I plan to make this fanfic the story of Zack's life. I decided to start
with how his surrogate mother got chosen, and although this chapter has
little to do with Dark Angel the next one will. If you read then please
review because I really want to know what people think of this.
Constructive criticism appreciated.
I own nothing of Dark Angel (sadly) and if I did I would have 1) not made Zack a weird looking metal man, 2) not cancelled the show.
Hope you enjoy!
(Ps, This part of the story takes place in about the year 1998)
The Story of Zack
Chapter 1 – A Mother's Money - Part 1
Samantha Martin lived on the streets. Like many seventeen year olds it wasn't her fault. At the age of fifteen she had been chucked out by her perverted step-dad who had suggested things he wanted to do to her in the middle of the night. When she had refused he got angry. Her mother had known none of this but being a bimbo airhead like she was, she believed her husband's story that he had found a pregnancy test in the bathroom and it was positive. Being as selfish as she sadly was she chucked Samantha out of the house with a goodbye call of, "Have a nice life you irresponsible brat." Samantha was deeply upset by the events but there was nothing for her to do about it. She didn't want to go to any child care home or anything because a girl in her class at school had told her horror stories of what went on there. So, she ended up on the streets, begging for all she was worth. If she was lucky she would make enough money for one sandwich per day and find a good doorstep to sleep on in the evening.
Things were hard but she survived by making a solid group of friends, all young street kids like herself. Her friends all had street names, Stopy, Lelia, Cassie and Jolly. Her friends did more than just beg though, they stole things as well. They were fairly good; they would bump into someone on the street, steal their wallet and be gone before the victim knew what had happened. It was a good scheme, but they soon came up with something better. Samantha, who would call herself whatever sexy nick-name that came into her head first, would dress as a hooker and get picked up by some random guy. She then directed him to a parking space in a car park where her friends were waiting and then when the guy had handed over his money, her friends would pounce before anything bad happened. They could make about $300 a day by doing that and they were soon making money by the pocket full.
Then, one day, everything changed. Stopy fell in love with a rich young man who she had met while waiting for her friends one afternoon She had fallen head over heels in love with him and they would meet everyday for long periods of time. Then, after a year of going out they decided to get married and move to New York. The gang were happy for them, but badly disappointed.
After that the group split apart and Samantha ended up living in Seattle. She liked it there, even though it rained a lot. There was a large space needle that looked beautiful so high up and everywhere was rich and luxurious. But after three months living in Seattle things began to change. Samantha was having a hard time getting things going. Even though she had made a lot of money from her scams she was still living on the street. All the money she got was spent on food and she rarely had enough money to rent a room on the nights that it rained a lot. She was getting in trouble with local bad guys who wanted a pretty skirt on their laps when playing a game of poker. Samantha didn't hold with that so one day they came after her and beat her up. They left her on the dark street bleeding and in pain. They had broken her left wrist and she could feel the blood slowly seeping down her shoulder where one of them had hit her repeatedly. She sat there, the place of the attack, for several hours waiting. She waited for the hope to return to her. She had nothing, no job, no money and now no town to live in. Things couldn't get much worse for her.
