Readers Note: Hello everyone! This is episode 11 of season four of Dark Angel. I know it's been a very long time since I posted an episode, but this chapter took me a very long time for some reason. I guess you will be the judge of that will ya? This episode is about Alec and his issues, Renee and her parents and more about Dr. Quentin Saunders! And don't forget, there is only one more episode left until Christmas break, so make sure you stay tuned for Friday's episode. Thanks, enjoy and rate please! :)

DARK ANGEL

The Complete Fourth Season

Episode 11

"Poker Face"


Logan analyzed Joshua's face, touching his newly altered appearance. "It is pretty amazing how this Dr. Saunders's did your face." he said. Max and Renee stood behind with their arms crossed watching as Logan played with Joshua's cheeks and bone structure. Renee grabbed her purse from behind the kitchen counter and searched for her keys to her car. Max averted her eyes over to her and curiosity struck.

"Where are you off too?" Max asked. Renee pulled her keys out and stuffed two sheets of paper into her pocket. She put her hair up into a ponytail and tightened.

"I have a really good lead on the death of my parents. I know -i-Corp was involved in everything but who exactly is the question. I'm meeting up with a guy named Jose with apparent information about my father." she explained. Max watched as she left the apartment and turned her attention back to Logan's ranting. Meanwhile, Renee headed down the apartment steps and into the underground parking lot. Finding her car, she pressed the button of the key to unlock the doors. Gripping the handle, she pulled to open when a hand caressed her own. Renee jumped out of the way and looked at the man who was standing beside her. "Jose?" she asked. He looked at her with his hood covering most of his appearance; almost like hiding from someone.

"We need to talk somewhere else. There's a restaurant down the street, come with me." he demanded as Renee locked her car and followed his down the path to the beaming sun light ahead. Walking down the street, Renee passed homeless folks and Sector police patrolling their designations. As they approached Original Cindy's restaurant, the man swung the door forward and they quickly entered. Sitting the in furthest corner, Renee asked Jose what was going on.

"Okay, this whole mysterious act is kind of getting old. Tell me what's going on!" she demanded. He lifted his hood and exposed his identity to Renee. Lost, she shrugged shoulders not remembering who he was.

"I've waited for a long time for this, Renee Virgina Hart." he said. Renee began to tear when she came to the realization that he was her long lost father, William Mckanas Hart.

"Dad?" she spat out. His face then warmed to her sweet voice.

"I know it's hard to believe but I have so much to tell you and you must start listening now because I don't have much time.," explained William. Renee was so full of shock that she couldn't even say a correct sentence.

"A-A-are you J-Jose as well?" she questioned. "Because I was supposed to meet with this Jose person."

"Yes but there is not much time left to talk. Is there another time we can meet perhaps?" her father asked. Renee thought about her plans for the week and looked back at her father. What a shock that he was sitting right in front of her at the moment. For most of her life, she lived with the plaguing thoughts that her parent's were killed by -i-Corp. It was made to look like the average car crash but Renee thought different.

"Meet me at a bar named Crash tomorrow night. I think we will blend into the large crowd. Trust me, that is the only place that people go to at night. There, we can talk about my life that you missed." said Renee. William Hart looked at his daughter from across the table and slowly reached out to her cold hand and held it tight. Gazing into his daughter's eyes his smile widened.

"I've missed you so much, Renee. When your mother and I first met you in the hospital, we vowed together that we would never leave your side. We would make sure that you would be safe and sound in our arms, our protection from the world that you have unfortunately grown up into. Trust me when I say, I had big plans for you Renee." William said grabbed his jacket and throwing the hood over his head. Sliding out the door, Original Cindy entered the seating area in her restaurant. She rubbed her dish clean and eyed Renee down as she sat at the table alone.

"Where did your little friend leave to?" Cindy questioned as she walked closer to her. Renee did not respond for three seconds until she realized Cindy was right beside her. Startled, Renee stood up and pushed her hair out of her face.

"He had to go for now. Is there anything I can help you with?" Renee asked trying to gear the conversation into another route. Original Cindy suspected something was going wrong with Renee and the man that had just left her restaurant. Itching her head beneath her straight weave, Cindy looked at the door and back at Renee.

"Mhm, I see you tonight gal?" she asked. "Logan is having a little get together to talk about enemies. It's getting to the point that we can't even count with our fingers how many people are after us. Not only is that stupid Asha-bot bitch running the streets, that facility named -i-Corp is a constant thorn in my black ass. If it was up to me, I would be kicking them bitches down." Cindy said. Renee shook her head.

