This is my first Dark Angel fanfic. I've been wanting to write one for a very long time but just haven't gotten around to it. Today I decided it was now or never, so here is the first chapter! I hope you guys like it...
I do not own Dark Angel, though if I did, I would bring it back on the air. Immediately.
Terminal city almost appeared peaceful in the dusty darkness, the first hint of light just peaking over the horizon of Seattle. The amount of police force and the group of constant angry citizens had dwindled to less then a hundred over the past weeks. Now only a few clusters of people stood at the front of the rundown area, some gazing awkwardly towards the transgenic capital while others walked listlessly about. Only once in a while would a small disturbance break out among the crowd, the worst being a thrown bottle and a cruel shout.
Inside the dilapidated city hundreds of transgenics tended to their own business. Some slept, lying uncomfortably but contently on the dirty floor. Others talked amongst themselves, cluttered in small packs throughout the main building. A number of them patrolled the outskirts, keeping a wary eye on the diminishing - yet still threatening - humans outside, while a select few looked after the main issues.
It had been the same for the past five months, nearly twenty weeks after the incident at Jam Pony. The transgenics waited inside whereas the humans kept to the outside. Neither group had made a move and it appeared that neither one intended to. However, the transgenics were all taught better than to believe that the humans would simply leave after a certain amount of time, so they continued to secure the perimeter. The current peace between the opposing forces was as fragile as a crisp leaf in the wind, which could snap and crumble into a million pieces at any given moment.
It was the hundredth and forty third day since the transgenics' resolution. A hundred and forty three days ago they had all raised their fists in unity, as one, and lifted their flag to declare their determination. They were here to stay. They knew Seattle would not accept them, but they didn't have to. A type of unconfirmed war had been declared and everyone knew what was to come in a matter of time. The only question was how long they would have to wait, their constant fear and anxiety increasing each day, before the battle truly began. For there was not one soul within Seattle who undoubtedly believed the transgenics would be received within the city as people without a struggle… and without casualties.
As dawn settled upon the city an eerie silence filled the frosty atmosphere. A few noticed it, shivers running down their spines as they burrowed themselves further into their jackets. The air seemed to thicken as the sun slowly peeked above the buildings of Seattle, its soft light gleaming off of countless windows and stretching towards Terminal city.
The shifting feet of the transgenic patrols scuffed the rooftops of buildings but the faint sounds of additional footsteps were lost upon their ears. Stealthy shadows disappeared between buildings, each one barely missing the gaze of a patrolling transgenic. The air became still as an uncanny silence enveloped the surrounding area and an unsettling feeling took hold of Terminal city.
Gunshots erupted within the calm. A shattering of glass tore through the silence followed by several screams within the transgenic city. More gunfire and shouts could be heard as heads from those who stood outside the perimeter turned stunned faces towards the direction the sounds came from. Some ran to the fence to get a glimpse of what was happening. Others ran to the streets in fear. None had any idea that complete chaos was breaking loose on the opposite side of the fence.
A mixture of terrible noises grew from the centre of the area, near the main building. A group of military soldiers crouched on a rooftop, their guns pointed towards the shattered windows of a specific room. The sounds were deafening. Screaming, firing, shouting; the sounds of war. They echoed throughout the buildings of Terminal city, and if you listened very closely, through the gunfire and shouts, the shattering of glass and the rushing of feet, you could hear a body slump against the wall, a sigh of collapse escaping their lips.
TBC