All Alone
Chapter Two
Trigs
"Eponine!" yelled someone from across the dingy Bar. The girl who had been staring at the X5's turned her head, shaking her many curls. She was small, only about 5'3, but her hair was long and beautiful. I went down her back, and was in tight ringlets, which she pulled back into a pony tale. She was dressed in camouflage Cargo pants and a black halter-top. She had a large cross-tattooed on her arm. Her eyes were Violet, and seemed to speak volumes without her having to say a word.
"What Dirk?" she called out angrily.
"We've got a couple of drunks over by the table your watching. Escort them out please."
"Why me?"
"Cause I trust you! NOW 'Ponine!" he yelled, and Ponine shrugged her shoulders, tossed her ponytail and walked.
"What the hell is that Tattoo on your neck?" asked Ellen, another girl who worked with her at the Blue Angel Bar, which was started by Ponine's friend Ben.
"Its nothing."
"Why do you have a barcode on your neck?"
"Because I'm a genetic enhanced soldier who escaped from a lab."
"Really?"
"Ben and I got drunk one night. I'm keeping it to remind me not to drink."
"Nice," she said, "I'm gonna do that."
"Why?"
"Cause it looks cool."
"So do car crashes, are you gonna get in one of those?"
"No."
"Then?"
"Come on Eponine! Come with me when I get it!"
"Fine fine."
"Great!"
"Do you want me to draw one out for you. You don't want to be able to get scanned and have it say something stupid."
"Sure!"
"Okay," said Ponine, and she took a pen and traced out a Bar code.
"What does it mean?"
"331450074656."
"What?"
"331450074656."
"Is there a significance?"
"Yes. It's friend's old number. At my school in Africa, everyone had a student number. That one belonged to a now dead friend, Tinga."
"I don't want a dead girls number."
"It's an honour Ellen."
"Fine fine. Go get rid of the drunks."
"My pleasure," she said, and effortlessly hopped the bar and walked towards the drunken men.
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"Excuse me Boys," Eponine said in a sing song voice, "Your getting out of line here. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."
"Nah WAY!" said one, "Who the hell are you?"
"Eponine Trigiani. I own this place."
"You own it my ass. That BEN guy owned it."
"Ben left. I'm in charge."
"Make me leave!" said a second one, standing up with his back to the door.
"Sorry Sir," she said, and with one deft kick, sent him flying out the door.
"What the hell!" said Ellen, "Ponine?"
"Just a trick using momentum," she answered, "Anyone else wanna take me on?"
"Bitch!" said the second drunken guy, and he pulled out a gun. Ponine looked scared for a moment, and then pulled her own out of her holster around her ankle.
"You don't want to do this. I don't like shooting, but I don't like Guys who SHOOT me either. YOU have a choice. Drop the gun, or I call the police."
"Where's the owner?" the man bellowed, "Where's Ben?"
"Ben's gone," said Ponine, "This is my bar."
"You wouldn't shoot me!" the man taunted, "You don't have the guts."
"You never know. They said Eva never had guts, and she saved her family. Died for it, but saved them. This is Ben's dream, and you ain't messing with it."
"Die!" the drunk yelled and shot at Ponine. Jondy jumped from her table and aimed his arm up as Krit took Eponine down to the ground. Jondy kicked the drunken man in the back, and held him till the bouncers took him.
"Thank you," Eponine said, brushing herself off, "but I could have handled it."
"You're welcome," said Krit, "How did you kick that guy like that?"
"Practice. I've been on my own a few years, and I know how to take care of myself. That guy's been messing with Ben's Bar for a while. Ben would kill me if I let his bar go to Hell in a hand-basket."
"Didn't catch your name," said Jondy.
"Trigiani. Eponine Trigiani. I'm from Wyoming."
"I'm Jani, this is Kev, Sylvia, and Zephyr. We're here in town visiting the house of our dead brother. You wouldn't happen to be able to point us to 365 Ralston Street."
"The apartments next door. Can I ask who died?"
"His name was Ben."
"Tall guy, brown hair, Barcode on his neck?" asked Ellen as she and Dirk joined Eponine.
"Yeah," said Krit, "You know him?"
"He's dead?" said Dirk, "You SURE?"
"Yes. He went on a camping trip and drowned."
"Oh god," said Ellen, her hands shaking, "Ponine, Ben's dead."