"Ya, I'll see you then. Look, I have head out and do somethings before tonight, so if anyone asks, I'm out." said Renee as she left the restaurant.

--

Alec walked down a narrow alleyway as he counted a large bundle of one hundred dollar bills in his hands. Steam blew in his face, not even inflicting any pain as this determined man approached a giant, iron door. Gripping the rusty handle, Alec entered inside the rustic building. Upon entering, he was welcomed by two ladies wearing pink and black lingerie with c-notes hanging out of their bras. "Welcome back Mr. Alec, we missed you." A stripper named Lynn said as she guided him into a room where a circular table had seven men sitting around. The dealer threw cards in everyone's directions as they played a serious game of poker.

Alec analyzed the contestants playing the game of poker. He zoomed in on one players' hand, viewing that he had three aces. Looking at the three cards faced-up on the green velvet table, a ace was placed as the fourth. As the transgenic threw his hands up into the air in victory, his component opposite to him across the table was shot to death. Alec backed away as he witnessed the murder. The transgenic that won grabbed the thousands of dollars from the pot and headed towards the door a richer man. He patted Alec on his shoulder as he held the crinkled bills against his chest. "Good luck, dude. You are going to need It." the victorious transgenic nudged as he left the poker game.

Alec approached a large, built man with his wide arms crossed at chest. His heavy breathing was complemented by his husky voice. Antonio was Seattle's most wanted mob leader for a couple of years now. Since the release of transgenic projects from Manticore's facility, Antonio has found a creative way for making business. Secretly, he has held these corrupt poker tournaments away from any witnesses that may leak his information. Handing Antonio his share of money, Alec sat down at the poker table. Antonio stood near the table, viewing all the poker players who were attending this game.

"Each of you has submitted one thousand dollars to play. The rules are as followed, the person who looses their hand each round is killed. You all payed to risk your life and be the last one standing to earn the most money you can. The winner of this tournament will be five grand richer in their pocket. In these days, that's gold." Antonio said with his Latino accent. The women placed beside everyone the amount of chips they purchased. Alec swallowed deeply and looked at his competition. Five sat around him, making him the sixth and final competitor. Christa, a waitress in this illegal group of people handed the deck of cards to the dealer, Antonio. "Let the games begin!"

DARK ANGEL

Sara was feeling extremely better after taking her pill before lunch. The protein barrier that was getting stronger around her baby was protecting the flames from destroying anything important. One may ask how a human body can carry such unbelievable amounts of heat; well the ugly truth for Sara was that she couldn't. Manticore may had created her with the ability to develop a living flame before peoples' eyes but she wasn't meant to last with the body of genetics she was given. Usually, anything that was created in Manticore would have the necessary strength to hold her strong abilities. She often pondered that idea but decided that she wouldn't think about her past today. Feeling better than normal, getting some shopping done and having one-on-one girl talk with Original Cindy has made it a lot better for her to handle. Linsay came dragging into Sara's apartment with grocery bags filled with fresh fruits and vegetables that they had purchased from a Chinese market not far from home. "Holy girl, do you need all this stuff?" Linsay asked. Cindy came into the apartment just after Linsay holding even more bags.

"No, I believe the question remains whether she will be able to eat all of this food." she said dropping the bags. Sara smiled and suddenly bent down in shock with her eyes shut tight. Cindy ran to her aid as Linsay looked for pills in Sara's purse to give her. Sara blocked Cindy from getting any closer as she lifted herself up and smiled.

"I'm okay," she said. "The baby kicked for the first time!"

Cindy and Linsay jumped for joy and placed their hand upon Sara's belly, feeling each kick as the baby turned. Distracted, Cindy and Sara did not notice Linsay as she tucked a mysterious envelope into her jacket pocket with "Phoenix Attorney" written formally upon the pale surface. She was hiding something from Cindy that she didn't want to see, something she received the previous night. The three girls all jumped for joy as thoughts of Alec came to Sara's mind. She couldn't help but miss him after all this time apart. She often wondered if they were making a huge mistake not going forward with the wedding.

Sara always wanted a princess wedding; being all-beautiful and most of all, normal. She would remember dreaming on lonely nights in Manticore about her wedding in the future. The day she would commit herself to another was a day she always longed for. As Cindy and Linsay sat on the couch in the seating area, Sara walked to a hazel-stained cabinet. Pulling door open, she grabbed her shiny diamond ring into her hands. Caressing gently, a tear streamed quietly down her forlorn cheek. The things he must had done to get this ring she thought as the ring reflected rays of sparkling light. She put the ring back into the cabinet and locked it tight from the world.

