3 -- 2 Weeks Later Max stood, her feet firmly planted on the ground, surveying the scene. Two of the guards were lying in piles of gravel next to the chain link fence in front of her. The other two were standing straight in front of her, waiting to make their move. She was surprised that they hadn't run off, or called for backup or something, especially after she had taken out half of their little patrol group. "So who's next?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. A tall, muscular man took a step forward, flashing a cocky grin. He obviously thought that he could actually hurt her. Max had to swallow hard to keep from laughing. This guy was pathetic. Muscle guy lunged forward, swinging a balled-up fist at Max's face. She caught his hand in mid-air, wrenching his arm backwards, feeling his tendons almost snapping under his thick, leathery skin. He collapsed to the ground, crying out in pain, then struggled to get up, just as the second guard ran for her, catching her off guard and knocking her down. Max moved quickly, flinging him easily off of her, and elbowing him hard in the face. She spun around quickly, kicking the other guard in the ribs just as he regained his balance. Angling her foot upward, Max extended her leg, nailing him again, this time in the face, then delivering an uppercut and sending him flying into the fence behind them. The turned around quickly, and noticed the remaining guard standing behind her ready to attack. Max clenched her fist, drew back her arm, and drove it straight into his face. Bright red blood flowed from his nose as he stumbled backwards, crashing into the fence. "No one messes with me." Max said coldly, mounting her motorcycle and riding off into the darkness. *** Xandra's P.O.V. It's raining. Figures. It's Seattle, duh. It ALWAYS rains here. Doesn't matter what season it is, it always rains. It's actually cold enough outside for me to notice it. And I've been shaking since I got home. It's really weird. But I don't feel cold, even though I'm soaked. This is wrong. Something's wrong with me. *** The dented, metal door of Zack's apartment swung forcefully open, and Xandra stumbled clumsily in. Her glorious blonde hair hung in long, rat-like clumps on the sides of her head, and her clothes were drenched beyond belief. Her legs wobbled under her weight, and she was shaking so violently that she almost collapsed once inside the doorway. "Oh my god!" Zack exclaimed when he entered the room, running quickly over to see what was wrong. "What happened?" he asked surprised, grabbing her shoulders, trying to keep her steady. Xandra's teeth chattered, "I-I don't kn-know." she answered, falling onto her knees on the hard, tile floor. Zack recognized the signs of a seizure when he saw them, this one was bad. Xandra hadn't ever had one before, and something this strong could easily kill her. "Why'd you come here?" he asked her, holding her head up so she wouldn't hurt herself. "C-couldn't let th-them see me like th-th-this." She managed to choke out, clawing and the floor. She snapped her eyes shut; trying to make the pain and shaking go away. It wouldn't. Zack raced into the next room, rummaging as fast as he could through his dresser, throwing things behind him as he went. He opened the third wooden drawer, and grabbed the small, white bottle. It was labeled in big, bold lettering: Tryptophane. He opened the cap and peered inside. Two pills. Only two left. God, he hoped that would be enough. He knelt down beside Xandra, brought her head up and poured the contents of the bottle from his hand into her mouth, and washed it down with what water he could get out of the faucet. Xandra swallowed hard, trying to get the pills down with as little pain as possible. God, it hurt so much. She laid her head back down, closing her eyes as tight as she could. Zack kept his hands around her head, holding down so she wouldn't bang it against the floor. She was shaking much worse by now, every muscle in her body seemed to tighten at the same time, tying themselves up in knots, it was too much pain. Xandra's breathing ceased. No, Zack thought, no you're not going to die. He felt her pulse, which was barely there. He couldn't have given her an overdose of Tryptophane, there were only two pills left, he and Max usually had to take much more to stop the seizures. She still wasn't breathing. No! He thought angrily, I won't let you die. He put his head on her chest, trying as hard as he could to hear her heartbeat. Xandra inhaled a lungful of air, gasping. Zack raised his head, staring in disbelief at her. She was alive. She was going to be okay. He brought her up into his arms, hugging her. "Zack what the hell? What happened?" she asked him confusedly. "Seizure," he said softly, not letting go of her, "Have to get you Tryptophane tomorrow." Xandra mumbled something Zack didn't quite hear or understand, and fell asleep. ~ Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. (Except for Xandra Morris, who I will lend to you if you ask me.) The other characters belong to FOX, James Cameron, etc. Author's Note: If you'd like me to add a character, please specify what they should be like. Etc.