Dark Angel: Minor Alterations
Seattle, Washington
March 3, 2021
Pain. Oh God not again! He could feel it. He could smell it, but he knew it wasn't real. Still his body was dripping with sweat, and the sheets on his bed were sticking to his body. Pushing himself up carefully he walked to the mirror in the bathroom. He forced himself to view his reflection to prove that his body was not on fire. Despite what his senses were telling his mind there was no flame on his body. Instead all that he say was a lean, average height, and with dishwater blonde hair. His deep green eyes watered up as he struggled to force his mind to acknowledge what his eyes told him. The words of Donald Lydecker echoed in his thoughts, "What the mind can conceive, the body can achieve."
"My body is not on fire!" He screamed. The young man stared into his reflections eyes repeating the phrase over and over again till the feeling began to die down. Then the rush came, the sinking sensation in his gut, and the tingling sensation that seemed to travel up from his fingers toward his head. He whipped around trying to make it to his bed, but it was a race against time. One he always lost. He seemed to hang in the air for a second his body frozen as if he was a manikin, but then his body slammed to the ground as his body began seizing. His mind retreated inside himself, and into his memories. His memories of the last time he had lived without pain. His memories of Manticore.
.X5-501x, codename Med, heard the sound of footsteps approaching his door before the door opened. The cool even stride gave away the man at the door before he even spoke. Donald Lydecker seems Daddy has something for me to do, he thought wickedly. Even for a normal he has as much energy as most of the X-series.
"X5-501x, on your feet soldier." Lydecker called out as he entered the dark and silent room with the light from the halls acting like a spotlight on a stage.
"Disabled your lights again didn't you, Med?"
Med laughed, "Sir, yes, sir."
Donald Lydecker sighed, "Med your sarcasm is not appreciated."
"Then pick up another one of your kids Dad. That is if you could find one with my abilities, or figure out how to reproduce them. How is that going by the way?"
Donald Lydecker's face seemed to take on an exasperated expression that most parents of teenagers would know well. Med laughed and decided to save his father from any further contact with his sense of humor.
"What is my mission, sir?"
"Your mission will briefing will cover the specifics, but I a want to make clear to that more then ever, failure here is not an option."
Lydecker turned and found the guard outside unconscious. Med was standing there a smirk on his face.
"So when do I go daddy?"
Seconds later Med felt the tazers and their electric charge slam into his back. Now a small smile appeared on Lydecker's face, "After you wake up..."
. Med cursed as he woke once more on the floor of the beaten down building that had been his home for the last couple of months. He headed for the refrigerator and his after seizure kit with a bottle of water, gum, and Tylenol. I will finish my mission dad, and then I will show them to you.
Seattle, Washington
June 6, 2021
In a black tee shirt, and worn down blue jeans Logan Cale prepared the second Eyes Only broadcast since exposing Ames White's use of the transgenic Kelpy to create anti-transgenic hysteria. He had promised Max to help the Transgenics in Terminal City by having Eyes Only tell their side of the story, but a source had given something he had to run. The new District Attorney of Seattle, Andrew Walters, had run his election campaign on a promise to fight against corruption, and criminal influence in the city. He had even openly praised Eyes Only on the news.
This had made Logan suspicious immediately, and subsequent investigation had revealed that the new DA had been cleaning house so he could move in people from his own organization. It had taken Logan longer to crack into the D.A.'s organization because of Ames White's discovery of his apartment. Logan then had to focus on laying low, and rebuild his connections. Which was more then one thing he had had to rebuild. The confession Kelpy had gotten out of Max had confirmation that she still felt for him as strongly as he felt for her.
However if he kept thinking about that he wouldn't get anything done, Logan thought with a sigh. Still he probably should finish up and get working on the dinner they had planned for tonight.
Beep, beep, beep.
Damn it not now, Logan thought as he reached over and grabbed his phone.
"Logan Cale."
"Logan, this James Thomson. I need you to meet with you. I have something
Eyes Only might want to take a look at."
As the man began talking, Logan immediately realized his plans for the evening were about to change, and not in his mind for the better.
