Not Quite Dead -Taya Guevera
DISCLAIMER:
I don't own Dark Angel, any of it's characters or anything to do with the show. They're all property of the Powers That Be (and we all know who that is). So please don't sue me for using 'em!
PAIRINGS:
Truthfully, haven't decided yet since it's based around an original character, but we'll see how we go.
SETTING:
2021 - Non pulse affected Australia - then to the pulse affected US
SPOILERS:
Seriously doubt there are any seeing as the show's been off for a while now… ;)
PROLOGUE
I'm sitting in front of the television, happily eating my Lasange when a news bulletin stops the show that I was watching.
"What the hell? Put it back on you morons!"
As I sit and flick through all the channels, I realise that this isn't just a normal news bulletin. As I watch the images and listen to the reporter, I begin to feel myself tense up.
"Here in Seattle, hundreds of transgenics have barricaded themselves in the sector which is known to locals as Terminal City. These transgenics are believed that have escaped from a secret Government agency called Manticore. As you can see from the footage, these transgenics have, what can only be described as super human strength and reflexes. There has been an uneasy truce here since early this morning, but many fear that the violence will erupt again, and soon."
I turned it off. I didn't want to know. Well, that was a lie, but what could I say? I'm sitting here, in my own apartment, near the beach, chillin' by myself on a Friday night. Outside, it's a peaceful society, no pulse happenin' here, and everything's just peachy. I have a job, a place of my own, friends, hell, even a make up family. Why would I want to get involved in something that's happening way over in Seattle?
I look down at my food, and suddenly, I don't have the appetite for it anymore. I can always eat it some other time. I go into the kitchen and put it into the fridge. I look at my microwave and it says that the time is 12:45am. I'm not tired. So I grab my jacket and keys and decide to go for a ride to clear my head.
I choose the coastal road, because it's not that busy this time of night, and decide to let my bike have it's head. To feel the wind blowing through my hair at 200kph is great. It reminds me how free I am. And how free I want to stay.
Here in Australia, they don't know much about transgenics or Manticore. Hell, they're all so happy living their own lives that they probably wouldn't even care all that much. That's what I love about this place. From what I've read and been told, it's always been the same here. When the Pulse went off in America, Australia just kept chuggin' along at it's own pace, not paying anyone no mind. Just doin' their own thing. No wonder I ended up here.
I pull up to the lights and watch as cars with their owners go through them. Green, Amber, Red… it's all the same. A sports car pulls up next to me, and I glance, can't help it, their stereo is up so loud, and there's this awesome beat coming out of it. I listen to the words and smile at the irony of it.
"Freak…..Freak…I'm a freak…"
The guys in the car lean out their windows, whistle and try to make conversation. I smile at them and take off as soon as the lights turn green. If only they knew how right that song was. I may look Australian, I may sound Australian, but I'm not. I was born in the USA in 1999. In a secret Government Lab. I have brothers and sisters that aren't biologically my own, but our circumstances were the same. We became a family. We were raised to be the perfect soldiers. To be killing machines. Our DNA strands were messed up so we have different abilities than the regular Joe. It sets us apart, in more ways than one. Our mission, from the moment we were born, was to be the best of the best. To protect our country. We were made to be perfect. Our designation was X5. But one night in 2009, our mission changed.
I know that 12 of my brothers and sisters escaped. They told me that. When they realised the potential disaster that it created, they put me in a different area to the other X series, especially the remaining X5's. They didn't want anyone to know about me. I did what they wanted, pretended to be what they wanted me to be. After a while, I was cleared for deep cover missions. After my second one, I blazed. I got the hell out of Dodge. So what if the mission got postponed. At least I still made it. Why did I chose Perth? Well, it's about as far from Gillette, Wyoming as I could get.
I can hear you ask, why wouldn't you want to get involved in the going's on of Terminal City? They're your family. I'll break it down for you. It's quite simple. No one knows that I made it out. That night, when we were about to escape, I was the one carrying the gun, so Zack could help Max. I was the one how faced Lydecker in the corridor in front of my family. I was the one who knew that he wouldn't hurt one of his prized children. He knew it, and I knew it. But he couldn't risk it. I was the one who got shot in the chest in front of my family. To them, I'm dead. They don't know that I made it.
My designation is X5-766. My chosen name is Eva.