A Glimpse of light through the night Chapter 1: Prologue, a dark angel fanfic

A Glimpse of light through the night by Dark Blaze (2003)

Timeline: Takes place right after 'Hello, Goodbye'.

Summary: Three weeks after leaving Logan and Seattle behind, Max comes back to find things have changed and Logan has gone missing.

Disclaimer: Dark Angel and its characters are copyright 2000-2002 Twentieth Century Fox Studios and James Cameron and Charles Eglee. The original fiction and additional characters noted here are copyright 2003 Dark Blaze.

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PROLOGUE

Max lay in the darkness of the Space Needle, listening to her heart beat heavily.

The rain poured on the city in heavy, drenching waves. The light of the sun was just beginning to start falling from the sky to the distant surroundings.

She looked out over the dark city catching glimpses of the life from below in the flashes of lightning, trying to pretend to be one amongst them, without a dark past, the danger and the pain that came with it.

Every time the thunder roared somewhere in the distance, her head throbbed but it wasn't from the noise. The rain showered her soaking her clothes, but she ignored it, remaining concentrated on her thoughts.

She pulled her knees up into her chest and put her head down, tears filling her eyes and falling heavily as the rain.

Whenever Max hopped on her Ninja and blazed through the streets of Seattle, she felt all her worries and fears drift to the very back of her mind, losing their importance and power over her during the ride, even if for a small amount of time. She became lost in the feel of the wind whipping past her, the hum of the engine beneath her and the sensations she got from her baby. While she was on her bike she was free, unrestricted, boundless, and nothing bad in her life could touch her. Not while she was in flight, something she had mastered with her baby, making it truly fly.

Today might not have been any different from any other day; she might have been able to hop on her bike and instantly feel everything else apart from her and her Ninja disappear.

Today might have been like any other casual day, if the thoughts of Logan weren't so heavy in her mind, that she couldn't push them aside with the aid of her Ninja.

As it was, the ride to Space Needle went a little slower than usual. Her mind however went ten times faster, flooded with endless thoughts accompanied by questions she couldn't answer. She didn't need to think about where she was heading; only two other places could offer the peace of mind she needed desperately right then and there, but she could only go to one now, for she had made sure the other was ever out of reach.

Max arrived after a while to the base of Space Needle and just sat on her bike staring up towards the huge construction. Her eyes burning with the tears she was forcing away. Her soul in constant turmoil over the decision she had no choice in making, but hurt her to her very core.

Gradually, she began ascending to the top of the Space Needle, ignoring the warnings of a soon to come bad weather.

Her heart was pounding but not from the effort she put into climbing, but from genuine hurt, feelings that her own personal anti-Christ and her C.O. would have hated to see existed in her, they would call them a weakness; a true soldier stood against opposition without emotions as they are a weakness.

The truth was, her so-called weaknesses were in fact her strength. In her veins flew emotions that filled her heart, emotions a year ago she would never had imagined existed, emotions that would have never existed if not for one man.

Thanks to a man she was the woman she had become. 'The only man.' She thought. He was the only man for her as far as she was concerned, the only man in the entire universe. Now she had pushed this man away, forcing herself to not look back.

The decision had been hers alone, left with no other choice, but by pushing away that man, she pushed away her strength.

She stared ahead, looking through the now pouring down weather, trying to find answers to her own questions, questions she dared not answer.

The wind was cool and the air was damp, bringing a liberating scent to coat the surroundings. She smiled as she felt the wind soar through her hair and whip it back, but then the smile would fade as she would fall in her thoughts again.

Three weeks ago she had left the place she had chosen as her home, the man she considered her home, everything that was now a big part of her life, even if for a while. She desperately needed time to think and for that to have any effect, she needed to be alone for the duration of that time.

She had packed some of her clothes in a duffel bag, took some money she had stashed, her pick locking skills as well as the tools for her bike just in case.

That was a few days after she had told the dreaded words to the man who she trusted unconditionally with her life and her heart. Her actions may have broken their hearts in pieces that would never be able to mend; if hearts could shatter, Max was definitely experiencing the feel of that happening.

Shutting off her pager, she explained the situation to Original Cindy, avoiding looking at her out of fear of falling apart. A genetically engineered killing machine – turned into what she was now. She had no idea where she was going to go, or for how long, but she knew she had to, to sort her feelings and to rearrange her thoughts.

After hugging for a long time, they let go and Max feigning a smile lowered her head whilst pushing her bike out of the apartment. She knew she wasn't leaving for ever, but she couldn't stop feeling being torn apart leaving.

That was three weeks ago, three weeks away from everything and everyone she knew, spending the time in Portland far away, but still not far enough to make her troubled mind relax. Now, she was back to her home, but it didn't feel like home when she was heading to her and Original Cindy's apartment – no, her home was where he was, she knew that now.

From all the crying she was going through, the minutes felt like hours and she was as close to sleep as she would get in a long time to come.

Her dreams, her nightmares, when they would reach a worrying point, she would find herself rescued by a man with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen and was sure she would never see in anyone else. She could find herself drowning in those eyes, always feeling warmth and security gazing into them. That man called her his angel, but he truly was her Guardian Angel, her protector, someone, the one who always looked over her, protected her no matter the cost.

She woke with a start, curled like a ball, knees on her chest, her hands clutching them with all her might, for fear of falling apart. The rain still poured. It was still dark. For moments she was not sure where she was, but then she remembered what had occurred and now knew where she was and where she was heading.