Seattle, Washington
March 3, 2021
Pain. Oh God not again! He could feel it. He could smell it, but he knew it wasn't real. Still his body was dripping with sweat, and the sheets on his bed were sticking to his body. Pushing himself up carefully he walked to the mirror in the bathroom. He forced himself to view his reflection to prove that his body was not on fire. Despite what his senses were telling his mind there was no flame on his body. Instead all that he say was a lean, average height, and with dishwater blonde hair. His deep green eyes watered up as he struggled to force his mind to acknowledge what his eyes told him. The words of Donald Lydecker echoed in his thoughts, "What the mind can conceive, the body can achieve."
"My body is not on fire!" He screamed. The young man stared into his reflections eyes repeating the phrase over and over again till the feeling began to die down. Then the rush came, the sinking sensation in his gut, and the tingling sensation that seemed to travel up from his fingers toward his head. He whipped around trying to make it to his bed, but it was a race against time. One he always lost. He seemed to hang in the air for a second his body frozen as if he was a manikin, but then his body slammed to the ground as his body began seizing. His mind retreated inside himself, and into his memories. His memories of the last time he had lived without pain. His memories of Manticore.
.X5-501x, codename Med, heard the sound of footsteps approaching his door before the door opened. The cool even stride gave away the man at the door before he even spoke. Donald Lydecker seems Daddy has something for me to do, he thought wickedly. Even for a normal he has as much energy as most of the X-series.
"X5-501x, on your feet soldier." Lydecker called out as he entered the dark and silent room with the light from the halls acting like a spotlight on a stage.
"Disabled your lights again didn't you, Med?"
Med laughed, "Sir, yes, sir."
Donald Lydecker sighed, "Med your sarcasm is not appreciated."
"Then pick up another one of your kids Dad. That is if you could find one with my abilities, or figure out how to reproduce them. How is that going by the way?"
Donald Lydecker's face seemed to take on an exasperated expression that most parents of teenagers would know well. Med laughed and decided to save his father from any further contact with his sense of humor.
"What is my mission, sir?"
"Your mission will briefing will cover the specifics, but I a want to make clear to that more then ever, failure here is not an option."
Lydecker turned and found the guard outside unconscious. Med was standing there a smirk on his face.
"So when do I go daddy?"
Seconds later Med felt the tazers and their electric charge slam into his back. Now a small smile appeared on Lydecker's face, "After you wake up..."
. Med cursed as he woke once more on the floor of the beaten down building that had been his home for the last couple of months. He headed for the refrigerator and his after seizure kit with a bottle of water, gum, and Tylenol. I will finish my mission dad, and then I will show them to you.
Seattle, Washington
June 6, 2021
In a black tee shirt, and worn down blue jeans Logan Cale prepared the second Eyes Only broadcast since exposing Ames White's use of the transgenic Kelpy to create anti-transgenic hysteria. He had promised Max to help the Transgenics in Terminal City by having Eyes Only tell their side of the story, but a source had given something he had to run. The new District Attorney of Seattle, Andrew Walters, had run his election campaign on a promise to fight against corruption, and criminal influence in the city. He had even openly praised Eyes Only on the news.
This had made Logan suspicious immediately, and subsequent investigation had revealed that the new DA had been cleaning house so he could move in people from his own organization. It had taken Logan longer to crack into the D.A.'s organization because of Ames White's discovery of his apartment. Logan then had to focus on laying low, and rebuild his connections. Which was more then one thing he had had to rebuild. The confession Kelpy had gotten out of Max had confirmation that she still felt for him as strongly as he felt for her.
However if he kept thinking about that he wouldn't get anything done, Logan thought with a sigh. Still he probably should finish up and get working on the dinner they had planned for tonight.
Beep, beep, beep.
Damn it not now, Logan thought as he reached over and grabbed his phone.
"Logan Cale."
"Logan, this James Thomson. I need you to meet with you. I have something
Eyes Only might want to take a look at."
As the man began talking, Logan immediately realized his plans for the evening were about to change, and not in his mind for the better.