little at the story. She'd had friends do that when she was down, and similarly, she'd dragged her friends out when they were feeling sorry for themselves. She raised an eyebrow as Max mentioned that she swung both ways. She did too- a slight preference to women, but she had never been that picky.

She looked away when she started to see Max's eyes filling up. "No. You don't look pathetic. You're grieving. And that shit hurts," she said, reaching for her own drink and taking a mouthful out of it. And then she sighed, grabbing the defrosted chicken and starting to cut it.

"I lost my parents when I was eighteen. They were heroes. And they were everything heroes should be. There isn't many like them left around anymore. So they were out on a call. I... can't remember what it was. Somebody told me but I went into shock after the nurses told me... well, after they told me. But there was a good few heroes there. And something went wrong when my parents were in there. And... the others thought they had to make a choice. Who lives and who dies. If they'd just taken one goddamn minute to analyse the situation, they would have seen that they could have saved everyone. But those-" She forced herself to stop, take a breath, and calm down. "They didn't. They went off of their 'instincts'. They didn't even consider the situation for a moment, and my parents died. I... just shut down. I sat in my room, analysing and thinking and looking at the situation in as many ways as possible, and they should have saved them. It was in their best interests. But they didn't. And I went, and I told them this. I advised them to reconsider their strategies, offered to help. They all but laughed in my face. I asked for help, for support. Emotions had messed with my powers before. They refused. I had nothing. When I had myself locked in my room, overanalysing, overthinking, wrecking my head, I had nobody. Nobody came and let me cry or scream and shout. Nobody handed me a drink and told me it was going to be okay. And... I'm still a complete mess. I'm so goddamn angry about it." She looked up at Max. "Don't do that to yourself. If you need to cry, cry. If you need to break things, I'll divert your attention to the things I'm not attached to. But don't let it fester."

She downed the rest of her drink and made herself another while the chicken cooked in the pan. After a couple of minutes in silence, she smirked to herself. "You know, it's very likely you could have run into me at some point in Fragrance. I've dragged friends there on multiple occasions."

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max opened her mouth to argue that she was pathetic, but then Willow started to tell a story. As she listened, she swirled the rest of her drink and then finished it. She immediately wanted another, but decided it was probably best to wait a bit before consuming more. Probably best to eat first if Max was being honest with herself. While she wanted to drown her sorrows, she didn't want to lose complete control of herself. Willow's story broke her heart and sent waves of guilt through her. And sympathy. Not pity. Sympathy.

She didn't get to know her parents. She had spent her childhood in foster home after foster home. She never had anyone to ask about her parents. Who they were or what they did. Even when she asked she got different or vague answers. She couldn't imagine having them and losing them in an accident. Especially one that could've been prevented. Heroes weren't perfect. She had known her fair share of heroes who only did good things because they got good things from it. They're as good as villains really. But her parent's? They... sounded like Max. Not that Willow would see things that way. If...when she told Willow who she was... would she really hate her? Max hadn't lost family that she had spent time with and cared for. But she had lost friends. She had lost Dinah. And that pain... was already unbearable.

She moved silently off of her spot on the counter and made her way over to Willow who had just finished making another drink. And she did something she didn't think anyone had really done for her since her parent's died. She wrapped her up in her arms and hugged her tightly. She allowed herself to cry a little, but the hug was mainly for Willow. Willow was never allowed to work through her feelings with someone. Who let it fester into an infection of absolute loathing for the group of people responsible. Max squeezed a little in the hug. Not enough to hurt, but enough to convey just how absolutely sorry she was for Willow's pain. It wasn't something she had personally caused, but something she felt responsible for. As a hero. Not that she really was one anymore.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Willow," She whispered into her shoulder. "And for your pain. I know I didn't cause it... and I can't even imagine how it feels to lose your parents... but I still..." She wanted to explain. She wanted to tell Willow the truth. That she wasn't apologizing for herself but all heroes as well. For the heroes who probably hadn't apologized to the mourning little girl, but instead, acted as if it was business as usual. "I never knew my parents so mourning... mourning them was never something I needed to do, but if it's anything like this... If it hurt as much if not more than this... Than I'm sorry you ever had to go through that."

"People aren't perfect. No matter how much heroes try to be they're not, but they shouldn't have laughed at you. They should've listened and I'm sorry they didn't. Heroes should be better than that." Her tone darkened, but then she continued, her tone lighter, "I'm... here for you, okay? If you hadn't... If you hadn't been here for me from the start of this, I would probably be passed out somewhere in a ditch after getting so drunk I couldn't even remember my name." She released her and stepped back about two feet to give Willow some room. She didn't think the woman was one who liked to be touched. "So thank you," She smiled softly, a little sadly too, and then went back to work on the noodles and the sauce which were almost done.

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#2018-05-15 22:06:30, as written by iCat
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow wasn't usually a hugging person. But when Max hugged her, she found herself oddly close to tears, and found herself almost a little disappointed when Max stepped away. But her words had seemed to have come from the heart. She meant it. And Max didn't seem to harbour the same amount of spite and anger that Willow did, and she was glad to see that. Sometimes Willow worried if she was getting too angry. But then there was times when it was all that was powering her.