--

Lauren Benello gracefully entered her office floor, hugging the print of the weekly issue. Greeting a morning 'hello' to Helen Lorenzo as she passed her side, hitting her shoulder on the way out. Sitting down in her cubicle, she started to type the next column of the paper. Typing the title, she thought that she would make an article about a formal apology to Max and the transgenics. She saved her life; they aren't bad at all like the media made them out to be. Worst of all, there was that creature that stole her wanting them dead.

Lauren still had to grasp that her blood was unlike any other. X63 thought that was tasty, which didn't bother Lauren at all. She often thought she was a treat. Giggling to herself, the stretching smile ached her dark, healing bruise. Unwanted memories plagued her thoughts as she rubbed her cool arms. "C'mon Lauren, get it together. Mr. Howard said that he wanted to the column done by tomorrow.

Listening to Lauren as she recited the same sentence over and over again, Tim Howard tapped her on the shoulder. "Yes, I would like that column done by tomorrow. We have a deadline that is approaching very fast. The Holidays are approaching and I wanted to get out best news out before the long break." he mentioned. Lauren slightly lifted her head up to look at her boss standing before her.

"I know sir, I've been trying to get this done by tomorrow. I think I might have a really good story for the paper." Lauren said. His eyebrow arched high with interest to hear about her apparent intriguing story. Adjusting his glasses high above her nose, Tim Howard glanced at her computer screen.

Reading her title in bold font, he backed away shaking his head. "What is this?" he asked concerned. Her smile quickly frowned as she was caught off guard.

"What do you mean 'what'?" asked she. Tim Howard tensed just thinking about the subject matter. Anything to do with the transgenics infuriated him greatly and to see that one of his best reporters is writing about them made him sick.

"Lauren, offering those monsters an apology for that wonderful article you wrote prior is absolutely unacceptable. Being the advent viewer of the news that I am, I've been following this 'Manticore' issue for some time. Now because someone so stupid released all those creatures from that hellhole, we have to pay. You know how many lives deceased because of those things; too many to count after several months of watching. A prime example would be what happened on live news about that blind woman found dead with her neck completely twisted. They are capable of things normal humans aren't, Lauren. If I were you, I wouldn't want to risk my career over shaking hands with the other side." he explained. Lauren was in utter shock hearing the words that leaked out of his foul mouth.

"I would like to say something important before you leave. These transhumans are not what you think they are. I do agree that they have abilities beyond normal human existence, but to assume that they are unlike any other person is breaching territory anyone should never touch. They saved Marcus's and my life from something even worse than them. They have more troubles than anyone I have ever met. The enemies just pile and pile until they can't fight any longer. We are not helping with this anti-sentiment towards them." Lauren spoke with absolute authority. Tim was impressed with Lauren's strength in words, but she was only digging her own grave.

"I don't have time to talk with you about those creatures. They are nothing but trouble in this society and only chaos has won. I have a meeting with a government facility, so If you don't mind, I'm going to go promote our company." he said as he walked out of the office area. Lauren was tense, but soon after she learned to relax, her shoulders loosened and fists released. Glancing at her bright computer screen, she began to doubt the story after what she heard. Behind a wall adjacent to Lauren, Helen viewed closely. If there was one person Helen hated most, it was Lauren and her successful career in New World Weekly; their boss always loved Lauren over her work and for some reason, Marcus did too. Now, the two lovebirds are a couple and Helen is left out once again. Helen was waiting for the perfect opportunity to take Lauren down a peg or two from her hierarchy.

Walking up to Lauren at her desk, she smiled. "What are you writing about Benello?" asked she. Lauren looked at the screen and quickly minimized the article about the transgenics.

"I was just brainstorming for next week's column. What about you?" challenged Lauren. Helen straightened her posture and looked out the window of the office area. The tall buildings of Seattle towered over crowded civilians walking every direction. Upon averting her eyes over to Lauren she smiled once more.

"It's a mystery to me still. I have yet to channel what I am going to write for next week." Helen replied. Lauren nodded her head, agreeing.

"I know what you mean; I think everyone is having that kind of problem."

"I beg to differ," Helen snapped. "Later." she said walking out of the office room. Lauren shook her head trying not to think about Helen's resentment towards her on top of her other problems.

