Chapter 1: Prologue
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A/N: Ok guys this is an AU fic and it takes place after season one finale and in this fic Max's dream sequence of what happened after taking down Manticore is what happened. None of season two happened so there's no Alec, Joshua, White, Asha, or Transhumans (they might come in later). Also some lines and music that are on the show will be used in this fic so I'm letting you know that I don't own those either.
Bold = thoughts or Point of views
Italics = emphasis
~~~ =scene change (but that won't happen till the next chapter probably)
Summary: She didn't ask to be an experiment…she didn't choose to be a fugitive…she doesn't want to be a hero…
Sometimes it seems like it happened to someone else; like maybe it was a story I heard. The hardest part is not knowing if any of them made it…but if I knew for sure that I was the only one left, it would be worse.
Canidae contains six units with eight kids each; it was funded by a place called Manticore who itself was a government cover up. Manticore was a place who did experiments on genetics and DNA using human babies trying to make a superior human; who grew up to be human weapons. Manticore wasn't happy with just using the babies they had from surrogate mothers they wanted to see how all this genetic and DNA crap would work on babies born from both mother and father. Thus began their work with Canidae, they gave money to Canidae, who then went and paid off different adoption agencies all over the country to get the babies.
The most successful unit was the sixth and final one; they mixed feline and dog DNA which is pretty ironic if you think about it since cats and dogs don't get along. Later they upgraded to neuron and motor enhancement microchips which they implanted into the necks of series six. The microchips contained six digit serial numbers which as a side effect appeared on their necks in small font and permanently stayed there. This side effect caused series six not to have names but to be called by the last three digits in their serial number. The chips were devised to make them stronger and faster; they were smart as it was, they practically covered grades K through twelve in five years and everything else they needed to know was implanted in that chip. They went through series of training and different maneuvers to become the perfect soldier or should I say…the perfect assassin.
The escape wasn't my idea…it seems like it just happened yesterday only that it's been ten years since then. We escaped in May of '09 just a few months after the escape that happened at Manticore. Trina and I wanted to stay together after all we were the youngest, she was only ten and I was nine. Conner said it was better to split up that they'd have a harder time catching us then; of course we listened to him after all he was our C.O…. our leader…our big brother. Till this day I don't know what urged Conner to plan the escape, maybe he just had enough…I mean we all did…I just wish I had a chance to thank him. We were each others family, Conner was the one who named us and at the time of the escape he was only thirteen. Eight of us left that night but I can't be for certain if eight of us made it past the perimeter fence.
Maybe Canidae didn't think we could pull of an escape after all we were only kids but even then they should have known not to underestimate us. Since they were in collaboration with Manticore you'd think they would have tightened security after the February escape of the X5 series but they didn't. Like I said maybe they thought we couldn't pull it off since we weren't naturally born superiors or maybe they were just plain stupid. Every experimented baby at Canidae was smarter, faster, and stronger more or less like an X5 but the thing about series six is the chip made us inhumanly faster, stronger, and smarter.
Canidae was held in a secluded facility just outside of New Orleans, Louisiana; the night of the escape I hitched a ride to Baton Rouge and from there I snuck onto a cargo train that took me all the way to Houston. Everything was so different out here then it was back there; it was all new and strange at the same time but I liked the feeling of freedom and choice. I didn't have to live by their rules anymore, hell; I didn't have to live by anybody's rules but my own. I met this woman who was kind enough to take me in, at first I figured I'd stay for a few days but then days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Then the pulse hit and we went from a billion dollar country to a third world country overnight. I realized that the pulse was a miracle—if you wanna believe in that sort of stuff---in disguise because this made it easier for us to disappear and harder for Canidae to find us. So instead of leaving like I had planned I stayed; the woman passed away when I was fifteen and then I was on the move again.
