Knocking on my enemy's door
Summary: She had the 'luck' of having no barcode. Now, in the war between humans and transgenetics, she hides in a foster family, none of them knowing her true identity.
Disclaimer: I own Anna, and there are hardly any appearances of Max and Logan in her. Still they belong the James Cameron and Charles Eglee.
Chapter #2 - Always out
I couldn't have chosen a worst night to break into the transgenic base. It's raining, and cold. Not that I feel it, but the rain does annoy me. I'm starting to worry myself, because I have never been annoyed by the weather before.
Splashing up water as I walk, I begin to think about what I'll see. Maybe I'll find X6-900, or whatever she calls herself now. But I am not going to stay in there. My first steps to the outside world were being adopted, cared for and loved. I'm not going to give up on the only family that truly ever loved me, no matter what the transgenetics think of it.
But why am I worrying about anything? It's not like I am going to talk to them, I just want to check the place out. Want to see what became of unit 6B.
It's that I was lost in thought, otherwise I would've noticed the red lights or the shouting coming from the crowd around Terminal City. It's amazing to see how many people would actually ditch their lives for something this... Dumb. There is no other word for it. It's like they're waiting for the transgenics to go out and wave the sickening white flag saying 'We surrender'.
Like hell they will. I know them well enough to know that they won't give up.
I see camera crews walking through the crowd, stopping people and asking them questions. A small smile forms on my face as I walk through the crowd. Collar down. No need to look suspicious.
No one even glances at me.
Idiots.
It has been four days since the news about barcodes came out. I watched the t.v in horror as they showed a morgue, filled up with bodies of transgenics. A few minutes later, flames took over the entire building.
They burned every body. And the ashes were thrown into a dumpster. For the first time, I was happy that I didn't have a barcode.
And the only goal of the scene was to let people know that they had to watch out for barcode 'tattoos'.
I didn't let my tears escape, but instead I went up stairs to help my 'mom' with her work. She asked me why I was so white, I simply told her I was feeling a little on the off-side.
The gates of Terminal City are very close to me now. I stand in the crowd, watching them. As if they might crack under the shouts. It's all up to me now. I can enter. Or I can turn around.
A little voice in my head tells me turn. And I do. I fight my way through the crowds, until I see the street.
My footsteps echo through the alley, as I walk through it. The darkness of the night cloathes around me, and I see the eys of the many stray dogs following my every movement.
I wish I had the guts to jump that fence right in front of those people, to show them I ruled them. But as always I chickened out.
I always was the weakest one. The one to take the pain for my unit. It left me bitter over the years, ignoring everyone. I simply trained and obeyed. That was all they wanted.
The rain has stopped, and I'm debating on returning 'home', or sleeping outside. Home.. Nice, warm fluffy bed... Outside... Cold wet cardbox.
Home it is.
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A/N: Heh, and still you don't her name (Okay, maybe y'do...) Disclaimer and the rest is in chapter #1 - which does contain some little spelling mistakes.
Summary: She had the 'luck' of having no barcode. Now, in the war between humans and transgenetics, she hides in a foster family, none of them knowing her true identity.
Disclaimer: I own Anna, and there are hardly any appearances of Max and Logan in her. Still they belong the James Cameron and Charles Eglee.
Chapter #2 - Always out
I couldn't have chosen a worst night to break into the transgenic base. It's raining, and cold. Not that I feel it, but the rain does annoy me. I'm starting to worry myself, because I have never been annoyed by the weather before.
Splashing up water as I walk, I begin to think about what I'll see. Maybe I'll find X6-900, or whatever she calls herself now. But I am not going to stay in there. My first steps to the outside world were being adopted, cared for and loved. I'm not going to give up on the only family that truly ever loved me, no matter what the transgenetics think of it.
But why am I worrying about anything? It's not like I am going to talk to them, I just want to check the place out. Want to see what became of unit 6B.
It's that I was lost in thought, otherwise I would've noticed the red lights or the shouting coming from the crowd around Terminal City. It's amazing to see how many people would actually ditch their lives for something this... Dumb. There is no other word for it. It's like they're waiting for the transgenics to go out and wave the sickening white flag saying 'We surrender'.
Like hell they will. I know them well enough to know that they won't give up.
I see camera crews walking through the crowd, stopping people and asking them questions. A small smile forms on my face as I walk through the crowd. Collar down. No need to look suspicious.
No one even glances at me.
Idiots.
It has been four days since the news about barcodes came out. I watched the t.v in horror as they showed a morgue, filled up with bodies of transgenics. A few minutes later, flames took over the entire building.
They burned every body. And the ashes were thrown into a dumpster. For the first time, I was happy that I didn't have a barcode.
And the only goal of the scene was to let people know that they had to watch out for barcode 'tattoos'.
I didn't let my tears escape, but instead I went up stairs to help my 'mom' with her work. She asked me why I was so white, I simply told her I was feeling a little on the off-side.
The gates of Terminal City are very close to me now. I stand in the crowd, watching them. As if they might crack under the shouts. It's all up to me now. I can enter. Or I can turn around.
A little voice in my head tells me turn. And I do. I fight my way through the crowds, until I see the street.
My footsteps echo through the alley, as I walk through it. The darkness of the night cloathes around me, and I see the eys of the many stray dogs following my every movement.
I wish I had the guts to jump that fence right in front of those people, to show them I ruled them. But as always I chickened out.
I always was the weakest one. The one to take the pain for my unit. It left me bitter over the years, ignoring everyone. I simply trained and obeyed. That was all they wanted.
The rain has stopped, and I'm debating on returning 'home', or sleeping outside. Home.. Nice, warm fluffy bed... Outside... Cold wet cardbox.
Home it is.
=-=
A/N: Heh, and still you don't her name (Okay, maybe y'do...) Disclaimer and the rest is in chapter #1 - which does contain some little spelling mistakes.