"Let's just pass out on the couch instead," she said in response to Max's comment about being passed out in a ditch somewhere, and raised her glass as she continued to stir the chicken around the pan. "I would offer to bring you out to get so drunk we don't have to think or be angry or sad, but I don't think it's totally safe to be doing that right now. So you're stuck with me for the evening. But we have alcohol and food, so at the end of the day, what more do we really need?" She remarked with a grin as she pressed on a piece of chicken with the spatula to see if it was cooked. Happy enough that it was, she emptied it into the sauce and left the pan in the sink.

"So. What do you want to do for the evening? Besides get ridiculously drunk, I mean."

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max found herself smirking as Willow suggested they pass out on the couch instead. She carefully pulled a noodle out of the pot with the spoon she was stirring with and tossed it at the nearest vertical surface, which turned out to be the fridge, to see if the pasta was finished cooking. The noodle stuck and Max grinned. Pasta was done. By the looks of the chicken it looked like dinner was just around the corner. She made her way over to the sink to drain the noodles before going back to the stove and putting the pot down long enough to dump the sauce into it. She accidentally poured too quickly and ended up splattering a bit of it on her shirt, face, and a little bit even on her skirt. She cursed colorfully and wiped at her shirt and skirt, but didn't realize there was any on her face.

Without much preamble, she turned and grinned at Willow. "Dinner time." She looked around the kitchen realizing she wasn't sure where the plates were and requested, "Think you could grab plates? And do you want to eat at the table..." she gestured towards the table in the room with a nod of her head. "Or the couch?" She stirred the contents together real quick to make sure everything was properly mixed.

"As for dinner entertainment, if we're planning on getting really shit faced, we could always play a game. It's called Truth or Drink. Kind of like truth or dare only... obviously you drink." She shrugged. "But are you really wanting that? Weren't you worried about abilities getting out of control? I mean I established it won't be a problem for me, but what about you?" Then she explained why she even wanted to play in the first place. "I figured it would be a good way for us to know each other a little better. I mean we are working together on this and you're letting me stay in your apartment.. you trusted me with your real name and your friend. And yet we still know very little about each other. What do you think?"

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#2018-05-16 22:37:48, as written by iCat
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


At Max's request, Willow produced two plates and retrieved the garlic bread from the oven, placing some on the edge of each plate. "You better retrieve that pasta from my fridge, young lady," she teased. "I will not have you throwing food around my kitchen." She stopped as she realised that Max had some sauce on her face. "You have a bit of sauce on your cheek." She said with a grin as she took a plate and brought it over to the couch.

"I know my limits. I have to get pretty freaking drunk before I lose control, and I don't plan on drinking quite that much. And yeah, that sounds good. Besides, you will still have no evidence that I am Spectre, so it's not like you can bring the police to my door," she added with a laugh and a wink. The alcohol was sitting comfortably in her own system. Just enough that she was starting to loosen up a little, but she was still in perfect control. She had plenty of time before she got so drunk she was at risk of losing control, which tended to be when she was close to blacking out anyway.

She honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd done this. Just made dinner and had drinks with somebody, and played dumb drinking games. Sure, she'd had friends around and they'd done similar things, but it was kinda different when it was a bunch of your work friends or your villain friends. This was nice. For a moment, it made her wish that she could just have a normal life for once. That this could be a frequent part of her life.

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max grinned broadly as she plucked the noodle from the side of the fridge. A part of her wanted to purr something along the lines of oh you won't will you? in response to her food throwing, but she knew that while Willow was allowing Max to stay there, eat there, and drink up her liquor, she was a guest. And she should behave as such. So instead she tossed the noodle into the trash, grabbed the pot of pasta and a dish towel and brought it over to the couch. She set the dish towel down first--as well as she could with one hand--and then placed the pot on top so that way it wouldn't heat the table and cause any damage.

Then she realized that Willow had carried her own plate over and went back to the kitchen to get her own. A nice warm slice of garlic bread was on top. She smiled at it and brought both the plate with the bread and her drink as well as a large serving spoon. She sat next to Willow on the couch and spooned a couple spoonfuls of pasta onto her place. Then, without much preamble, she dug in. She nearly moaned with pleasure at their combined dinner efforts. "Man we make a mean meal together." Then she realized she still had pasta sauce on her face and rubbed at her cheeks with the back of her hand, but she kept missing it. She figured her face was going to get messy anyway, so she decided to give it up. If it bothered Willow that much, she'd have to get it then.

She took a sip of her drink to wash down the pasta and said, "I guess the 'drink' part of the game will have to be from our own drinks, because something tells me, shots aren't going to be a thing tonight." She smirked, raising an eyebrow at Willow. She felt a little guilty for drinking the woman's alcohol. Some of this stuff probably wasn't cheap. She looked down at her glass. "Actually," She said, a little sadly, "We don't have to play if you don't want to. Honestly I shouldn't be drinking all your liquor. This shit gets expensive." She took another forkful of pasta and stuffed into her mouth without saying another word. She was trying to fight off the rising guilt. Man, she was too good of a person sometimes.

When she finished she did say, "If you do want to play, you should ask a question first. It is your apartment after all."

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#2018-05-19 23:21:41, as written by iCat
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow grinned as she started eating. The food was really good, and maybe that was just because she was hungry. Max kept missing the spot of sauce, and Willow just rolled her eyes with a smirk as she took a sip of her drink. And then Max started talking about the game they were planning on playing. She rolled her eyes again as Max said they didn't have to drink.