"You knew him?" said Syl.
"Know him? He was my fiancée, and the father of my child," said Ellen, "Ponine, you said he told you he was going to Seattle to find his family. You SAID he'd be back."
"I know," she said, "He was. I didn't know, I couldn't, oh god..."
"Give me the Keys Ellen," said Dirk, "I'll take these people to the apartment."
"Ben," sobbed Ellen.
"The Blue Angel Bar is now closing," yelled Eponine, getting up and standing on top of a table.
"Come on," said Dirk, leading the four X5's away from Ben's sobbing Fiancée, and her familiar friend.
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"This is Ben's Apartment," said Dirk, taking Jondy, Krit, Syl and Zane into the dingy little place. It was very dark, but homey. A couch stood in the centre of the room, in front of a small TV. A large picture of the Virgin Mary was on the wall, and the Kitchen still had the smells of Dinner in it.
"Thanks," said Zane, "What we're looking for is anything on what Ben may have said about his little sister."
"You mean Igen? His little brother. He never found a little sister. Only Igen in Denver. That was the last words we got from him. His computer's in the corner. The address may be on there."
"You don't know how much this helps us," said Krit. Dirk nodded and backed out of the computer.
"If you want to know more about Ika, Eponine seemed close to her too."
"Here," said Syl, "I know we aren't here to find lost Siblings, but if we can find Ika, we ma be able to help Max."
"Did you find an Address?"
"Yes. Ika is in Mexico, with Jace and her baby. I've got a phone number."
"Anything else?" asked Zane.
"Theres an encrypted one here. Says its for that Eponine girl."
"Open it!"
"Can't. I'd need to hack in. I'll ask Eponine about it after."
"Unless Eponine is not Eponine," said Jondy, "The way she moved. She would be the little sister."
"Who?" said Krit, "Tam? Alli? Merc?"
"I don't know. Call Jace. Ask her if any other X5's went Awall."
"I know who you think it is," said Syl, "You think she's Trigs."
"What if I do?"
"Trigs is the last person it could be. Trigs was taken to the Nomalies."
"If it is her, we'll have a powerful Ally. You know Trigs was a hacker genius, as well as good soldier. If we're going to get Max, Trigs would be useful."
"And even if that isn't Trigs, I want to know what happened to her," said Zane.
"Why?" said Krit, "Why all of a sudden do you want to know about Trigs?"
"Cause Ben's dead! Ben promised her he'd get her out. I'm doing it because Ben would have wanted us to. Eva wanted her to come with us when we went. She SHOULD have come with us."
"We all have guilt," said Syl, "Zane, don't be like this."
"You don't understand."
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"Come ON Zane," said Trigs in the forest. The children were doing an escape and evade misson, and Trigs had been partnered with Brin, Tinga, Igen and Zane. Zack, Max, Ben, Eva, Jack, Jondy, Jace, Krit and Syl were all after them. They'd already gotten Brin, Tinga and Igen, but Trigs refused to go down. If they lost, it ment hours of extra Training. All Trigs and Zane had to do was get to Lyedecker and not be hit with the stun guns that the others had.
"I can't," said Zane, "Trigs, go on without me."
"X5-631 will not leave X5 372 behind. It would be too much like a Nomalie. The Nomalies leave their own behind. I am no a Nomalie," she said, picking Zane up and carrying him. They just made it out of the woods when Jondy broke through and shot. Trigs shoved Zane down and was the blast at point blank range. Zane kicked Jondy and tried to pick up Trigs.
"Get the misson done, then get me!" she yelled, convulsing. Zane bolted forward and saluted Lyedecker, as was the misson end. He turned to get Trigs, but Lyedecker shouted at him to get back in line. Soon the children emerged with the shot children being dragged, still convulsing.
"You were all caught. You are all dead!" yelled Lyedecker, "X5-372 is the only true soldier among you. I am disgraced. You will all return out here at nineteen hundred hours for extra training. All except Zane. Zane escaped and Evade."
"Why didn't you say something?" asked Zane as he tried to help Trigs up.
"Cause I know you would be back for me," she said, "I knew you tried to come back. That's all that mattered. I can handle being left behind. I can't handle the fact you didn't try, but you did."
I don't own dark Angel. I own Trigs, Ellen, Dirk and Igen. More coming, including more about Trigs life, and the intro of Igen.
