Blast from the Past
Rating: PG-13 for some violence
By Alec'sgrl a.k.a. Scully854@aol.com
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Dark Angel (only in my dreams lol) or anything having to do with FOX Dark Angel belongs to James Cameron(he has redeemed my image of him from titanic sorry! Hated it!!) as do all the characters (I just wish I had Alec! ::sigh:: or Jensen!!) belong to him and the writers, yadayada!! Blast from the past is a movie too, I know, I don't own that either, this has no relation to it and I don't own that either. Hannah's all from me. Thanks to all my friends and family.
I dedicate this to Mrs. Z a teacher I had in high school who really helped me become a better writer, I'm sure she is educting young minds as we speak! You realize how vital good teachers are when you get bad ones.
Summary: This is the first chapter please review, Ill have more in a few days, but without reviews I may not add more. Anyways, this is a mystery/romance fic about a girl who shows up from nowhere and its Max and Alec to her rescue. Just read ce vous plait.. merci!!
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2002
She could hear her heart pounding with the volume of a construction site in her chest. Sweat dripped down her neck and drenched her blue blouse. She was running so hard, so fast, she thought her legs would give out or break at any moment. She gasped for breath, gasped for an exit from her pursuer. She could barely breathe let alone focus, fear clouding her senses. Then her pursuer came closer, footsteps pounding..and then something was on her back…it felt like something went through her, ripping and shaking her whole body. Blood soaked her shirt as she fell forward.
She could hear a voice say, "No one can know,"
..And then a flood of pain flushed to her head with a loud slam. Before she could take it all in, she was out.
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2020
Max and Alec walked down the softly lit street. They were going to back to their respective homes after hanging at the bar all the Jampony gang frequented. They walked in silence, contemplating the surrounding calm. Once commonplace, now a rarity after the last few weeks had transpired. In just a day, it had all changed. People had always suspected that transgenics like Max and Alec were a reality; yet, like aliens, most passed transgenics off as pure fancy, something out of a sci-fi movie. Now it was all different. People had proof they couldn't deny. An "escaped so called freak," and Joshua's supposed "kidnapping" of Annie, ending in tragedy, Annie mysteriously killed. Of course, public hysteria erupted and the media made it seem Joshua was Annie's killer. Joshua moved to Terminal City, needing to escape the feeling of Annie that filled his home. Logan was attacked, all of his Eyes only equipment was destroyed, and now the police were on a witch hunt for transgenics.
At the same time, while Max and Alec walked, a girl awoke in a nearby alleyway. She had long brown hair, a blue blouse, a long black skirt and heels. She blinked, and slowly took in her surroundings. She was sitting in a puddle of God only knows what and the surrounding stench was eye watering.
An alleyway, she thought. But how the hell?....How did I get here?... Her train of thought was interrupted when she realized that her hands were sticky. She raised up a hand. Blood? From Who?" She looked down and gasped. Blood covered her blouse. She felt a panic rising- What happened? Why can't I remember?
Tears welled her eyes and she started to hyperventilate.
"Help," she whispered. Then louder. "Help….HELP….HELP!! SOMEONE!!"
As Max and Alec walked along, their thoughts were interrupted by screams for help.
"Do you hear that?" Alec said alertly.
"Yeah..it's coming from that alley," Max replied.
They both ran towards the alley way where they found a girl, late teens/early twenties, stumbling out of the alleyway.
"Please..help me!" She pleaded.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay, we'll help you," Max soothed. "What's wrong?" she asked.
She moved her hands away from her stomach in a dramatic gesture, showing her wound. The girl looked like a deer caught in headlights, with a pale look filled with sheer terror.
Alec looked at Max. "My apartments just across the street. Use my cell to call on the way," he hands her the phone, "We can keep her comfortable until help's here.
Max made the call as Alec put arm under the girl's and across her back to support her. "Hey, I'm Alec."
"Hannah," she croaked.
"Wow, that's a pretty name. That," he nodded his head to Max, "is Max. Don't worry, helps on the way. I'll help you get to my place, just lean on me," he said and flashed his killer smile.
She smiled faintly. "Thanks," she said in a barely audible voice.
Alec helped Hannah along as they went to his place. As they walked in, Hannah started to sway.
"Hannah?" Alec said, his voice dripping with concern. She looked right into his eyes with a look of such fear and hopelessness that it made Alec's heart ache.
"So…scared…don't..go," she managed to utter before she passed out into Alec's arms.
"Hannah! She's out Max..I think she fainted, she's still breathing. But help better get here soon, make sure she's okay…" He gently moved a hair out of her face.
"God Max, I wonder what happened to her..who did this?"
He checked her neck. No barcode.
"Id?" Max said, "she might have had it removed, like we did."
Alec looked into her suit jacket pocket and pulled out a card. He stared at it, brow furrowed in confusion.
"Alec?"
"Uh..Max, look at this," he handed her the card.
`"1983?" Max said with confusion, taken aback. "What? She can't be that old-yet, sure looks like her on the card…"
"We better hold onto her id, we don't want the media getting a hold of this and aiming their little witch hunt on her. She'd be an easy target.
"Good idea" max sighed.