"Oh, please. I don't just want to sit here in silence on my laptop, we may as well have a few drinks while we're here. We don't have to do shots. And I'll just use the cheap alcohol, we'll be fine." She added with a wink as she cleaned over to get the spot of sauce off of Max's face. "We deserve a bit of fun, right?" She said, holding her a position for a few seconds with a smirk. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Willow really couldn't shake the feeling that if they'd met under any other circumstances, Willow would have been flirting a lot more.

"Okay. What's your ability? You seem pretty convinced it won't go out of control. I'm curious to know what it is," she asked, leaning back in her seat and continued eating. She needed to remain chill and composed. In reality, she was a little nervous about what could come out in this, especially as she got drunker and drunker. She was honest, and ideally, she wouldn't get drunk at all. But she had no idea what kind of questions Max was going to ask.

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max smirked as she watched Willow roll her eyes at her comments. When Willow reached over to wipe the sauce from her cheek, Max could swear her heart stopped for a second. When it continued, it beat forcefully in her chest. Her touch was light as it lingered for a moment and their eyes met. Max's eyes dipped down to Willow's lips for a split second and she looked away, her cheeks heating. Willow went back to her pasta and Max agreed quietly, "Yeah. Some fun..." Her cheek tingled from the touch. She tired her best to ignore it.

Max cleared her throat and brought another forkful of pasta up to her mouth just as Willow asked her question. If Max was being honest, that was the question she expected to get the most. In fact, she was almost surprised Willow hadn't already asked. But, Max finished her bite and said, "Supersonic Scream." She said it matter-of-factly as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "Which is why I said I don't lose control of it. But I can lose it. If I don't have a voice, I don't have a scream." She ate another bite of pasta, and this time, added a bite of garlic bread with it. "And I don't think your ability has anything to do with food but this bread..." She pointed at Willow with her bread. "Is magic."

She sat back against the couch, facing Willow and said, "I think that's a good question for you, too."

[[Ugh sorry it's so short.]]

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#2018-05-21 22:09:05, as written by iCat
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Supersonic Scream made sense, and explained why she couldn't lose control, but could lose the ability itself. It was an interesting one, something she'd never actually encountered. She'd never even ran into anything like it. It was an interesting concept, one she'd love to study if she ever got the chance. The physical waves, the properties of the waves themselves... it could be really interesting.

She laughed as Max complimented her garlic bread, shrugging. "Honestly, it's simple enough to make. I've been told the garlic is too strong, but I just tell those people tat they're actually just too weak," She said with a laugh. "And my ability is electrokinesis. The control, manipulation, and generation of electricity." She said. To demonstrate, she raised one hand and let arcs jump between her fingers. "I'm basically a human taser and power bank in one. It has its uses," she remarked with a shrug and a laugh.

She took a mouthful of pasta as she thought of her next question, trying to come up with something a little more... fun than that. Then she got an idea that totally sober her mightn't have said, but that the alcohol in her system encouraged her. "How much... luck have you had when it comes to Fragrance? And other gay bars," She asked, sitting back with a smirk as she sipped at her drink.

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max was growing attached to the sound of Willow's laughter. It was probably the purest sound she had ever heard from the woman. There was no sarcasm in it. No hatred. Just... amusement. Happiness even. Every time she heard it, a soft smile came to her face and she tried to contemplate ways to make her laugh some more. Apparently, the secret was saying dumb things. If that's all it took, she could accomplish her goal.

She sat up a little straighter as Willow demonstrated her power for Max. She had never really known a pure elementalist. Which sounds magic-y, but she was always told that those who could control the elements in their purest forms (a.k.a. Water, fire, earth, and air as well as their strongest subcategories of ice and energy) were known as elementalists. As far as Max knew, they were powerful abilities to have and way more impressive than the ability to scream at a sonic level. She could technically use it while she sang, too, but it took a lot of focus.

Max watched in awe as the sparks danced around Willow's fingers for a moment. "That's amazing," she said quietly. Then she looked up and made eye contact with the woman. That's when Willow decided to ask her next question. A question that had Max stammering--actually stammering--in surprise as she made her best attempt to answer. When that didn't work, she cleared her throat and laughed uncomfortably as she scratched at the back of her head. "I think it depends on what you mean by luck." She took a small sip of her drink. It wasn't that she was picking "drink" for their truth or drink... it was that she needed a bit more of the ol' liquid courage. It wasn't that Max was ashamed or even hiding her sexuality. It was just something that didn't come up very often in conversation.

"If by "luck" you mean getting a girl's number which turns into a lasting relationship? Honestly, not much. If you mean "luck" as in making out with a bunch of girls and possible one night stands. A few. Pretty much always when I've had too much to drink." Max's face was a deep red now and not from the alcohol in her system. "I'm very..." She cleared her throat again, "Promiscuous? When I've had too much to drink." She laid her head back against the couch and looked up at the ceiling. "Honestly, it's not that way with only girls. I just feel safer. Less likely to be...hurt. Women don't often do another woman dirty, you know?"

She looked at her glass a moment, and watched Willow out of the corner of her eye. Then she set the glass down on the table. She'll break from that for now. She took another forkful of pasta and shoved into her mouth, letting the carbs soak up some of the alcohol in her system. The thought a long moment. Honestly, she thought about asking Willow the same question, her curiosity getting the better of her. Instead, she decided to change it up a bit, "How many people have you been with?"