While she waited a man came up to her. "Excuse me miss" the man asked politely. Samantha was on edge the second he started talking. She trusted no one these days, especially those who were polite. Two years on the streets had taught her that the nicer people were the more chance they had bad intentions. "What?" she asked her voice loud and firm. The best way to deal with strangers, that she knew. "Are you ok, you look hurt?" The guy sounded concerned so Samantha looked up directly at him. He was wearing military uniform. She had heard that there were some military personnel in the area and that they were looking to recruit healthy young women for some unknown reason. Whatever it was she had heard that it paid well so she was hoping that she got a chance to meet them. 'In this state they'll probably say no before I've even asked for the job,' she thought. "Fine, as always," the last part was directed at herself. "Its just you look like you've been beaten up. Do you want me to take you to the hospital or back to your home," the guy asked sounding concerned. Samantha smiled. "Hospitals only admit people with addresses and the best doorway I can find doesn't quite cover that question. Then there'll be all the questions about my name, age, occupation and so forth, none of which I'm that willing to tell," she answered hoping this man would go away. She knew that if he was one of the people looking to employ healthy, young women then he would look right past her because she definitely didn't fit into the 'healthy' category. The man looked straight into her eyes which shined with strength. Not the physical kind but the mental. Samantha was incredibly strong willed, never letting anyone tell her what to do unless she thought it was a sensible thing to do. Spending two years on the street had also taught her not to take crap from anyone. The man looked, then asked her one of the few things that she had certainly not been expecting. "Well, maybe I can help then. I'm here in Seattle with a group of doctors. They could fix you up?" he asked. Samantha knew that this was her only chance. "Sure, thanks," she replied, pausing just a few moments to make the strange guy think that she had other possible options and that she was thinking them over. "I'm Samantha Martin, by the way," she told him, knowing that he would tell her his name. "Sorry, I forgot my manners, my name is Donald Lydecker," he told her as he helped her to her feet. Samantha winced with the action but carried on moving never the less.
Lydecker took her to his jeep and drove her a few miles to a military building where he had to show his card upon entering. After they were inside he led her to a room that contained several pieces of hospital equipment. He sat her down on the hard cot then left the room promising to be back in a few minutes with a doctor. When he returned he had a doctor with him who gave Samantha a quick examination, took some blood then after telling her that her hand only had a small fracture, he bandaged her up and gave her some drugs to take. She was then taken to a small room with a space for just a bed and not much else. To Samantha it looked like paradise.
She stayed at the military place for several days before anything particularly interesting happened. Lydecker, who had been to see her several times had come to see her and this time it looked like he might have something interesting to say. When he entered her small room he sat down on the edge of her bed and began speaking. "Hello Samantha, how are you feeling, better I hope?" he asked her. Samantha flashed him a pleasant smile before replying. "Why fine thank you Deck," He had already told her that he preferred to be called Deck. "Listen Samantha," Lydecker learned closer towards her," I have got the results of the blood test that you had several days ago and I have spoken with the doctors. They have agreed with what I said. Samantha, I have a proposition to put to you....."
I own nothing of Dark Angel (sadly) and if I did I would have 1) not made Zack a weird looking metal man, 2) not cancelled the show.
Hope you enjoy!
(Ps, This part of the story takes place in about the year 1998)
The Story of Zack
Chapter 1 – A Mother's Money - Part 1
Samantha Martin lived on the streets. Like many seventeen year olds it wasn't her fault. At the age of fifteen she had been chucked out by her perverted step-dad who had suggested things he wanted to do to her in the middle of the night. When she had refused he got angry. Her mother had known none of this but being a bimbo airhead like she was, she believed her husband's story that he had found a pregnancy test in the bathroom and it was positive. Being as selfish as she sadly was she chucked Samantha out of the house with a goodbye call of, "Have a nice life you irresponsible brat." Samantha was deeply upset by the events but there was nothing for her to do about it. She didn't want to go to any child care home or anything because a girl in her class at school had told her horror stories of what went on there. So, she ended up on the streets, begging for all she was worth. If she was lucky she would make enough money for one sandwich per day and find a good doorstep to sleep on in the evening.
Things were hard but she survived by making a solid group of friends, all young street kids like herself. Her friends all had street names, Stopy, Lelia, Cassie and Jolly. Her friends did more than just beg though, they stole things as well. They were fairly good; they would bump into someone on the street, steal their wallet and be gone before the victim knew what had happened. It was a good scheme, but they soon came up with something better. Samantha, who would call herself whatever sexy nick-name that came into her head first, would dress as a hooker and get picked up by some random guy. She then directed him to a parking space in a car park where her friends were waiting and then when the guy had handed over his money, her friends would pounce before anything bad happened. They could make about $300 a day by doing that and they were soon making money by the pocket full.
Then, one day, everything changed. Stopy fell in love with a rich young man who she had met while waiting for her friends one afternoon She had fallen head over heels in love with him and they would meet everyday for long periods of time. Then, after a year of going out they decided to get married and move to New York. The gang were happy for them, but badly disappointed.
