Rating- umm PG??
Disclaimer- I don't own Dark Angel and I only have a few dollars so please don't sue me :J
A/N- this is my first fan-fic (I know it's probably short and stupid but I don't really care)so please R&R, constructive criticism is welcome, but flames aren't. Thanks!
My life has always been a nightmare. I never knew my father, he was just another customer of my mother; who spread her legs to any man who would give her the money to pay the bills. My mother was never there to take care of me or love me or do any of the things that I imagine mothers do, she had to work all night just to get enough money to feed me and my brothers and sisters. My childhood was filled with danger and malevolence, and I was dangerously close to choosing a path in life that mirrored my mothers.
I began to take drugs to get away from all the horrors of life, and by the time I was 13 I was a addict. One night, after I got sick from and overdose, I crawled into an alley, hoping to die. That's when I saw her, she was young and pretty, and looked normal but she moved like no one I knew. She was so strong and quick, I watched in the shadows as she dodged bullets and took down several large men. She left as abruptly as she entered but she had an incredible impact on my life.
I've never told any one about her, they would just believe it was a hallucination brought on by the drugs, but I know what I saw, a real life Superwoman. I read about her in Pre-Pulse comics that my brother adores. She fights evil and makes the world better. It's nice to know that she is out there and is working to make this world a better place and I'm glad I got a chance to see her, she inspired me to improve my own life as she improves others.
Disclaimer- I don't own Dark Angel and I only have a few dollars so please don't sue me :J
A/N- this is my first fan-fic (I know it's probably short and stupid but I don't really care)so please R&R, constructive criticism is welcome, but flames aren't. Thanks!
My life has always been a nightmare. I never knew my father, he was just another customer of my mother; who spread her legs to any man who would give her the money to pay the bills. My mother was never there to take care of me or love me or do any of the things that I imagine mothers do, she had to work all night just to get enough money to feed me and my brothers and sisters. My childhood was filled with danger and malevolence, and I was dangerously close to choosing a path in life that mirrored my mothers.
I began to take drugs to get away from all the horrors of life, and by the time I was 13 I was a addict. One night, after I got sick from and overdose, I crawled into an alley, hoping to die. That's when I saw her, she was young and pretty, and looked normal but she moved like no one I knew. She was so strong and quick, I watched in the shadows as she dodged bullets and took down several large men. She left as abruptly as she entered but she had an incredible impact on my life.
I've never told any one about her, they would just believe it was a hallucination brought on by the drugs, but I know what I saw, a real life Superwoman. I read about her in Pre-Pulse comics that my brother adores. She fights evil and makes the world better. It's nice to know that she is out there and is working to make this world a better place and I'm glad I got a chance to see her, she inspired me to improve my own life as she improves others.