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#2018-05-28 13:16:46, as written by iCat
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow smiled at Max's reaction to her power, and then at her apparent shock at Willow's question. She kept eating her pasta as Max answered. Honestly, she understood it all. A one night stand, just making out with somebody... it was a lot easier to prevent getting hurt. Partners could break hearts. They also had a heart she could break. She wasn't prepared to let somebody that close. She wasn't going to risk her cover. And she sure as hell wasn't going to let herself get hurt when they inevitably walked away. Because who wants to date a master thief with a bounty on her head?

She raised her eyebrow at Max's question, smirking a little. "Well." She was embarrassed to say she actually wasn't sure. She wasn't ridiculously promiscuous, she couldn't actually remember the last time she'd been out like that. She'd been busy. But she also wasn't going to tell Max that. Instead, she downed about half of her remaining drink, enjoying the burn at the back of her throat.

"Biggest... mission you've ever pulled off. In terms of cash, jewels, anything like that," she asked. Willow herself had pulled off a huge bank heist about a year ago, one that had successfully pissed off many of the city's heroes, because she'd been long gone by the time they got there. That was what had really put the bounty on her head as she was declared to be "truly dangerous." And yet she hadn't even hurt anybody. Oh, the magic of spite.

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xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
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Max couldn't help but smile when she noticed Willow smiling at her. The woman just looked... not better because she was already beautiful, but it just made her more approachable. Max couldn't help but think how good of a hero Willow would've been if not for everything that had been done to her family. When Willow chose to drink instead of answer her question, Max's eyebrows shot straight up in surprise. "That many huh?" She asked as she twirled pasta noodles around her fork. "Or I could also say that few, but most people wouldn't choose to drink over a few." Max's mouth was running on its own again so she snapped it shut.

She was mostly finished with a forkful of pasta noodles when Willow asked her next question. One she hadn't been expecting and one she definitely couldn't answer. Max... was a poor excuse for a villain. Her heroic morals kept her from doing anything super wrong...such as grand theft... or grand larceny... pretty much any crime with grand or degree in front of it. Unless of course the latter was followed by medical, but Max didn't see that in her future. Not anymore. She took a deep breath and downed the rest of her drink. She figured that was sufficient enough considering there was enough alcohol in her whole drink to equal a shot.

Her face was heating up with the alcohol and she was beginning to edge into the zone somewhere between drunk and tipsy. Probably closer to drunk at this point and she needed to be careful. She tended to be brutally honest once she passed that point and that... could potentially be dangerous here. Max was surprised at just how cautious her thoughts were now. It had to have been Willow's question. Was she on to her?

No. The alcohol was making her paranoid.

She set the empty bowl of pasta down on the coffee table in front of them and leaned back into the pillows, her stomach full of pasta, bread, and alcohol. It was her turn to offer up a question and it took her probably longer than necessary to think of one. Max's mind went to a dark place for a moment. It was the fear she'd be caught coupled with the reason she was drinking in the first place. It made one question stand out the most in her mind... "What is your biggest fear?" She didn't ask it in a way that could be seen as a means to use it against her. Her voice was quiet and her gaze was far away as if she was able to see past the walls. Passed the city itself. For her fear... her biggest fear... was something she faced constantly, but one she never thought she'd truely witness until she did.

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#2018-06-10 18:47:22, as written by iCat
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


They talked for hours, late enough that Willow texted her boss to say she'd be working from home the following day. She'd drank too much and stayed up too late for her to be conducting any experiments or handling anything too expensive. She had reports to write and one of her supervising professors had roped her in to help her mark assignments, so she was going to have plenty so do anyway. She left Max on the couch. She didn't have the supplies to cook breakfast, but she made them both good strong coffee.

Honestly, Willow appreciated the time alone in her apartment. She got her reports finished, got her share of the assignments done, and even had time to do some reading and note-taking for her thesis. And, most importantly, she got some digging done on whatever happened to the heroes. At first, it was just trying to connect the dots, but it eventually became trying to find the dots. She'd hoped to find news on murders, on heroes gone missing. That was easier said than done. She'd invested in a whiteboard a while ago, but for the most part, it was blank. She had three or four confirmed disappearances and one murder. More heroes had gone quiet, but it wasn't like crime had suddenly become an epidemic and the media was crying out, asking where they were. She had a separate list of heroes that were still active, but who knew how many more there were that had just gone underground? She put down the whiteboard markers and went to make herself another strong coffee. It could be a long day.

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xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
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The night air was a cool kiss on the back of her neck as she watched the twinkling lights of her city below her. Her uniform, what once felt like a second skin, itched like it was foreign. Her Mockingbird uniform. Below her, she began to hear screams for help followed by blood-chilling laughter. Max practically dove from the rooftop as she went after the antagonists, the villains, who dared to plague her city. As she landed, she saw the perpetrator--no more than a shadow--disappear into a nearby apartment. Max's heart raced. She knew that apartment. It was Dinah's. She couldn't help but feel like something terrible was about to happen.

She raced up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and tripped on the top step. Her momentum sent her careening into the wall, causing her to momentarily see stars before she righted herself. She heard screams before she even made it to the correct hallway. When she got there the perpetrator had vanished, and in their place was a body, broken and bleeding. With soft blonde hair and staring blue eyes. Dinah.

