Rated PG-13 for language.
Note: This is a semi-crossover between Dragon Ball Z and Dark Angel. What's a semi-crossover, you ask? Well to get an understanding, this story has Dragon Ball Z ideas, but with Dark Angel characters. You'll see as you read.
Angered Souls: Hidden Rage
Everyone has secrets. Right? Logan found mine to be Project Manticore. I found his to be Eyes Only. But mine was just a cover. A blanket, protecting a darker secret. One that even Lydecker hasn't a clue about. Hell, I didn't even really know about it till a few months after my...our escape. I realized that it had been since I was made. I wonder now, why am I the only one like this. Was it my creators' idea for this? I don't have a clue. Yet I must struggle each day to keep this secret.....
I am at Logans, yet again. Lately, though, he's allowed me to play chess on his computer. Guess he's gotten tired of losing. He's sitting next to me, shocked again. I've beaten the computer for the fifth time in a row.
"That was one of the hardest version of chess I could find, Max." He spoke dumfoundedly.
I shrug, "Sorry." I turn away from the computer, "Why don't you play a few games?"
He shakes his head, "Maybe later." He shifts over to sit in front of the computer, shutting down the game and bringing up his files. Hmph, something he can win at, I muse.
I look at my watch. "I'm gonna be late." He says bye knowing where I going.
I enter Jam pony 20 minutes past eight.
"Another hold up, Max?" Normal shouts at me as I enter.
"Yeah." I walk away, only offering that word. That made him glare at me, but he said nothing else. Smart man, knows when to keep his mouth shut.
"Where you been, Boo?" Cindy chimes up to me, her usual greeting.
"Outside." I smile at her, a sly smile. She doesn't smile back, but gives me her 'yeah right' look.
"We going to Crash tonite. They're having a pool tournament. Maybe we could scam a few bucks on the side."
I nodd. "Count me in." We both move to the couch. Sketchy moves over a cushion to let Cindy sit, while I move to the armrest on his other side.
"You guys talkin bout the tournament at Crash?" Sketchy glances to Cindy then to me.
"Yes, we are." Cindy answers. Sketchy nods, saying he'll be going too.
I then notice that Normal deliberately hands us three packages, muttering something about giving us something worthwhile to do. I swear I could just smack the guy, but I need the work. Our little meeting on the couch is broken up as we attempt to do our jobs.
Later that night, after winning easily at Crash, I head over to Logans. I stop at the entrance to the building. Something doesn't feel right. I shift into stealth mode and make my way to his penthouse. I reach the door....only to find that there is no door.
I hear a rustling and shift my head to the left. Logan has knocked over some books as he tried to stand. I went over to aide him.
"Leave. Get out. Do it now." He managed to spit at me. I shake my head in refusal.
Suddenly I am plucked away from him. I noticed that he gets plucked away from me as well. They ask me a question, and when I don't answer I am struck across the face. My vision blurs for an instant. When I regain focus I notice that Logan is enduring another round of pummeling. A voice asks me the question again, and this time I hear it.
"Where is Max Guevera?" I suddenly realize who our attackers are. More from the Red Series. I chuckle to myself as I realize certain things--facts, that strike me as funny.
They are still after me. Though they don't know that I am Max. They also seemingly don't know that their mission to find me was faulty. What they believed in, was not true. But these guys don't know. How could they? The truth died with the original team sent to capture me. It was never able to reach home base.
Logans yelp of pain, brings me out of my thoughts. My eyes look at him, beaten, battered and left on the floor for dead. They continue to kick his lifeless body and start to laugh. It's me they wanted, so why Logan? WHY?
I can feel it. Swelling within me, growing. Anger-my secret. My eyes snap to them and to their raised fists. Raised fists that never will get to strike it's victim. And I take pleasure watching them realize that they had Max, and didn't know till now.
My face shows my anger, "LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!!" I scream, catching their attention.
They face me, prepared for the fight. One charges toward me, I stand there seething with anger, unmoving. He swings his fist back, then flings it toward me. To his surprise, my hand snaps up and stops his moving fist dead on the spot. I look him in the eye as a twist his arm to an unthinkable position. His eyes drop to his arm, then up to me and he backs away. I believe I have now triggered emotion in these once lifeless beings.
The other two move to avenge their partner. They both leap at me, but I dodge one and plant my leg hard into the other. They both crumble. Logan, meanwhile has been given enough time to regain consciousness, and is now watching me in horror.
