Disclaimer- Dark Angel belongs to James Cameron, Eglee, and Fox. I only own the story/plot, all original characters you see in the story, and the personalities of the canon X5's not given enough or any screen time on the show.
Summary- They took her away from her unit when she was young. Locked her up in the basement with the nomalies and kept her there. Ten years later she's escaped, and she's looking for her wayward siblings that escaped in '09, more specifically she's looking for Zack.
A/N- The summary is vague. Feedback is very much appreciated, so review if you read please.
Siren
Escape
His neck snapped from the force of the kick that was delivered to his head. Another TAC officer came at her from behind and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her off her feet. A second one came toward her with a taser in hand. Her face was twisted in a savage snarl, distorting her features. When he was close enough to her she lifted her legs, took purchase at his wrist, and cleanly broke it only using her bare feet. She threw her head back, breaking the man's who was holding her nose. He released her. She spun, sent a powerful kick to his solar plexus, before kicking him in the side of his head. He stumbled into a nearby wall, extremely winded and dizzy, with her hot after him. She uppercut him, spun, kicked an approaching officer away from her, turned her attention back to the previous officer, and elbowed him in the face before snapping his neck. She almost smiled at the loud crack.
Ducking a kick to her head, she swiped the X5's feet out from under him. Quickly she was back on her feet, she stomped his face before doing the same to his neck. She leaped up, kicked the approaching female X5 in the face, flipped midair, and landed behind the male X5 that had been going for her from behind. She tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and swung at her. She leaned back calmly, the blow missing her easily. Using the palm of her hand, she shoved his nose upwards, killing him instantly. The female charged her. Using the back of her closed fist, she swung at the female. The female blocked her, kicking her in the stomach. She punched the X5 female with her other fist before spinning and grabbing the fist that that been aiming for her, jerking the second X5 female toward her, and quickly dispatched her. Two more X5's, not including the remaining female she hadn't killed yet, surrounded her. Circled her with cold eyes. She stood stiff, posed for combat. Posed to kill. She watched them carefully, eyes empty and wild at the same time.
The first move came fast. She blocked and broke the arm at the elbow swiftly, blocked a kick, and threw the X5 whose arm she had broken at the female. The X5's weight brought them both crashing to the ground. She turned and focused her attention on the remaining X5. He lunged. She leaped. Her kick hit him in the back, before she quickly spun in the air and caught him in the side of the head. He stumbled to the ground and she landed gracefully upright on her feet. She marched over to him, grabbed him by the throat, and ripped it out. It was a bloody mess.
She turned to the other two X5's and quickly crossed the space between them and her. Too fast for the eye too see punches connected to both the female and male X5. Grabbing both of their necks, she twisted. They snapped. A gunshot sounded. Her eyes squeezed shut at the pain that exploded in her side. Her mouth opened, her scream was soundless. She looked up; saw the TAC with the broken wrist. Her growl was something truly feral. She grabbed a surgical knife, rolled across the narrow medical examining table separating them, landed on her bare feet, and plunged the knife into the man's chest. Pushing until it met his heart.
She threw herself on the floor. Gunshots exploded in the room. Eyes wild and angry, she jumped up and blurred. She killed three officers before anyone knew what happened. She shot her leg out, and smiled at the sound of a knee snapping. She proceeded to snap his neck. One rushed her. Her leg shot out and she hit him in the abdomen. He doubled over and she punched him thrice in the throat. She quickly and easily dispatched the others, running out of the white room without one look back at the bloody chaos she had created.
She heard them before she saw them. She changed directions, ignored her bleeding side that was hurting, and ran through the halls of Manticore. Without breaking stride she punched an oncoming TAC officer in the chest, heard something break, and kept running. More angry shouts filled her head, reached her ears. She didn't stop, only ran harder, faster.