Max blinked, horror overcoming her, and when she looked down at her hands, she saw they were covered in blood, a knife still clutched in her left hand. She dropped it with a gasp and looked around, she saw herself standing in the doorway staring in horror at the corpse of her best friend.
This is your fault, a voice whispered, you didn't stop them in time. Max felt dizzy, the room spinning around her until everything turned black.

Max bolted upright, her body soaked in sweat. It took her longer than it should have to come back to herself and to remember where she was. Her head was pounding and her mouth tasted like salt. Only then did she realize she had been crying. Crying because... She bolted from the couch, flying to the kitchen sink just in time for the contents of her stomach to forcefully leave her body. Her knees buckled at one point but she managed to hold herself up until she was finished. Glad the sink had been empty of dishes, She rinsed her mouth in the sink and went back to the couch. She laid down, attempting rest, but she knew it would be fruitless. The more she tried to sleep, the further she was from it and the more nauseous she felt.

She knew it was going to be a night spent in the bathroom. Both from the amount of alcohol she consumed during the day and the nightmare that still haunted her whenever she closed her eyes. She stumbled around in the dark until she managed to find the bathroom and spent the night with her head either in the toilet or pressed against the cold porcelain of the tub.

The next morning left her anxious and aching, her stomach precariously teetering between upset and sour. She was up and gone before Willow woke, but she had left a note saying that she was going to her apartment after her early music shop shift and she would be back. She didn't have a clinic shift for a few days as a chance for her to recuperate after the death of her friend. The bar gave her a week and a half off. They understood how hard it would be for her to be there, and they planned on closing for a few nights in honor of Dinah anyway. It wasn't so much that they thought she would enjoy the closing. In fact, it would've been the opposite. It was more that the woman was so loved, they couldn't bear being open the night she normally performed.

The music shop shift was uneventful and quiet, just as she thought it would and she made her way to her apartment to retrieve some clothes and toiletries. Not having a toothbrush that morning was incredibly awkward for her at work, but she figured stopping after work would be much easier than stopping before. It meant fewer questions and fewer things to lug around the city.

She had just zipped up her bag when she felt something in her apartment shift. Suddenly she wasn't alone. She held her breath and made her way behind her bedroom door to hide. She managed to type out a message to Willow [still Spectre in her contacts] but it probably made very little sense since she couldn't see her screen. She heard soft footfalls on the other side of the room and once they had entered far enough, she swung around the door, slammed it shut and ran. She managed to make it down the hall, down the stairs, and out the alley doorway before they caught up. Unfortunately, it was due to her fire escape. They landed in front of her, dressed in all black and solidly built.

"Who are you? What do you want?" She called out to them. Her eyes catching on an object they held in their hand. A syringe with a terrifying needle glimmering in the sunlight. Her heart stopped a moment, remembering Willow after that first night. They took that pause for fear and pressed forward. Max, however, had been waiting for it. She ducked out of the way, smashed her fist into their forearm so the needle went flying. Then she hooked her foot around the front of their shin and lifted her leg, pulling them off their feet and they went down.

She was about to run when she felt someone come up behind her and grab her from behind. She performed a few maneuvers and they released her. She turned to attack, but felt something sharp pierce her side. She gasped, but the pain only made her focus. She kicked them, hard, and then took off running down the alleyway. She heard a bang followed by pain in her thigh, but she kept running. There was only one place she needed to get to. One place that could help her without asking too many questions. Willow's apartment.

It was a bit of a blank up until she reached the front door of Willow's apartment. Max pounded like she had the devil on her heels. "Willow!? It's Max! Please let me in!" The room was starting to spin and her fingertips felt cold.

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#2018-06-13 20:36:53, as written by iCat
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow had just finished making her coffee when she got a text from Max. It was pretty incoherent, and she just shrugged, assuming it was a butt text. She'd sent one or two in her time. Mostly just to Winter and Poppy. Luckily enough, they could tell the difference between her texting in code or something, as opposed to her just butt-texting. But it gave her an idea. She texted some of her villainous friends, asking them if they had noticed any heroes that usually showed up, but didn't. As she waited for responses, she started googling missing persons cases. It was tedious work, just trying to find any common links.

She was nearly glad for the pounding at the door to distract her. She downed the rest of her coffee and stood up, freezing as she heard Max's voice. She nearly sprinted to the door, electricity already crackling around her free hand, ready to sucker punch whoever was chasing her. She pulled open the door, nearly dragged Max inside, and stepped out into the corridor, looking around her. Once she confirmed it was safe, she ducked back into the apartment and slammed the door behind her, before going to examine Max.

"Max, I need you to talk to me. Do I need to call an ambulance?" She asked, her hands gripping Max's shoulders to keep her present, to keep her here to talk to and to answer her. "You need to tell me what's wrong, okay?" She had some friends which could help if they needed to.

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
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Max was grabbed and dragged into the room by Willow and when she was left for Willow to check the hall, she was slumped against the wall, trying her hardest not to lean into it too much. She was starting to slide, though, as her injured leg was starting to give and the pain in her side was making it difficult for her to breathe too deeply. Being stabbed wasn't anything new but being shot was a whole different story.