Chapter Two
Trigs
"Eponine!" yelled someone from across the dingy Bar. The girl who had been staring at the X5's turned her head, shaking her many curls. She was small, only about 5'3, but her hair was long and beautiful. I went down her back, and was in tight ringlets, which she pulled back into a pony tale. She was dressed in camouflage Cargo pants and a black halter-top. She had a large cross-tattooed on her arm. Her eyes were Violet, and seemed to speak volumes without her having to say a word.
"What Dirk?" she called out angrily.
"We've got a couple of drunks over by the table your watching. Escort them out please."
"Why me?"
"Cause I trust you! NOW 'Ponine!" he yelled, and Ponine shrugged her shoulders, tossed her ponytail and walked.
"What the hell is that Tattoo on your neck?" asked Ellen, another girl who worked with her at the Blue Angel Bar, which was started by Ponine's friend Ben.
"Its nothing."
"Why do you have a barcode on your neck?"
"Because I'm a genetic enhanced soldier who escaped from a lab."
"Really?"
"Ben and I got drunk one night. I'm keeping it to remind me not to drink."
"Nice," she said, "I'm gonna do that."
"Why?"
"Cause it looks cool."
"So do car crashes, are you gonna get in one of those?"
"No."
"Then?"
"Come on Eponine! Come with me when I get it!"
"Fine fine."
"Great!"
"Do you want me to draw one out for you. You don't want to be able to get scanned and have it say something stupid."
"Sure!"
"Okay," said Ponine, and she took a pen and traced out a Bar code.
"What does it mean?"
"331450074656."
"What?"
"331450074656."
"Is there a significance?"
"Yes. It's friend's old number. At my school in Africa, everyone had a student number. That one belonged to a now dead friend, Tinga."
"I don't want a dead girls number."
"It's an honour Ellen."
"Fine fine. Go get rid of the drunks."
"My pleasure," she said, and effortlessly hopped the bar and walked towards the drunken men.
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"Excuse me Boys," Eponine said in a sing song voice, "Your getting out of line here. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."
"Nah WAY!" said one, "Who the hell are you?"
"Eponine Trigiani. I own this place."
"You own it my ass. That BEN guy owned it."
"Ben left. I'm in charge."
"Make me leave!" said a second one, standing up with his back to the door.
"Sorry Sir," she said, and with one deft kick, sent him flying out the door.
"What the hell!" said Ellen, "Ponine?"
"Just a trick using momentum," she answered, "Anyone else wanna take me on?"
"Bitch!" said the second drunken guy, and he pulled out a gun. Ponine looked scared for a moment, and then pulled her own out of her holster around her ankle.
"You don't want to do this. I don't like shooting, but I don't like Guys who SHOOT me either. YOU have a choice. Drop the gun, or I call the police."
"Where's the owner?" the man bellowed, "Where's Ben?"
"Ben's gone," said Ponine, "This is my bar."
"You wouldn't shoot me!" the man taunted, "You don't have the guts."
"You never know. They said Eva never had guts, and she saved her family. Died for it, but saved them. This is Ben's dream, and you ain't messing with it."
"Die!" the drunk yelled and shot at Ponine. Jondy jumped from her table and aimed his arm up as Krit took Eponine down to the ground. Jondy kicked the drunken man in the back, and held him till the bouncers took him.
"Thank you," Eponine said, brushing herself off, "but I could have handled it."
"You're welcome," said Krit, "How did you kick that guy like that?"
"Practice. I've been on my own a few years, and I know how to take care of myself. That guy's been messing with Ben's Bar for a while. Ben would kill me if I let his bar go to Hell in a hand-basket."
"Didn't catch your name," said Jondy.
"Trigiani. Eponine Trigiani. I'm from Wyoming."
"I'm Jani, this is Kev, Sylvia, and Zephyr. We're here in town visiting the house of our dead brother. You wouldn't happen to be able to point us to 365 Ralston Street."
"The apartments next door. Can I ask who died?"
"His name was Ben."
"Tall guy, brown hair, Barcode on his neck?" asked Ellen as she and Dirk joined Eponine.
"Yeah," said Krit, "You know him?"
"He's dead?" said Dirk, "You SURE?"
"Yes. He went on a camping trip and drowned."
"Oh god," said Ellen, her hands shaking, "Ponine, Ben's dead."