--

Logan, Joshua and Max scanned the computer screen, looking for various pieces of information they could put together about Dr. Quentin Saunders. Yet another person Max had to put onto her list of people to find. Her life was just a rather large and complicating puzzle and she needed to put the pieces together and finally get the answers she needed; however they were too hidden.

"Do you have anything on him yet?" she asked. Logan pulled up a black and red profile of Quentin on his screen. The three of them glared at the screen intensively, trying to gather the little information that was given.

Quentin Charles Saunders

Age: 49

Spouse(s) - Debra Saunders (deceased), Elsa Saunders (divorced)

Current Status: Unknown

Occupation: Saunders worked at Manticore under the authority of the Committee and his partner Sandeman. After Sandeman signed Manticore to the Committee, he fled Seattle, leaving behind everything. Dr. Saunders continued his research to discover a cure for the deformity of the original prototypes, such as Sandeman's first and second.

Joshua's eyes widened as he read this profile on Dr. Saunders. "That's me, Max." he said. Logan smiled and placed his hand onto Joshua's shoulder to make him feel comfortable. Max looked down at his list of two spouses he once had.

"That's something to go on. Am I right?" she questioned. "If we can locate Elsa, his latest wife, we may be able to know where he is and get some answers."

Logan rolled on his chair over to his other desk. "Let me contact Matt Sung, he might have some answers about her current location. I'm sure after settling back at work, he could do a little something for me. No bullet can take down a single man." he laughed, recalling frightful events that changed his life forever. The paralyzation was just one thing, but being warped into this world with Max was not only thrilling but also scary. He never really had the guts to tell Max the truth about how he feels about the whole entire situation. He averted his eyes over to her, scanning her olive-ton skin, those moist, large lips and beautiful skin. It was hard to resist, too bad she's not in heat Logan thought; however, after he realized the error in that thought, he quickly wiped his mind free. Max stood up, all ready for battle once again: her normal routine. Picking up the phone, he dialled Matt's number. Joshua and Max could hear faint chatting from the other-line, awaiting information vital to them.

Logan nodded his head constantly after every word Matt spoke. "I need you to locate a woman by the name of 'Elsa Saunders', she's a wife of one of the scientists that use to work for Manticore." he answered, his question was then followed by more faint words spoken and some more nodding heads. When Logan hung up the phone, he handed her a napkin where he scribbled the directions. "I swear Matt is getting better at locating people we need after all these years. Elsa Saunders lives on Pine Ave, just after Market Street. Be safe, I don't want those current seizures running you down during this outing. Do you have pills equipped with you?" Logan wondered. Max tapped her pocket to signal the bottle of pills that were ready if needed.

"Gotta blaze, see you guys soon." Max shouted as she ran out of his apartment, leaving him wanting more. Riding her motorcycle down a narrow street of Seattle, the dismal clouds hovered over her like a dark sheet. Tall buildings lost their reflections upon windows and sun wasn't seen for days. Little splashes of brown water landed on her jacket as she rode down the crowded market place.

The thing that bothers me the most is that people don't try to stop this 'depression'. I mean, they have suffered for so many years it's like their life now, to suffer. I'm too busy for that right now, I'm trying to stick with one saving the planet act at a time.

Heading towards a small shack outside of Market Street, she parked her bike upon the dampened grass. Pushing her hazel hair behind her back, Max stepped up the rotted, wooden steps that led to the front door. Knocking on it once, then twice, then a third time, an old woman answered. With her liver-spotted handles, she shook to open the screechy door. Her hair was jet white and she smiled revealing dentures. Max was confused because of her appearance as an elder woman. "I'm sorry is Elsa Saunders home at the moment?" she asked the old woman. The woman fixed her hair and smiled at Max with such twinkle in her blue eyes.

"You're speaking to her," answered she. "Is there something wrong?"

Max was lost in thought and did not speak for the longest time. "Sorry, I just thought you would be a little-"

"Younger?" Elsa asked. Max blushed while nodding her head, agreeing to Elsa's brutally honest remark.

"I actually have something to ask you about your husband Dr. Quentin Saunders." questioned Max to Elsa. Her eyes widened to hear that name after so many years. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine dear, I just find this a little funny that two people have asked me where my ex-husband is currently located." Elsa mentioned looking pretty taken over by emotion and shock at the same time. Max's brow arched high wondering who would have come to ask where Quentin was.