I went to Las Cruces, New Mexico and stayed there for a few months; I held down odd jobs but my night job as a thief was what kept me alive and it wasn't like I stole from the poor. Then I went to Phoenix, by now I was sixteen and I saw an ad in the paper that someone was selling a Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle, of course I jumped at the chance because I needed some sort of transportation. The bike was practically brand new it had barely been ridden; it was a beautiful shade of really dark blue almost black but not quite. The guy wanted ten grand for it but I only had five so he took it anyway.
Now that I had gotten myself a sweet ride I was mobile again and this time I ended up in San Diego; this wasn't my favorite place considering I got arrested for stealing pain killers. One of the side effects of the chip is I get massive migraines; I never got them back at Canidae but then again I never got any of the side effects of my mixed up DNA because of all the drugs and liquids they had us on. At first aspirin usually did the trick because it wasn't that bad but later the headaches became frequent and massively chaotic that it felt as if someone was shooting me in the head. One night in San Diego I was out of aspirin and just drinking Advil and Tylenol didn't help.
I mixed aspirin, Tylenol, and Advil together and in about twenty minutes the pain subsides and if I don't have the three it won't work. That night I went to a drug store but they were out; said they weren't getting anything till a couple of weeks and I couldn't wait that long. My only option was to sneak into a clinic and steal, I wasn't as alert because of the pain and I got caught from security. Like I said I was only sixteen so they just kept me overnight and let me out with a warning; that night I slipped the officer a fifty and he brought me some orange juice, sometimes the vitamins in it help lessen the pain and sometimes it doesn't but thankfully that night it did.
I had over stayed my welcome in San Diego so I left; I went up and down the west coast but eventually I ended up here in Seattle. I have a good thing going, a lot of rich folk to steal from; I work in a coffee house/ karaoke bar called Crimson Lights and it's in the high rise district of Seattle, gives me time to do recon on what house I'm going to steal from. I live in a not so bad but then again not so good sector, I live with my roommate---we live in a two story loft--- but it's cool because I hardly ever see him. I have my small circle of friends from work; and works good I guess I mean I get a decent paycheck and the tips are great, my boss doesn't get on my case like you'd think he would so it's cool.
It was about a year ago when I first came to Seattle and a lot has changed since then…I've changed; I came looking for the others but every time I thought I was getting a step closer it turned out to be two steps back. When I saw I was getting no where I stopped and I sort of moved on and sort of regretted it. Then I met Maria Lopez---we work together at Crimson Lights--- she's the most amazing person I've ever met. She's a true friend with a pure heart and as far as I'm concerned she's my family and my best friend. Whenever I need her she's there, she's always straight forward and honest; I wish I could tell her who I really am but I can't and that kills me.
No one can ever know that I'm a nineteen year old escaped science project on the run it'd put Conner, Trina, and the others at risk; if anything ever happened to them I could never live with myself. I just hope that they're out there somewhere and that they're ok. I've been lucky so far but luck usually runs out right? Sooner or later the past will catch up with us and if it---when it does I don't know what I'm gonna do. We came out here to be free, who knew our freedom meant living on the run always looking over our shoulder but I guess somewhere in the back of our minds we knew that we couldn't have a normal life. This wasn't what I signed up for none of us did but it's what we got and we have to deal with it.
The only thing I regret is breaking into Logan Cale's penthouse but what can I say I'm attracted to pretty things especially things I can fence for a hefty amount of money. Now he thinks I'm gonna go do the right thing…like I even care.
I didn't ask to be an experiment
I didn't ask to be faster, stronger, or smarter then the average bear
I didn't choose to be a fugitive
Having a psycho bustard put a hit out on my tail is not my idea of having fun
The last thing I wanted was to be a hero; I mean people wanted me to save the day when it hit the spans and everything
I didn't want any of it…
But I got it…
So what's a girl gonna do?
TBC
A/N: Ok next chapter I will talk more about my character you know about her special traits and what she looks like and of course what her name is. I just wanted to get all this background stuff out before all the other stuff came. So I hope you guys will read and review and I hope you like it so far, it might be a little dull at first but I promise it will get better.