Max had probably lost a good amount of blood on her way to Willow's but she had to get there. That was where she was the safest. At first, "Willow..." was all she could say, the cadence of her voice--that weakness--reminded her of the rooftop after she found Dinah and puked her guts into the trash can. When Willow said she needed to talk to her and tell her what was wrong, Max laughed deliriously and then hissed at the pull in her side. "I think I was shot." And she sank to the ground. She tried to keep her leg with the bullet hole from touching the nice clean floor of Willow's apartment. Thankfully she managed to keep her overnight bag with her.

Unfortunately, if Willow didn't stop the bleeding... she would die.

"Sorry... I'm bleeding on your floor..." she said with a hiss as whatever strength she had in he legs gave out and the back of her leg was touching the ground. "Oh... And I was stabbed..." She pulled back her jacket, revealing said wound.

"I hope now you understand... why it's so important to stop... the killing of heroes..." She laughed deliriously again. "All my friends are either dead or missing and Dinah..." A choked sob escaped her as the pain and grief mixed.

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#2018-06-15 00:31:41, as written by iCat
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


As Max said her name, the seriousness of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks. Her heart nearly stopped as Max showed her her injuries. "Shit. Shit shit shit fuck-" She muttered to herself, getting to her feet. She pulled off her shirt and screwed it up, trying to assess which injury was worse. Gunshots to the thigh could be very, very bad, but if she hadn't bled out by that point, it wasn't as bad as she could be. She pressed the t-shirt to Max's side and moved the girl's hand to press it. "You gotta keep as much pressure as you can on that, okay?" She ordered. She got to her feet, retrieving a blanket and her phone. Her mind was racing. The best thing to do was probably call an ambulance. But they might ask questions, questions Willow didn't want asked. Instead, she dialled out a different number, one which was answered almost straight away. "SOS. My apartment. Bring Winter and Poppy. ASAP." She nearly barked, her phone pressed between her jaw and shoulder as she started wrapping Max's leg with the blanket, tying it as tight as she could.

"I'm working on it, babe, you hear me? Got loads of stuff to tell you. But you gotta hold on for me, you hear? I've got help coming, they can fix you up. And backup. People that are gonna keep us safe." She told Max, keeping her voice calm. Suddenly, everything seemed a lot more real. It hadn't been a coincidence that she was attacked outside that bar. It was a targeted attack. It wasn't just the heroes any more. It was everyone who dared to be different. Her phone buzzed with a text. "Outside -H." She hit the buzzer to let them in.

"Come on, tell me a story. Or sing me a song. Something to stop me from freaking out, yeah?" She asked, reaching over to press down on Max's wound, keep as much pressure on it as possible."

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xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
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Max could read the worry in Willow's eyes like the words written on the page of a book, but something in her couldn't register it. Worry meant there was something to worry about, but Max just sat and tried to do as Willow requested. She was attempting to apply pressure to her thigh where the bullet hit. Whether it grazed her or went through she really couldn't tell. There was just so much blood. The room smelled of metal and her fingers were covered in the sticky, life-giving substance. It smelled like Dinah's apartment. Maybe Max was next.

A short laugh escaped her lips, sounding more like a sob as it raked against her throat. "It smells like Dinah's apartment." She said out loud, wanting to confide in Willow. Wanting to tell her everything, but she couldn't form a coherent enough thought to tell her. If Max was going to bleed out in Willow's apartment, she had to know the truth. Max wasn't a villain or at least she wasn't a very good one. She was a hero through and through and even the simplest of crimes bothered Max... unless they were really deserved... like when she helped a bunch of shelter animals about to be put down find homes... by setting them loose in the city. Ok, not quite loose. She opened their pens, herded them into vans and drove them to places she knew would take them in.

"I just wanted to help, Willow," She said, her voice cracking at the end. "I just wanted to stop this. I wanted my life back." When Willow placed pressure on her wounds, a gasp of pain followed by a sob erupted from her. She looked her new found friend in the eyes, "I just wanted to stop looking over my shoulder everytime I left my apartment." A tear rolled down her cheek. "You know?" She distantly heard people coming up the stairs. She distantly remembered Willow calling for help. Hopefully it wasn't an ambulance. While she loved the people she worked with, them treating her with kid gloves for a while and asking questions she couldn't answer wasn't something she wanted every time she went into work from this day on.

Her heart was pounding against her ribcage, each beat potentially pushing more and more blood from her body. She was shaking and the room..."Wil, it's so cold in here."

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#2018-06-17 00:59:55, as written by iCat
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


She could feel the blood on her hands now, and smell it, metallic and wrong. She didn't know what to say when Max remarked that it smelled like her friend's apartment, so she didn't say anything, just keeping the pressure as much as possible. Max started talking, talking about why she had done it, gotten in to all of this. Willow understood. Since she'd become a villain, she'd found a power, a confidence, that made people step back when she turned to confront them. She hadn't been afraid in so long. But now, for the first time, she was afraid again. "I know, babe. I know. We've all been there." She heard the door open- Winter was the only person who knew where she hid her spare key, so she didn't even look up. But when Poppy gently pulled her away, letting Harry in to deal with Max's injuries, she didn't resist.

"Bullet wound to the thigh and stab wound to the ribs. Don't think any organs were hit but she's already lost a lot of blood, she started complaining about being cold just before you came in," she said, her voice oddly calm and steady. Harry nodded, lifting away the blanket covering the stab wound. "I'm not gonna heal either of these fully, you need me here to keep an eye on you, okay? But we're gonna stop the bleeding," he said, using his best doctor voice on Max.