I move to pick up one of the crumbled Reds; with incredible strength his feet are now dangling as bring him up to my eye level. As he gazes deep into my eyes, he has no choice but to see the hatred that has filled them. He shakes with fear. As I slam him to the floor, his neck snaps.....instant death. One down, two to go.
The other one rises from the floor and holds a gun out to me. I stare him down and move a step toward him. He begins to fire, and I stealthily and successfully catch each bullet with my hand. I raise my hand to eye level and open it, letting the bullets fall uselessly to the ground.
By this time, Logan has backed away to the corner, pushing himself away from the danger and from me. I don't seem to care, or notice him. As the last of the bullets hits the ground, I have taken that hand, formed a fist, and sent it right through the second Red.
No smile crosses my face as I turn to the last one. He backs away from me, holding his arm, and shaking his head. I have turned the Reds into sissies. Though, I have no time to gloat right now. Anger has blinded me.
"Go." I bellow. "Tell the others what you have seen." He bolts out of the building. If others come, after hearing this message, I'll be ready.
I remain standing, remain watching the now empty doorway.
"Max??" I hear the scared, shaky voice, calling to me. It's Logan. I hear the fear.
My back is to him, so I turn my head and look over my shoulder. He seemingly shuts up and shys away. I realize that he has witnessed my brutal attacks against the Reds.
I look up and notice that I'm under the skylight...and it's open. I know I can't talk to or acknowledge Logan, not until I've managed to calm down. Instead, I leap up through the skylight, with Logan shouting after me.
I'm much calmer now. It's an hour later, though I'm still on the roof. After getting calm, I began to ponder how to tell this to Logan.
I notice him standing there looking at me. After a few minutes, I look at him.
"Max?" He is unsure of me. I stand, facing him. My expression is normal, not the angered one I held previously. "What the hell just happened?"
I motioned for him to seat himself next to me, he does.
"There is something you should know." I speak softly, feeling slightly drained after using so much energy.
"You just kicked the shit out of those Reds. How?" He looks at me questioningly.
I shrug, "I was created to become extremely powerful when angered. I was told about it when I was young. A scientist took me aside and secretly let me in on what he had done. Though I didn't really understand it, until a few months after the escape."
He perked his eyes up at me, "Secretly told you? Lydecker doesn't know?"
"No. He never understood why I was always better than everyone else. Though I was terrified at this. It's like a transformation; I feel nothing, become blinded, and act emotionless...well except for anger and hatred. The first time I experienced this, I felt like I was a monster."
"Is that what you felt like against them?"
"When I saw their continual abuse of your lifeless body.....I just lost control. My already enhanced abilities get even more enhanced, and I became unstoppable."
He moved on to another question, "Why did you flee?"
I paused, looked at him, knowing why he had asked that, "I knew you'd have questions. I couldn't answer them while at the peak of my anger. It's best that I calm down before engaging in conversational situations."
He nodded, completely understanding, "So I take it, when you're at your....peak.....all you want to do is kick ass?"
I laugh at his question, "This time, it was directed at saving you."
He joined in on my laughter, but stopped when I stopped. I stand up, "Look I'm going back in to rest. I have completely drained myself."
He follows me back inside, offering to make me something to nourish myself with. I accept, noting that I don't want a lot.
Meanwhile, back at Manticore, Lydecker confronts the scientist that created Max.
Lydecker slams him against the wall, holding a gun to his gut, "Tell me, what was it that you did to Max?"
The scientist shakes his head, "I don't know what you're talking about." Suddenly the man screams out in pain. Lydecker had taken the gun across the scientists face, which was bleeding now.
"Tell me!!" Lydecker commanded a second time.
When Lydecker raised the gun again, the scientist flinched and spilled, "She was made to gain strength from anger. To reach a state where she becomes unstoppable and void of any emotion. Concentrating only on what had angered her to begin with."
Lydecker smiled and released his grip on the man. The scientist sighed in relief, but then gasped as Lydecker shot him, "Thank you for cooperating."
Lydecker returned to his office as if nothing had happened. With his new knowledge, he replayed all the events of importance in his mind.
Young Max becoming more defiant during 'punishment sessions'. Young Max being screamed at by her handler, then being sent through to the training exercises. Lydecker chuckled remembering that time. Max had made Zack look like a sissy.
He then shook his thoughts away, now fully understanding Max. He instantly developed a plan. He joined Manticore in hopes of having the soldier of his dreams created. He silently 'thanked' the now dead scientist for giving him that soldier.
* sighs * There goes my secret........