"Sorry to ask you this, but may I know who came to ask you where your husband lives?" Max stretched to ask. Elsa looked back into her head to remember what the person looked like exactly.

"Let me see here, tall, handsome, a young fella and has a tattoo on the back of his neck, a barcode?" she asked herself. "Ali, Alex-"

"Alec?" Max shouted in anger. Elsa jumped for joy after hearing the correct name.

"That's it, thank you dearie. It was has been bothering me since he came this morning." Elsa said. Max shook her head whispering to herself hateful words towards Alec (some which will not be said for this is a family show). Hoping on her bike, she rode off without even saying 'goodbye' to Mrs. Elsa Saunders. So many questions popped into her head as she rode off into the distance. For example, why was Elsa a lot older than Quentin Saunders himself? Another one would be why Alec came to visit her without telling anybody? First things first, Max was going to confront Alec once again for something stupid. A fast as she could, she made it too Sara's apartment. Opening the door, Sara walked into the area, smiling at Max.

"Max, what's wrong?" Sara asked as she put peanut butter onto a red, delicious apple then taking a rather large bite. Max watched as she then took a pickle out of a jar from her pocket and dipped it into mustard, also placing that into her mouth with the apple and peanut butter. Shaking the image out of her head, she chose to remember that Sara was pregnant and she would crave odd food combinations. Getting back to the main topic, she placed her authoritative voice back on.

"Where the hell is Alec?" Max demanded an answer. Sara shrugged her shoulders and bit into another pickle. Linsay walked into the room and looked at Sara's jar of pickles in her pocket. Reaching to grab one, Sara grabbed a fork out of the other pocket and threatened to pierce Linsay if she touches any of her pickles. Max viewed the whole confrontation between the women over a jar of pickles. Sara turned back to face Max and smiled once again.

"How the hell am I supposed to know, he doesn't come home anymore? Before you leave, I was reading this book on pregnancy and how mothers can have mood swings and stuff like that. Well, I've been doing great in that area; I haven't snapped once." she laughed with joy as she finished her second pickle with peanut butter. As Max stomped out of the apartment, Sara came stumbling behind her. "Wait one second, I think I do know where he is," Sara replied. "He's been playing poker with 'buddies' at this apartment in Sector five. That's his new thing now that he's free." she laughed again, walking into the apartment and shutting the door. Max growled, running down the hallway to catch up with him at his poker game.

--

General Boyd walked back and forth upon tiled floor in -i-Corp, pondering his various schemes. "When is he going to be here?" he fiercely asked a guard beside him on patrol. The man stood scared and speechless after Boyd's shouting. "Useless," he snarled. "Where do I get these people from?" he then asked himself. Suddenly, another worker of his ran into the lab with better news to hear.

"Sir, a man is here to see you. May I let him in?" he asked. General Boyd smiled and signalled for him to bring the visitor inside the laboratory. All of a sudden, William Hart (Renee's father) walked into the room with a Machiavellian grin upon his face. The old friends embraced as they met after so many years apart. William sat down on the edge of a lab bench, as General Boyd stood straight.

"So, how is the plan working? Has she given into your manipulations as of yet?" Jack Boyd asked curiously. William nodded his head from side to side.

"So so, it's still too hard to tell," he replied. "I'm sure once we brainwash her good enough, she will locate Eyes Only for sure. I know that she is in direct contact with him, but the identity is still secret."

"I wonder what she will say after she finds out that she's the heir in owning -i-Corp after your death."

--

After following direction after direction from homeless people on the streets, Max finally found the correct building where Alec and his poker buddies were playing their tournament. Approached by the two same women at the front counter, she pushed them aside and further advanced into the basement level of this abandoned apartment. Pushing past leaving people, she followed the loud sound of a gun shot. Running, she made her way to the circular poker table where three remaining contestants (including Alec) were fighting for the pot.

"Who in the hell are you?" asked Antonio. He lifted his fist and threatened Max from coming any closer. "You better get out of here or else!"

Max averted her eyes over to Alec, who had sweat dripping down his cheek from all the stress and playing. "I'm in," Max said as she took off her jacket and sat down at the table. Antonio took his gun and pointed it to her head.

"More the merrier," he laughed. "The rules are as follows, loose your chips, and loose your life. Last one standing amongst contestants, you win the jackpot."

"Bring it on." said Max and she ignored Alec's ranting.

"Max, what are you doing, this is not your game to win, it's mine. I need to cash more than you do!" Alec said. Max wiped her head to his side and gave him a dirty look.

