Title: Untitled
Author: Jamie
Disclaimer: Well in dreamland I do, but in this world not really.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: This takes place during season one of Dark Angel sometime around "female trouble".
Authors Note: This is my first fic. So please go easy on me. Also keep in mind that I haven't been able to keep up with dark angel as much as I would like, I've only seen a few eps. of season two.that's why this fic is taking place in season one.[b]but[/b] I still may say things that have or will be contradicted in season two, so please for give me. Thank you and hope you enjoy my fic.
I don't remember much about my life, before being taken, just a few vague images of a man with a dark haired man with a dark thoughtful eye, and blond haired women with mystical green eyes, but that's it. My first real memory is me crying my eyes out for the man and the women as they shaved my hair off and put a barcode on the back of my neck, I cried a long time, waiting for the man to come and rescue me, and then when I stopped crying, I started again, not for the man to come, but because I new that the man would have came to take me back, to where it is I had came from, if he could.
But soon my tears stopped and with each painful experiment they put me through I became stronger and my memories of before began to depart from my mind. I allowed them to leave, most of them, anyways, it made it easier to get through the day, it made it easier to get through the experiments and the training, it made it easier not to cry, soon I only let the basic idea of the outside remain inside my mind, I remember it was better, that no one cared about how fast I could run, how far and how for how long I could do an energy blast, and most of all I remembered that there was a dark haired man who would save me if he could and a blonde haired women and mystical green eyes waiting for me to return. That's what kept my plan in motion, that's what persuaded me to do what I did, that's what made me leave Manticore.
Author: Jamie
Disclaimer: Well in dreamland I do, but in this world not really.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: This takes place during season one of Dark Angel sometime around "female trouble".
Authors Note: This is my first fic. So please go easy on me. Also keep in mind that I haven't been able to keep up with dark angel as much as I would like, I've only seen a few eps. of season two.that's why this fic is taking place in season one.[b]but[/b] I still may say things that have or will be contradicted in season two, so please for give me. Thank you and hope you enjoy my fic.
I don't remember much about my life, before being taken, just a few vague images of a man with a dark haired man with a dark thoughtful eye, and blond haired women with mystical green eyes, but that's it. My first real memory is me crying my eyes out for the man and the women as they shaved my hair off and put a barcode on the back of my neck, I cried a long time, waiting for the man to come and rescue me, and then when I stopped crying, I started again, not for the man to come, but because I new that the man would have came to take me back, to where it is I had came from, if he could.
But soon my tears stopped and with each painful experiment they put me through I became stronger and my memories of before began to depart from my mind. I allowed them to leave, most of them, anyways, it made it easier to get through the day, it made it easier to get through the experiments and the training, it made it easier not to cry, soon I only let the basic idea of the outside remain inside my mind, I remember it was better, that no one cared about how fast I could run, how far and how for how long I could do an energy blast, and most of all I remembered that there was a dark haired man who would save me if he could and a blonde haired women and mystical green eyes waiting for me to return. That's what kept my plan in motion, that's what persuaded me to do what I did, that's what made me leave Manticore.