After that the group split apart and Samantha ended up living in Seattle. She liked it there, even though it rained a lot. There was a large space needle that looked beautiful so high up and everywhere was rich and luxurious. But after three months living in Seattle things began to change. Samantha was having a hard time getting things going. Even though she had made a lot of money from her scams she was still living on the street. All the money she got was spent on food and she rarely had enough money to rent a room on the nights that it rained a lot. She was getting in trouble with local bad guys who wanted a pretty skirt on their laps when playing a game of poker. Samantha didn't hold with that so one day they came after her and beat her up. They left her on the dark street bleeding and in pain. They had broken her left wrist and she could feel the blood slowly seeping down her shoulder where one of them had hit her repeatedly. She sat there, the place of the attack, for several hours waiting. She waited for the hope to return to her. She had nothing, no job, no money and now no town to live in. Things couldn't get much worse for her.
While she waited a man came up to her. "Excuse me miss" the man asked politely. Samantha was on edge the second he started talking. She trusted no one these days, especially those who were polite. Two years on the streets had taught her that the nicer people were the more chance they had bad intentions. "What?" she asked her voice loud and firm. The best way to deal with strangers, that she knew. "Are you ok, you look hurt?" The guy sounded concerned so Samantha looked up directly at him. He was wearing military uniform. She had heard that there were some military personnel in the area and that they were looking to recruit healthy young women for some unknown reason. Whatever it was she had heard that it paid well so she was hoping that she got a chance to meet them. 'In this state they'll probably say no before I've even asked for the job,' she thought. "Fine, as always," the last part was directed at herself. "Its just you look like you've been beaten up. Do you want me to take you to the hospital or back to your home," the guy asked sounding concerned. Samantha smiled. "Hospitals only admit people with addresses and the best doorway I can find doesn't quite cover that question. Then there'll be all the questions about my name, age, occupation and so forth, none of which I'm that willing to tell," she answered hoping this man would go away. She knew that if he was one of the people looking to employ healthy, young women then he would look right past her because she definitely didn't fit into the 'healthy' category. The man looked straight into her eyes which shined with strength. Not the physical kind but the mental. Samantha was incredibly strong willed, never letting anyone tell her what to do unless she thought it was a sensible thing to do. Spending two years on the street had also taught her not to take crap from anyone. The man looked, then asked her one of the few things that she had certainly not been expecting. "Well, maybe I can help then. I'm here in Seattle with a group of doctors. They could fix you up?" he asked. Samantha knew that this was her only chance. "Sure, thanks," she replied, pausing just a few moments to make the strange guy think that she had other possible options and that she was thinking them over. "I'm Samantha Martin, by the way," she told him, knowing that he would tell her his name. "Sorry, I forgot my manners, my name is Donald Lydecker," he told her as he helped her to her feet. Samantha winced with the action but carried on moving never the less.
Lydecker took her to his jeep and drove her a few miles to a military building where he had to show his card upon entering. After they were inside he led her to a room that contained several pieces of hospital equipment. He sat her down on the hard cot then left the room promising to be back in a few minutes with a doctor. When he returned he had a doctor with him who gave Samantha a quick examination, took some blood then after telling her that her hand only had a small fracture, he bandaged her up and gave her some drugs to take. She was then taken to a small room with a space for just a bed and not much else. To Samantha it looked like paradise.
She stayed at the military place for several days before anything particularly interesting happened. Lydecker, who had been to see her several times had come to see her and this time it looked like he might have something interesting to say. When he entered her small room he sat down on the edge of her bed and began speaking. "Hello Samantha, how are you feeling, better I hope?" he asked her. Samantha flashed him a pleasant smile before replying. "Why fine thank you Deck," He had already told her that he preferred to be called Deck. "Listen Samantha," Lydecker learned closer towards her," I have got the results of the blood test that you had several days ago and I have spoken with the doctors. They have agreed with what I said. Samantha, I have a proposition to put to you....."