~~**++**~~
to be continued
Note: This is a semi-crossover between Dragon Ball Z and Dark Angel. What's a semi-crossover, you ask? Well to get an understanding, this story has Dragon Ball Z ideas, but with Dark Angel characters. You'll see as you read.
Angered Souls: Hidden Rage
Everyone has secrets. Right? Logan found mine to be Project Manticore. I found his to be Eyes Only. But mine was just a cover. A blanket, protecting a darker secret. One that even Lydecker hasn't a clue about. Hell, I didn't even really know about it till a few months after my...our escape. I realized that it had been since I was made. I wonder now, why am I the only one like this. Was it my creators' idea for this? I don't have a clue. Yet I must struggle each day to keep this secret.....
I am at Logans, yet again. Lately, though, he's allowed me to play chess on his computer. Guess he's gotten tired of losing. He's sitting next to me, shocked again. I've beaten the computer for the fifth time in a row.
"That was one of the hardest version of chess I could find, Max." He spoke dumfoundedly.
I shrug, "Sorry." I turn away from the computer, "Why don't you play a few games?"
He shakes his head, "Maybe later." He shifts over to sit in front of the computer, shutting down the game and bringing up his files. Hmph, something he can win at, I muse.
I look at my watch. "I'm gonna be late." He says bye knowing where I going.
I enter Jam pony 20 minutes past eight.
"Another hold up, Max?" Normal shouts at me as I enter.
"Yeah." I walk away, only offering that word. That made him glare at me, but he said nothing else. Smart man, knows when to keep his mouth shut.
"Where you been, Boo?" Cindy chimes up to me, her usual greeting.
"Outside." I smile at her, a sly smile. She doesn't smile back, but gives me her 'yeah right' look.
"We going to Crash tonite. They're having a pool tournament. Maybe we could scam a few bucks on the side."
I nodd. "Count me in." We both move to the couch. Sketchy moves over a cushion to let Cindy sit, while I move to the armrest on his other side.
"You guys talkin bout the tournament at Crash?" Sketchy glances to Cindy then to me.
"Yes, we are." Cindy answers. Sketchy nods, saying he'll be going too.
I then notice that Normal deliberately hands us three packages, muttering something about giving us something worthwhile to do. I swear I could just smack the guy, but I need the work. Our little meeting on the couch is broken up as we attempt to do our jobs.
Later that night, after winning easily at Crash, I head over to Logans. I stop at the entrance to the building. Something doesn't feel right. I shift into stealth mode and make my way to his penthouse. I reach the door....only to find that there is no door.
I hear a rustling and shift my head to the left. Logan has knocked over some books as he tried to stand. I went over to aide him.
"Leave. Get out. Do it now." He managed to spit at me. I shake my head in refusal.
Suddenly I am plucked away from him. I noticed that he gets plucked away from me as well. They ask me a question, and when I don't answer I am struck across the face. My vision blurs for an instant. When I regain focus I notice that Logan is enduring another round of pummeling. A voice asks me the question again, and this time I hear it.
"Where is Max Guevera?" I suddenly realize who our attackers are. More from the Red Series. I chuckle to myself as I realize certain things--facts, that strike me as funny.
They are still after me. Though they don't know that I am Max. They also seemingly don't know that their mission to find me was faulty. What they believed in, was not true. But these guys don't know. How could they? The truth died with the original team sent to capture me. It was never able to reach home base.
Logans yelp of pain, brings me out of my thoughts. My eyes look at him, beaten, battered and left on the floor for dead. They continue to kick his lifeless body and start to laugh. It's me they wanted, so why Logan? WHY?
I can feel it. Swelling within me, growing. Anger-my secret. My eyes snap to them and to their raised fists. Raised fists that never will get to strike it's victim. And I take pleasure watching them realize that they had Max, and didn't know till now.
My face shows my anger, "LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!!" I scream, catching their attention.
They face me, prepared for the fight. One charges toward me, I stand there seething with anger, unmoving. He swings his fist back, then flings it toward me. To his surprise, my hand snaps up and stops his moving fist dead on the spot. I look him in the eye as a twist his arm to an unthinkable position. His eyes drop to his arm, then up to me and he backs away. I believe I have now triggered emotion in these once lifeless beings.
The other two move to avenge their partner. They both leap at me, but I dodge one and plant my leg hard into the other. They both crumble. Logan, meanwhile has been given enough time to regain consciousness, and is now watching me in horror.
