Hope's
Just Not Enough
Elora
Salecite
AN: This is my vision of what the first episode
or two of Dark Angel will be like next season. I will not be surprised to see some of the plot structures be true.
Disclaimer: I do not and never could afford to own Dark
Angel, though sometimes I really wish I could trade spots with Jessica
Alba(i.e. dream scene in AJBAC).
Scene 2
Max tossed and turned on the cold metal
cot she lay on. Across her mind flicked
unknown images of some fair man with spectacles and intense blue-green
eyes. She couldn't figure out who he
was or where she knew him from, but he had kept her awake every night for the
past month. Ever sense she had come successfully
out of rehabilitation, she had been haunted by him. And although his looks were definitely pleasing, his appearance
in her thoughts was more like a nightmare than a dream. Curiosity had plagued her as to who he was,
but duty came first.
Manticore had been her home for the past
four months, and it truly could be called a home again. She didn't know why she had ever left. Now she could be back with her siblings
indefinitely, and she had no need to run ever again. Her and Brin talked often of the follies of their plan. But they were only children, and had not
known better. It had been simple
curiosity that had caused her to leave the best home she had ever known. Now she had learned better. Now she knew the true meaning of honor and
discipline, and would never forget it.
Suddenly, a sudden wave of panic hit Max
like an earthquake. It swept all across
her body and ended with a sudden sharp pain in her abdomen. It stung there like a knife twisting deeper
and deeper into her intestines. Something had to be terribly wrong. Something important.