"Alec! I know what you are going to do with that money. You want Dr. Saunders to help you with answers!" Max whispered. Alec backed away.

"How did you know-"

"I had a little visit with Elsa, his ex-wife!" she shouted. Antonio cocked his gun and pressed harder upon her head.

"This is no place to talk, only play." he said releasing the gun. Max gave one more look Alec's way and grabbed her hand given by the Dealer. Alec and the other transgenic then grabbed theirs, ready to play for the jackpot. Max's main goal was to stop Alec from winning the money and not allow him to receive satisfaction from doing what he was doing. Besides, this wasn't the morally right thing to do. He was competing against other transgenics for a prize of money, beating them out of the way and ultimately killing them.

Viewing her hand, she had three fives; looking at the table there were a 5 3 3 and 2. Max raised her bet to the rest of the chips. Alec jumped out and folded; the other transgenic placed his bet as well. Staring him down, he began to become intimidated by her piercing stare. The transgenic was ready to place down his hand and hope to win the round and get rid of his competitor, Max. Antonio watched closely, awaiting the drama that was near.

"Looks like lady luck is not on your side," Max said placing her hand down and revealing her three fives with the five on the table. The other transgenic was totally shocked, as he originally thought she was bluffing and lost all his chips. Antonio placed his gun on the transgenics head and shot him dead. Green liquid leaked from his head and he slumped to the ground. Max couldn't believe Antonio shot one of her people dead after loosing a game of poker. "What did you do!?" she asked standing up. Antonio yet again placed the gun near her head.

"You just don't learn missy. I told you those were the rules and you chose to stay and play the game. Now get back to the game with buddy over there."

"The name is Alec."

"Ya ya, whatever, just finish this so one of you win the jackpot and leave me alone for the night." Antonio said. Max sat back down, gathering all her chips from the other player, who is now deceased.

"Max, only one of us can survive!" Alec shouted. Max grabbed her other hand from the Dealer and smiled.

"I know."

Alec was shocked that Max could do such a thing and the only way for him to survive was to kill his own friend. When the dealer placed down two aces and a king, Max looked at her hand. Max's hand consists of two kings and an ace. Alec's hand consists of two fours and one king. Max, yet again placed all her chips into the bet. Alec shook his head trying to warn Max that he didn't want to do this anymore, but Antonio was watching closely. Max never relaxed her smile and when she played her hand, Alec had finally lost after playing so many games. His heart sank when he faced his future fate. Antonio grabbed his gun and pointed it towards Alec (his fifth victim that day). Alec didn't want to die; he had a family coming his way, a child. Max watched and suddenly used her fast agility and grabbed Antonio's gun, pushing him against the wall.

"Hey!" Antonio yelled. "This isn't part of the rules!"

"Keep your cash." she spat, grabbing the gun and walking out of the poker tournament. Alec ran after Max towards the exit and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Max, wait up!" he said. "What you did for me back there was something I need to extremely thank you for. About the Dr. Quentin Saunders thing, I wanted answers of why I'm here. So, I contacted Elsa Saunders and asked where he lived-" Alec rambled on until Max cut him off.

"Alec, save your explanation. I'm sick of you trying to piss me off all the time. All you do is bring pain and chaos into my world and I wish you would just go away!" Max said leaving the conversation and dumping the gun in a trashcan. Alec stood alone, regretting his past with breaking up with Sara and fighting with Max; always getting in the way. Alec stood there still alone and hours passed by and by again. Nighttime fell upon Seattle, blanketing it in darkness. The rain began to poor and Alec finally decided to head home. Once reaching his old apartment, he knocked on Sara's door, waiting an answer.

Sara answered the door and looked at soaked Alec. For a long moment, she thought about what she should do. He was standing right in front of her, waiting an answer from her. This was Sara's time to decide and after thinking it through, she picked the right one. She grabbed a blanket and wrapped him until he was warm. Together they lay on the couch of their apartment embracing tightly for this time, Alec was the one crying.

To be continued...........

Next Dark Angel,

The unspeakable happens when destruction and chaos comes to Seattle and affects the residents inside, including main characters whose lives will change forever!

On December 18th

Appearances

Max

Logan

Cindy

Alec

Sara

Joshua

Guest Starring

Renee Hart

Lauren Benello

Linsay Gomez

General Jack Boyd

William Hart (First Appearance)

Elsa Saunders (First Appearance)

Tim Howard

Helen Lorenzo