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Okay..feedback..FEEDBACK!! please( Also, is it 2020 Dark Angel occurs, not sure, sorry. Peace( Next chapter in a few days with luck
Rating: PG-13 for some violence
By Alec'sgrl a.k.a. Scully854@aol.com
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Dark Angel (only in my dreams lol) or anything having to do with FOX Dark Angel belongs to James Cameron(he has redeemed my image of him from titanic sorry! Hated it!!) as do all the characters (I just wish I had Alec! ::sigh:: or Jensen!!) belong to him and the writers, yadayada!! Blast from the past is a movie too, I know, I don't own that either, this has no relation to it and I don't own that either. Hannah's all from me. Thanks to all my friends and family.
I dedicate this to Mrs. Z a teacher I had in high school who really helped me become a better writer, I'm sure she is educting young minds as we speak! You realize how vital good teachers are when you get bad ones.
Summary: This is the first chapter please review, Ill have more in a few days, but without reviews I may not add more. Anyways, this is a mystery/romance fic about a girl who shows up from nowhere and its Max and Alec to her rescue. Just read ce vous plait.. merci!!
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2002
She could hear her heart pounding with the volume of a construction site in her chest. Sweat dripped down her neck and drenched her blue blouse. She was running so hard, so fast, she thought her legs would give out or break at any moment. She gasped for breath, gasped for an exit from her pursuer. She could barely breathe let alone focus, fear clouding her senses. Then her pursuer came closer, footsteps pounding..and then something was on her back…it felt like something went through her, ripping and shaking her whole body. Blood soaked her shirt as she fell forward.
She could hear a voice say, "No one can know,"
..And then a flood of pain flushed to her head with a loud slam. Before she could take it all in, she was out.
*********************************
2020
Max and Alec walked down the softly lit street. They were going to back to their respective homes after hanging at the bar all the Jampony gang frequented. They walked in silence, contemplating the surrounding calm. Once commonplace, now a rarity after the last few weeks had transpired. In just a day, it had all changed. People had always suspected that transgenics like Max and Alec were a reality; yet, like aliens, most passed transgenics off as pure fancy, something out of a sci-fi movie. Now it was all different. People had proof they couldn't deny. An "escaped so called freak," and Joshua's supposed "kidnapping" of Annie, ending in tragedy, Annie mysteriously killed. Of course, public hysteria erupted and the media made it seem Joshua was Annie's killer. Joshua moved to Terminal City, needing to escape the feeling of Annie that filled his home. Logan was attacked, all of his Eyes only equipment was destroyed, and now the police were on a witch hunt for transgenics.
At the same time, while Max and Alec walked, a girl awoke in a nearby alleyway. She had long brown hair, a blue blouse, a long black skirt and heels. She blinked, and slowly took in her surroundings. She was sitting in a puddle of God only knows what and the surrounding stench was eye watering.
An alleyway, she thought. But how the hell?....How did I get here?... Her train of thought was interrupted when she realized that her hands were sticky. She raised up a hand. Blood? From Who?" She looked down and gasped. Blood covered her blouse. She felt a panic rising- What happened? Why can't I remember?
Tears welled her eyes and she started to hyperventilate.
"Help," she whispered. Then louder. "Help….HELP….HELP!! SOMEONE!!"
As Max and Alec walked along, their thoughts were interrupted by screams for help.
"Do you hear that?" Alec said alertly.
"Yeah..it's coming from that alley," Max replied.
They both ran towards the alley way where they found a girl, late teens/early twenties, stumbling out of the alleyway.
"Please..help me!" She pleaded.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay, we'll help you," Max soothed. "What's wrong?" she asked.
She moved her hands away from her stomach in a dramatic gesture, showing her wound. The girl looked like a deer caught in headlights, with a pale look filled with sheer terror.
Alec looked at Max. "My apartments just across the street. Use my cell to call on the way," he hands her the phone, "We can keep her comfortable until help's here.
Max made the call as Alec put arm under the girl's and across her back to support her. "Hey, I'm Alec."
"Hannah," she croaked.
"Wow, that's a pretty name. That," he nodded his head to Max, "is Max. Don't worry, helps on the way. I'll help you get to my place, just lean on me," he said and flashed his killer smile.
She smiled faintly. "Thanks," she said in a barely audible voice.
Alec helped Hannah along as they went to his place. As they walked in, Hannah started to sway.
"Hannah?" Alec said, his voice dripping with concern. She looked right into his eyes with a look of such fear and hopelessness that it made Alec's heart ache.
"So…scared…don't..go," she managed to utter before she passed out into Alec's arms.
"Hannah! She's out Max..I think she fainted, she's still breathing. But help better get here soon, make sure she's okay…" He gently moved a hair out of her face.
"God Max, I wonder what happened to her..who did this?"
He checked her neck. No barcode.
"Id?" Max said, "she might have had it removed, like we did."
Alec looked into her suit jacket pocket and pulled out a card. He stared at it, brow furrowed in confusion.
"Alec?"
"Uh..Max, look at this," he handed her the card.
`"1983?" Max said with confusion, taken aback. "What? She can't be that old-yet, sure looks like her on the card…"
"We better hold onto her id, we don't want the media getting a hold of this and aiming their little witch hunt on her. She'd be an easy target.
"Good idea" max sighed.
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Okay..feedback..FEEDBACK!! please( Also, is it 2020 Dark Angel occurs, not sure, sorry. Peace( Next chapter in a few days with luck