The way of the chosen one

by Ankari 238

When Terminal City gets attacked, Max's people manage to catch one of the familiars. He offers Max to make a deal, but can she trust him? Chapter 3 Bad awakening is up! Maxs searching the nocturnal Terminal City for intruders. Please R&R!

1. The calm before the storm

Fandom:Dark Angel

Titel:The way of the chosen one (OT: Der Weg der Außerwählten)

Autor:Ankari 238

Spoiler:This is kind of my third season.

Disclaimer:I don't make money with this I just write because I like to.

Summary:When Terminal City gets attaced, Maxs people manage to catch one of the familiars. He offers Max a to make a deal, but can she trust him?

Comment:This is the english version of a German story of mine. I hope my English is not too bad and this is quite readable. I'm so nervous about posting my first English fanfiction so please review and tell me what you think about it!

THE WAY OF THE CHOSEN ONE

by Ankari 238

1 THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

Darkness had lowered over the city like a black cloth. Complete night, which was only broken through by dim light coming from a few single windows and some street lamps throwing pale lost seeming isles of light between the shadows of the night. The streets were empty in this quiet part of the city and everything lay in a perfect silence you don't find too often in a city like Seattle. The louder appeared the slight rush of the wind, which roamed around the houses like a ghost. But in this dark night with hardly any moon – a few hours before sunrise - no one was on the streets who could hear it.

High above the city a young women's dark silhouette jutted out of the shadows of the Space Needle. She stood at the edge of the platform and looked down on the sleeping city. Her long dark hair blew in the wind and made her look even more like a shape from another world which came to watch over the city and it's inhabitants in this dark night.

Max Guevara had come here once more to think about some things in peace. She knew what a huge risk she was taking through this – Seattle wasn't the secure place it once had been no more. At the latest since their existence had been exposed during the incident at Jam Pony, Transgenics couldn't walk on the streets of Seattle without fearing for their lives anymore.

Nevertheless Seattle had especially lately more than any time before become her home. Not only because here she met Logan, Cindy, Sketchy, Kendra, Herbal and many other people, without which she couldn't imagine her life anymore and here she really lived as a free person for the first time; but also because here she had finally met her remained siblings again, which came to Terminal City to back her up.

But here in this city had also taken place the one event, which changed the lives of herself and all those who where like her enormously and irrevocable: Since the hostage taking at Jam Pony everybody in this city knew about the existence of the transgenic soldiers. And not all of them were too glad to hear about the little nation living among them unrecognized – to be exactly most of them were highly afraid of their genetically enhanced neighbors, because those were superior to them in more than one way, and declined them. What's more they saw the Transgenics as freaks – not worthy to live and without rights. The initially fear had fast

developed into hate.

And though they – the Transgenics – hadn't chosen this kind of life, they had to live with the consequences: They were hunted by the ordinaries and there were a lot of gangs, whose only activity all day was to find and attack them. Every single day was a sole fight to survive.

Three months had already passed now. But it would last a lot more time until the ordinaries would finally accept them or at least stop fighting them. But how goes the saying? – You get used to everything. The people would someday get used to the new situation and then they would hopefully be able to live with the ordinary citizens in peace in the end.

"In case they were still existing then!" the young woman though bitterly. Something terrible was going to happen soon! And she – Max Guevara had to prevent it. Although she neither knew what the coming – how the members of the snake cult called the dreadful event – was, nor how she could stop it. The only hint they had was an old prophecy, which had appeared on her skin as strange runes a few weeks ago: "When the shroud of death covers the face of the earth, the one whose power is hidden will deliver the helpless."

Logan was firmly convinced that she was meant by the prophecy. She should save mankind? The mankind, which tried to kill her and all Transgenics every day? And Max Guevara, the leader of them, was put on the very top of their spot. The people dug their own grave and Max couldn't imagine that anything could stop them from doing this. Somebody had to save humanity – not only from White and the snake cult, but also from themselves.

But no matter what would be happening, there was one thing Max knew for sure: she would never allow White and his comrades to reach their aim, whatever it was exactly.

The sun slowly rose, but in Seattle there was still silence. From her location on the Space Needle Max looked down on the lights of the city. Everything seemed quiet and peaceful, but she already felt that the coming was about to come as she had felt White and the phalanx approach during the siege at Jam Pony. It was the calm before the storm and all the people in Seattle and all over the world didn't have a premonition of the impending danger.

Well that was the first part of my fanfiction. Theres not much about the plot yet, but I'd love to know how you liked it so far! How I already told you above English's not my first language, so I assume there actually are some mistakes (I hope they're not too much). So I beg you to review and tell me the mistakes, so I can improve.