"Winter, stay here and keep an eye on the situation," Poppy ordered. "We're not expecting anyone so don't let anyone in." She pulled Willow into the bathroom to clean her up. "Christ, Will, what have you gotten yourself into now?" She asked, dabbing a smudge of blood off of her face. "Long story. I... I just wanted to help." She felt like crying but for some reason, no tears were coming.

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Max distantly knew there were more people in the apartment. She heard voices she hadn't heard before, but mostly, she heard Willow. She hadn't understood what Max meant, what she was trying to tell her. Max needed to tell her the truth before it was too late... before she died... A sudden panic flared in her chest. She didn't want to die. The thought echoed with every heartbeat. There was a surge of black around her vision and she knew it was coming. She gasped a sob and said, "Willow!" She didn't want to be alone for this. She didn't want to die alone in front of strangers.

Then there was a male's face in her view, concern in his eyes and a gentleness to his features. He said he wasn't going to heal her all the way. Just enough to stop the bleeding. In her delirium, the statement confused her. He acted like healing wouldn't take time. When he placed his hands on her gently, she didn't move. Wasn't sure what was happening, but she wasn't afraid of him. She just... it felt strange to be touched by someone you didn't know. She made an attempt at a mental note to keep the feeling in mind when helping patients at the clinic.

At first, there was pain. More pain than she had been feeling. She hissed, clenching her hand into a fist since no hand was there for her to squeeze. She understood now what he had meant. It was his ability to heal. Why only so far, Max didn't know, but she wasn't going to complain. If the man was a doctor--which Max can only assume he was some sort of medical professional with the gift to heal and Willow's trust--then he knew what was best for her. To distract herself a little, she forced out the words, "I wish I could do what you do." She meant being a doctor because she loved her ability, but honestly, if she could heal wounds like he could, maybe being a doctor wouldn't be so difficult for her to achieve? Though the thoughts were conflicting. To be a doctor meant schooling and schooling took money she didn't have. That was why. Not because she couldn't heal.

Those were the thoughts racing through her head as her wounds slowly healed. Her skin felt itchy where the skin was rapidly closing. The pain had subsided into a dull ache. She knew the wounds were still there, but smaller and the bleeding had stopped. Her pain, blood loss, the running, and the healing all took so much out of her that she immediately felt exhausted. All she wanted to do was sleep. Sleep... and have Willow there.

Max didn't understand it. The pull the woman had on her. She was a villain and only promised to help Max because she was going to pay her. Of course, it was still practically all the money she had to her name. Maybe it would all be worth it. To work with a woman who would've made an excellent hero. She has such a kind heart and cares for those closest to her. She has a passion for her work--whatever it is--and passion is so important in hero work. Max took a deep breath, her shoulders still shaking with the events of the past hour and a half. She leaned her head back against the wall, closing her eyes for only a moment, and said, "Thank you."

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#2018-06-21 23:00:30, as written by iCat
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow finished cleaning up as Poppy watched to make sure she was okay. She could hear Harry talking to Max, so she was guessing that it had worked. She exhaled a breath she hadn't realised she was holding. "That was too close, Poppy. They're coming for us now. I was drugged, and would probably be dead if Max hadn't appeared at the right time. Now this. We can't sit around and wait for them to get to us." Poppy sighed. "I know, Will. But not tonight. We'll start on that tomorrow, but you need to take tonight off." She said. "Now, go put a clean top on, and I'll get Winter to order some food. I'm massively craving Chinese takeout, so tough shit if you wanted anything else." Willow laughed, and Poppy smiled as she stepped back out into the kitchen. Willow headed back into her bedroom and pulled on a clean t-shirt.

All this was starting to feel a little overwhelming. A few hours ago, this was a job that had only really affected her in a strange, tangential kind of way. And then it had literally arrived in her kitchen, in the form of a bleeding friend. As afraid as she was, she was also determined. Determined to end this, no matter what. But Poppy was right. For now, she was in no fit state to do anything like that. Now, she wanted to eat Chinese take out and talk shit with her friends.

She headed back out into the kitchen. "Perfect timing, Will, we need your help moving your friend here to the couch," Harry said. Willow nodded. "Gonna grab you under the arms, Max, okay? Yell at me if I hurt you. I can't guarantee I'll be able to do anything about it, but it might make you feel better," she said.

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xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
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At this point, Max was coming in and out of consciousness. With the pain numbed down to a dull ache and her bloodloss ceased. She was exhausted and freezing. She wanted a few things now. A nap, a blanket, and--preferably--someone to cuddle with. In her post-panicked, bloodloss mind... she wanted Willow. She hadn't even known the girl for 72 hours and already Max felt such an attachment to her that she ran all the way here from that alley because she felt safe. Most importantly, she felt wanted. It was... an uncommon occurrence in Max's life. She was used to people practically leaving her behind. Well... most people except her foster parents. She still received birthday cards from them.

She heard Willow's laughter ring through the apartment and someone mentioned Chinese. Max quietly hoped that she wouldn't be expected to eat. With the metallic scent of blood in her nostrils, the nightmare the night before, and her near-death experience... her stomach didn't feel all that up to the concept of food.

