HELLO MY DEAR READERS, THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC CALLED DARK ANGEL: 452 OR MAX, IF ANYONE HAS A BETTER NAME PLEASE TELL ME SO. ADDITIONAL INFORMATION WILL BE ADDED AT ANY TIME. SO I SUGGEST YOU READ THIS IN CASE OF ANY NEW INFORMATIN THAT HAS BEEN ADDED TO MY STORY.
NEW INFO: THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN REVISED, AND BETAED.
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DISCLAIMER: THIS IS AN ORIGANAL STORY BASED ON JAMES CAMERON'S DARK ANGEL AND. THE CHARACTERS MAX, ALEC, ANDALL THE OTHERS FROM THE TELEVISION SERIES ARE HIS PROPERTY. OTHER CHARACTERS ARE TAKEN FROM FAYTH'S STORY MOVING AHEAD HER SERIES WHICH IS AN ORIGINAL STORY BASED ON JAMES CAMERONS'S DARK ANGEL. ANT OTHER CHARACTERS THAT ARE NOT FROM EITHER OF THOSE STORIES ARE MINE. INCLUDING X-7 824.
SUMMARY: ATTHE END OF "AND JESUS BOUGHT A CASSEROLE" OUR FAVORITE SHE-RO X5- 452 OR ALSO KNOWN AS MAX IS CAPTURED. NOT COMPLETEING THE MISSION, THE D.N.A. LAB IS STILL INTACT, AND SHE GETS SHOTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CHEST. ZACK, SYL, KRIT, LOGAN, AND LYDECKER ESCAPED. SHE DIDN'T, THIS IS HER STORY...
Chapter 1: 452 or Max
Cold...pain...memories.
The younger girl looked down at her, and her eyes softened.
"Mommy, mommy, I'm so sorry, what have I done?"
A darked haired man walked towards the young girl, and looked down at both of them.
"X52- 452, return to your unit."
The younger Max looked back up at the man, saluted him, and
then walked off.
A guard stood at the entrance to the hospital. All he heard were voices. Something about an 09er'.
INSIDE THE HOSPITAL
"Don't you think I know that, Renfro? She is one of my kids, and no problems will arise. Or else."
'Good thing that I have her wrapped around my finger, or she would tell the committee. 452, I will have you all safe and sound soon. Be strong...do not forget."
Black...shadows...faces...voices...
As Max started to awaken, pain filled every inch of her body. She noticed where she wasand felt the cold steel against her back. She realised that she wasn't alone, that there were other people in the room, and not a voice that she remembered. She opened her senses and was rewarded withher old life back to haunt her.
'Manticore, I am at damn Manticore. How the hell did I get captured? Yeah I remember now. The clone. But she was a clone of me. I have to get to her. Save her. Save them all. Wonder how long I've been asleep?'
Unbeknowst to her another womon was in the room. She was of average height and had a evil sense about her.
"Hello, 452, I am Director Renfro. You are back at Manticore."
"Max, my name is Max."
'Looks like a class A bitch. Wonder how long til I can escape? I'd better do it fast. I hope they got out alright.'
Renfro looked away from Max, a glare settling on her face. She started to give directions to the doctor in a low whisper, but due to transgenic feline hearing Max caught what was being said, and planned.
"Take her to psy-ops and reindoctrination, soon she will be back in the program." Said Renfro
The doctor nodded his head, while unstrapping the young transgenic. He led her to the door, where she was grabbed roughly by two male guards. Still thinking about her escape, she made a run for it. She punched one of them, breaking his nose, while the other one got a knee to the stomach. Once the guards were taken down she blurred out of sight.
However, within a few seconds, she once again visited the darkness that was her mind. Her older sister stood to the side of her, fist still out.
"Not again, baby sister. Not this time."
"Good job, 734."
"Thank you ma'am, I wanted her to stay this time."
As Brin walked away, her younger sibling was dragged in the opposite direction. An hour later she was hooked up to psy-ops, and was woken violently. She was taken through torture, and was taken through hell.
'I will not be broken so easily.'
Reindoctrination was not an easy process, as Max proved to them. Two months had gone by, and the director was getting irrited. 452,was tucked into a very small space, crouched down, and didn't have enough room to move, let alone stand or sit.
"State your designation."
"My name is Max."
"State your designation."
"Kiss my transgenic ass."
She pressed the same button and the space got smaller.
"How long can a transgenic last without food or water?" She asked the doctor.
"About five days." He answered.
"Come get me in nine."