"You knew him?" said Syl.
"Know him? He was my fiancée, and the father of my child," said Ellen, "Ponine, you said he told you he was going to Seattle to find his family. You SAID he'd be back."
"I know," she said, "He was. I didn't know, I couldn't, oh god..."
"Give me the Keys Ellen," said Dirk, "I'll take these people to the apartment."
"Ben," sobbed Ellen.
"The Blue Angel Bar is now closing," yelled Eponine, getting up and standing on top of a table.
"Come on," said Dirk, leading the four X5's away from Ben's sobbing Fiancée, and her familiar friend.
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"This is Ben's Apartment," said Dirk, taking Jondy, Krit, Syl and Zane into the dingy little place. It was very dark, but homey. A couch stood in the centre of the room, in front of a small TV. A large picture of the Virgin Mary was on the wall, and the Kitchen still had the smells of Dinner in it.
"Thanks," said Zane, "What we're looking for is anything on what Ben may have said about his little sister."
"You mean Igen? His little brother. He never found a little sister. Only Igen in Denver. That was the last words we got from him. His computer's in the corner. The address may be on there."
"You don't know how much this helps us," said Krit. Dirk nodded and backed out of the computer.
"If you want to know more about Ika, Eponine seemed close to her too."
"Here," said Syl, "I know we aren't here to find lost Siblings, but if we can find Ika, we ma be able to help Max."
"Did you find an Address?"
"Yes. Ika is in Mexico, with Jace and her baby. I've got a phone number."
"Anything else?" asked Zane.
"Theres an encrypted one here. Says its for that Eponine girl."
"Open it!"
"Can't. I'd need to hack in. I'll ask Eponine about it after."
"Unless Eponine is not Eponine," said Jondy, "The way she moved. She would be the little sister."
"Who?" said Krit, "Tam? Alli? Merc?"
"I don't know. Call Jace. Ask her if any other X5's went Awall."
"I know who you think it is," said Syl, "You think she's Trigs."
"What if I do?"
"Trigs is the last person it could be. Trigs was taken to the Nomalies."
"If it is her, we'll have a powerful Ally. You know Trigs was a hacker genius, as well as good soldier. If we're going to get Max, Trigs would be useful."
"And even if that isn't Trigs, I want to know what happened to her," said Zane.
"Why?" said Krit, "Why all of a sudden do you want to know about Trigs?"
"Cause Ben's dead! Ben promised her he'd get her out. I'm doing it because Ben would have wanted us to. Eva wanted her to come with us when we went. She SHOULD have come with us."
"We all have guilt," said Syl, "Zane, don't be like this."
"You don't understand."
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"Come ON Zane," said Trigs in the forest. The children were doing an escape and evade misson, and Trigs had been partnered with Brin, Tinga, Igen and Zane. Zack, Max, Ben, Eva, Jack, Jondy, Jace, Krit and Syl were all after them. They'd already gotten Brin, Tinga and Igen, but Trigs refused to go down. If they lost, it ment hours of extra Training. All Trigs and Zane had to do was get to Lyedecker and not be hit with the stun guns that the others had.
"I can't," said Zane, "Trigs, go on without me."
"X5-631 will not leave X5 372 behind. It would be too much like a Nomalie. The Nomalies leave their own behind. I am no a Nomalie," she said, picking Zane up and carrying him. They just made it out of the woods when Jondy broke through and shot. Trigs shoved Zane down and was the blast at point blank range. Zane kicked Jondy and tried to pick up Trigs.
"Get the misson done, then get me!" she yelled, convulsing. Zane bolted forward and saluted Lyedecker, as was the misson end. He turned to get Trigs, but Lyedecker shouted at him to get back in line. Soon the children emerged with the shot children being dragged, still convulsing.
"You were all caught. You are all dead!" yelled Lyedecker, "X5-372 is the only true soldier among you. I am disgraced. You will all return out here at nineteen hundred hours for extra training. All except Zane. Zane escaped and Evade."
"Why didn't you say something?" asked Zane as he tried to help Trigs up.
"Cause I know you would be back for me," she said, "I knew you tried to come back. That's all that mattered. I can handle being left behind. I can't handle the fact you didn't try, but you did."
I don't own dark Angel. I own Trigs, Ellen, Dirk and Igen. More coming, including more about Trigs life, and the intro of Igen.