She felt hands on her back as her body was being moved from the wall she was leaning against and she heard Willow talking in her ear. Her face was so close to Max's. In different circumstances, Max might've done something about it. Instead, her head just flopped forward as she was lifted from under her arms and was moved towards the couch. The movement pulled at the wound in her side, but she didn't have the energy to do anything more than to hiss. She was also too tired to register the fact that she might very well get blood on the couch from her clothes. Or her hands. Or anything at this point.

Her head slid back onto the pillow and her body sank into the cushions. She was as comfortable as she was ever going to be. She heard Willow start to move away and reached out, gripping tight to what she could reach. She wasn't dying, but she still didn't want to be alone and Willow was the most familiar. She was desperately clinging to consciousness, but it soon faded away.

[[Insert time jump of the things that happened while she was asleep. I'll have her wake up when the Chinese food gets there and we can go from there? Also, we've reached the discussed points of the RP. It's now your story so you lead from here on out. :) ]]

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#2018-06-23 21:58:11, as written by iCat
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


As Willow went to move away, Max grabbed her wrist, her grip tight. Willow knew what she meant and sat down beside the couch, close enough that she was within arm's reach if Max needed her for anything. She didn't know why the hell she cared so much, what made Max slot into Willow's life so effortlessly. Why she was willing to sit on the floor so she wouldn't be alone. Why she had felt like crying when she was hurt. She'd always liked people who were like her. Who were a little cold, a little sharp, a little harsh. Winter was all of those things, and he was her best friend. So why had Max, who was soft and warm and everything that would have made her roll her eyes if they'd met in any other situation, stuck?

Winter pulled over a kitchen chair and sat across from her."I know Poppy said you should take the night off, but I think we at least need to talk about this a little. Just talk, not do anything." He said, his voice low and calm. Willow nodded. "Two nights ago, I was attacked. Now Max. They're coming for us and fast," she said. "Not just you two. I had a close call a few nights ago as well, but I just managed to outrun them. Harry had guys coming to the hospital looking for him. Luckily a sharp-witted nurse guessed something was up and lied to their faces, despite seeing their guns. Poppy's the only one of us that hasn't been directly targeted."

"Who else do we know? Harry, my whiteboard is there, can you start adding to it? Just so we can see if there's any links," Willow said. Poppy shot her a look, and Willow rolled her eyes. "Tomorrow. We can start all that tomorrow."

They chatted for a while, compiling lists of names and facts. But, eventually, the food came, and they lost all thought of what they were doing. Willow stood up and gently shook Max's shoulder. "Hey, Max. You want some food, babe? It's Chinese, some of the best in the city," She said.

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The exhaustion kept Max down and nightmare free up until the ding of a doorbell jolted her awake followed by the smell of Chinese food assaulting her senses. Her body still ached and her mind was foggy, pulling her back beneath the blanket of slumber. That is until Willow gently shook her. Her eyes opened sluggishly and she wanted more than anything to roll over and go back to sleep, but when her eyes held Willow's, she changed her mind. There was so much concern there she wondered just how bad everything had been. Everything was so... fuzzy. Like trying to see your reflection in a steam covered mirror.

She yawned slightly, rubbing at her eyes with the palm of her hand. She stretched and allowed herself another moment to pull herself from sleep. Then what Willow had said when she woke her finally reached Max's brain and she began to process it. Food? Max allowed her body to react to the word. After the loss of blood, her body needed nutrients to make up for it, but her stomach... wasn't exactly thrilled with the prospect. She ran her fingers through her hair, only realizing a moment after that she was still covered in blood. Max nearly jumped to her feet, hissing as the movement pulled at her wounds. She probably opened one of them again, but it wouldn't bleed as heavily as last time if she had.

That was when her mind decided to take notice of the others in the room...watching her because the sleeping injured girl just shot up from the couch and offered no explanation. Instead, she turned to face Willow, her weight on her good leg. "Food is probably not-" Her stomach growled at the word. Oh make up your mind! She thought. "Food is fine." She finished, probably sounding like a moron. "I just... um..." Her eyes wandered the apartment, taking note of the damage she had left and suddenly felt guilty. "I'm covered in blood and... Oh, I'm sorry Willow is practically all over your apartment. I should wash up first though right?"

She needed to get away from the eyes. Watching, judging, wondering about what was in her head...what if they realized who she was? She had never been shy before. Never been so uncomfortable being center of attention. But here, surrounded by villains, weak, hungry, and filthy... she needed out.

She turned towards the direction of the bathroom, a room she was relieved to have found the night before when her nightmare left her sick the rest of the night. She went to take a step...and her leg gave out on her. She crashed to the ground, banging her arm on the coffee table, but otherwise uninjured. She hissed again as the movement jarred through her. She felt like crying. Embarrassment, guilt... she needed to get away. And she was stuck. A lamb before lions.

Where was this coming from? She had never seen Willow as a threat and Winter had been so kind before. Well... not that Max remembered many specifics considering she had been drinking most of the time Winter was there. Had she said something while she was disoriented? Is that why she was so afraid? Or was it that she worried the villains would figure she was a hero for being targeted? They could tell Willow and she would... never talk to Max again.

Max had never felt so lost. So unsure of what to do or where to go. She felt safe with Willow, but right now, with her mind messed up and paranoid... she felt nothing but panic.

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