I move to pick up one of the crumbled Reds; with incredible strength his feet are now dangling as bring him up to my eye level. As he gazes deep into my eyes, he has no choice but to see the hatred that has filled them. He shakes with fear. As I slam him to the floor, his neck snaps.....instant death. One down, two to go.
The other one rises from the floor and holds a gun out to me. I stare him down and move a step toward him. He begins to fire, and I stealthily and successfully catch each bullet with my hand. I raise my hand to eye level and open it, letting the bullets fall uselessly to the ground.
By this time, Logan has backed away to the corner, pushing himself away from the danger and from me. I don't seem to care, or notice him. As the last of the bullets hits the ground, I have taken that hand, formed a fist, and sent it right through the second Red.
No smile crosses my face as I turn to the last one. He backs away from me, holding his arm, and shaking his head. I have turned the Reds into sissies. Though, I have no time to gloat right now. Anger has blinded me.
"Go." I bellow. "Tell the others what you have seen." He bolts out of the building. If others come, after hearing this message, I'll be ready.
I remain standing, remain watching the now empty doorway.
"Max??" I hear the scared, shaky voice, calling to me. It's Logan. I hear the fear.
My back is to him, so I turn my head and look over my shoulder. He seemingly shuts up and shys away. I realize that he has witnessed my brutal attacks against the Reds.
I look up and notice that I'm under the skylight...and it's open. I know I can't talk to or acknowledge Logan, not until I've managed to calm down. Instead, I leap up through the skylight, with Logan shouting after me.
I'm much calmer now. It's an hour later, though I'm still on the roof. After getting calm, I began to ponder how to tell this to Logan.
I notice him standing there looking at me. After a few minutes, I look at him.
"Max?" He is unsure of me. I stand, facing him. My expression is normal, not the angered one I held previously. "What the hell just happened?"
I motioned for him to seat himself next to me, he does.
"There is something you should know." I speak softly, feeling slightly drained after using so much energy.
"You just kicked the shit out of those Reds. How?" He looks at me questioningly.
I shrug, "I was created to become extremely powerful when angered. I was told about it when I was young. A scientist took me aside and secretly let me in on what he had done. Though I didn't really understand it, until a few months after the escape."
He perked his eyes up at me, "Secretly told you? Lydecker doesn't know?"
"No. He never understood why I was always better than everyone else. Though I was terrified at this. It's like a transformation; I feel nothing, become blinded, and act emotionless...well except for anger and hatred. The first time I experienced this, I felt like I was a monster."
"Is that what you felt like against them?"
"When I saw their continual abuse of your lifeless body.....I just lost control. My already enhanced abilities get even more enhanced, and I became unstoppable."
He moved on to another question, "Why did you flee?"
I paused, looked at him, knowing why he had asked that, "I knew you'd have questions. I couldn't answer them while at the peak of my anger. It's best that I calm down before engaging in conversational situations."
He nodded, completely understanding, "So I take it, when you're at your....peak.....all you want to do is kick ass?"
I laugh at his question, "This time, it was directed at saving you."
He joined in on my laughter, but stopped when I stopped. I stand up, "Look I'm going back in to rest. I have completely drained myself."
He follows me back inside, offering to make me something to nourish myself with. I accept, noting that I don't want a lot.
Meanwhile, back at Manticore, Lydecker confronts the scientist that created Max.
Lydecker slams him against the wall, holding a gun to his gut, "Tell me, what was it that you did to Max?"
The scientist shakes his head, "I don't know what you're talking about." Suddenly the man screams out in pain. Lydecker had taken the gun across the scientists face, which was bleeding now.
"Tell me!!" Lydecker commanded a second time.
When Lydecker raised the gun again, the scientist flinched and spilled, "She was made to gain strength from anger. To reach a state where she becomes unstoppable and void of any emotion. Concentrating only on what had angered her to begin with."
Lydecker smiled and released his grip on the man. The scientist sighed in relief, but then gasped as Lydecker shot him, "Thank you for cooperating."
Lydecker returned to his office as if nothing had happened. With his new knowledge, he replayed all the events of importance in his mind.
Young Max becoming more defiant during 'punishment sessions'. Young Max being screamed at by her handler, then being sent through to the training exercises. Lydecker chuckled remembering that time. Max had made Zack look like a sissy.
He then shook his thoughts away, now fully understanding Max. He instantly developed a plan. He joined Manticore in hopes of having the soldier of his dreams created. He silently 'thanked' the now dead scientist for giving him that soldier.
* sighs * There goes my secret........
~~**++**~~
to be continued