'Damn it, how much longer will they keep up with this? I will not break.'
STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP.
'No, not again. Stop the marching, stop the marching. Think about something else. Zack, Syl, Krit, Johndy, Jace. Must protect them.'
Without her knowing the door was unlocked and swung open.
"Well, 452, have you decided to come back to us?"
"Go to hell, bitch."
"Doctor, hook her up to the hypo-pump, see if this can get her back to thinking properly."
The doctor opened the door, and put the transgenic on a leather chair.
"This is more like it," said 452.
"Don't get comfortable." said Renfro.
The doctor stuck some plugs into her body. This machine made the water pressure in her body rise, until it started to leak out of her body, causing spasms of pain. (This was in the move bullet proof monk)
"452, state your designation."
"What the hell do you think it is?"
"Okay doctor, put it up to ten notches. I'll be back in three weeks."
THREE WEEKS LATER
"State your designation."
"My name is Max, bitch."
"Take it up five more notches."
The doctor pressed a button, and her mouth opened in pain.
'That's it, break damn it break. We need you back with us.'
Then as suddenly as her mouth opened, it closed ever so slowly, while a fierce look of determinationset in her eyes.
"Get Lydecker on the phone."
'No matter what they do to me I will never break.'
She looked around, although it caused another spasm of pain to break through.
'I wonder where that bitch went. Maybe she gave up.'
Renfro walked out of the room and into her office. Lydecker was quickly on the phone.
"Haven't broken her yet? Harder then you thought isn't it."
"Quite, when are you going to be back? Have you gained the trust of them again?"
"Of course I have. I am not the Colonel for nothing. I still have some control of the idiots who are the 09ers'. I am taking control of the Seattle Facility. You will be directly under me. Order of the committee."
"Fine. But we need her back in the program, you know that. She is the only X-5 out of the X-series without any junk D.N.A. She has to be re-trained, and she has missed out on ten years of training."
"Not to worry, I will be there by tomorrow morning. She is a fast learner. Give her three months of training with me, and she will be on edge with the best fighter. How many notches do you have her on right now?"
"Fifeteen."
"Take her up to thirty-five. She is one of the special X-5's I told you about. Only that specific team could stand up to a lot of pain. After that get PSY- 489, and she will deal with 452. By the end of the day she should be broken."
"Understood."
She quickly hung up the phone and went back down to where the 09er was.
"This is your last chance, state your designation."
"My name is Max, you ugly pug."
The older woman shook her head then spoke with the doctor, and watched as the volume of pain was increased. 452s backarched more and more. But yet she still resisted. She turned back to her subordinate and started dishing out orders.
"766, go get me PSY- 489. Then return to your unit."
"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am," She saluted and left.
The girl turned and left. Less than ten minutes later 489 came in.
"PSYOP- 489, reporting for duty, ma'am."
"This is a rogue 09er. She is struggling with the reindoctrination process. Lydecker told me to bring you in on this. Do not disappoint me."
She turned and left.
'Another 09er. There have been two others. How many more will be captured?. Here it goes.'
The older girl went over to the 09er and started to speak to her. 452 started to scream and thrashed around on the chair. Two hours later, Renfro made another appearance.
"How are things going?" She said, noticing 452 standing at attention.
"Go ahead, ma'am." Said 489.
"State your designation."
"X5- 452 ma'am!" she shouted with no fear in her voice.
"Very good. Where are you 452?"
"Home, Manticore, in psy-ops ma'am. I was not following orders."
"What are you?"
"A soldier, ma'am, the best soldier."
"Where have you been?"
"Seattle, Washington, ma'am."
"Good, now report to solitary for three weeks. You are dismissed."
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am, Director Renfro ma'am!" she shouted once again, and marched out of the office.
"Come in 494."
A young man with blond hair, who looked exactly like Ben walked in.
"452, will be going into your unit in three weeks. Report any problems you have with her. She has just gotten out of psy-ops."
"Permission to speak, ma'am."
"Permission granted."
"Why is she going into a unit, when she just got out of psy-ops? Shouldn't she be kept under supervision in a private cell?."
"She has been kept at thirty-five notches. And before going into a new unit, she will be in solitary confinement. Is there a problem with that 494?"
"No ma'am." He replied, refocusing his eyes on the wall.
"I will call for you when it is ready."
He saluted and walked out the door.
Three weeks had passed fairly quickly for the confined X5. The door opened and a male stood in front of her.
'I know him from somewhere,' she thought, 'but where?'