More oncoming X series met her in the halls, trying to stop her from carrying out her plan. Her plan: escape. She didn't waste anytime in pointless battle. Trading few blows, she quickly killed them or knocked them unconscious. More times than not they wouldn't wake to see the next morning. She skipped steps a few at a time, opting to leap down them. A female from an X series appeared in front of her. She leaped, knocking them both to the ground. She snarled and swung her fist back. Someone caught it. She turned her head, an ugly snarl still present on her face. A large male X5 punched her soundly in the face, her already bleeding lips bleeding even more. The blonde female beneath her punched her bleeding side. She grunted in pain, and backhanded the female. The female kneed her in the back. She rolled away from her. The male grabbed her by the throat and picked her up as if she weighed nothing (not that she weighed much anyways) and threw her into a wall. The female flipped to her feet and lashed out at her. She moved sideways, the result was the female punching the wall, injuring her hand. She took this time to gouge one of the female's eyes out, catching the male's foot before it collided with her side. Her eyes rolled up to glare hatefully at him.
Ignoring the female, she kicked the male away from her. She shot up and took on a pose for combat. Feet spaced apart, and fists in front of her, tightly held to her chest. He rushed her. She caught his arm, went under it, and repeatedly punched him in the side. Some of his ribs gave out. She kneed him hard in the stomach. He spun, his size not hindering him in the least. He would have caught her in the mouth if she hadn't of stepped out of his reach. The female she had recklessly ignored grabbed her from behind, holding her tightly around the waist. The female buried her face in her dirty hair to prevent her from head butting her, the blood from the female's empty eye socket staining and soaking through her paper-thin military issued gown. She kicked the male in the chest with both her feet. He stumbled back. She locked her foot around one of the female's legs. She jerked. The female lost her balance. They both landed painfully in the floor. The male was on her again, raising his foot to stomp her in the chest. She raised her arms to block the assault. The male was suddenly hauled back away from her. She wasted no time in turning and quickly finishing off the female.
She turned back, knowing she should run, and watched the fight between the male X5 and the X5 she knew very well progress vehemently. Punches. Kicks. Head buts. The large male wasn't spared. His neck snapped by the other slightly smaller male X5. She sat on the floor, her large eyes wide as she watched him approach her, making no move to protect herself. She was pulled hurriedly to her feet. Taking her arm, the male quickly led her down the hall. All intercepting opposition (oddly enough it was few; word must not have gotten out she had escaped, or was attempting to) was quickly dispatched.
"Go, this is as far as I can help you." His words were rushed, concern making him anxious. He had gotten her all the way outside the facility. Not over the perimeter fence, but out. He considered them extremely lucky.
She touched his face lightly. Her brow wrinkled together slightly.
He looked at her with sorrowful caramel colored eyes. "I can't come with you, baby sister. Now go. Before they come."
Tears filled her eyes, confusion mingling with her other feelings. With his feelings that she felt, that threatened to almost overwhelm her own. It was something she had always been able to do, but not just with him, with all of her siblings. He held her face in between both of his hands, brushing her tangled locks out of her face. He forced her to look at him.
"Go and don't look back." It was an order. "Go find Zack, he'll protect you."
She swallowed and nodded, looking quite unsure of herself. He wasn't coming with her. All these years, he had been her only condolence. Had looked out for her as best as he could without anyone knowing. Now he was telling her to leave him behind. To go find a brother she hadn't seen in ten years. A brother she remembered that had tried to protect all of them to the best of his ability. She nodded more sure this time.
He kissed her softly on the head, pushed her away, and wished he could do more for his little sister. "Go, I'll find you one day." Shouts sounded nearby. Dogs barked. He looked at her alarmed. "Go Siren, now!"
Go she did. She turned and blurred through the forest. Branches swiped at her face, rocks cut her feet. Still she ran. Eyes bright and wild. Her dead set pace never wavered as she reached the perimeter fence; gunshots close on her heels. She scaled the fence and landed on the other side. She didn't waste another second. She looked back only once, when an alarmed shout filled the air. A pain went through her. She swallowed knowing whom the shout belonged to. She forced herself to turn. She ran. Ran away from the torture. The pain. The cold, dark basement. The nomalies that she had lived among for ten years. She ran from Manticore. She ran from Manticore toward freedom. She ran, one thought present in her mind. Find Zack.
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