A/N: Hey! I'm on a roll peeps. It's another support fic in the sake of our
newfound unity. Enjoy and review please.
Disclaimer: Fox unfortunately owns Dark Angel and its characters. They however are MORONS and decided to deal DA a hand to death by putting it on Friday nights and eventually canceling it; deciding to replace it with the show now loathed by all DA fans (even before it debuts!) FIREFLY~~~ FOX is tanking it's way to hell in ratings. Screw them.
~~End Rant/Disclaimer~~~
It was a damp, cold night. Max slinked down a dark alleyway that was long and shrouded in a mysterious blackness. Even the moon wasn't shining as it had decided to hide behind the almost-always present Seattle rain clouds. She knew what she was about to do was dangerous, but she had no other choice. They had been canceled. Cancelled! It came as a shock to everyone in Terminal City and also on the outside. Now she was about to do something that she never thought she would willingly do.
She was almost to the rendezvous point when she thought she heard footsteps behind her. She paused, but decided that her imagination had gotten the best of her and moved on. As she reached the end of the alley a car pulled up and out stepped the last person she ever wanted to see……….Ames White.
"Hello 452." His voice didn't have that bite to it, as it normally did.
"Well if it isn't Ames White. The living cult loony devil." Max replied.
"I think that you have gotten me wrong…M……Ma…Ma…Max."
"Ahhh. Now tell me why this is true. I mean, you know since you tried to kill my people and my friends. And since you found it necessary to kill your wife and all."
"Maybe you should save your anger for the damned FOX execs who put us here in the first place."
There was silence for several seconds, before Max broke the tension.
"Yeah."
"Now listen 45…Max. We each have a very strong force behind us. We can bring us back. Easily."
"But we need humans, lots and lots of humans. To show society what we are made of."
Suddenly the sound of footsteps returned behind Max, and before she could turn around a small hand rested on her shoulder. She finished turning and couldn't believe her eyes. Behind her stood a mass of humans, young and older, small and larger, people of all different nationalities. Some were holding postcards, others grasping handfuls of barcodes, some were even holding camcorders and recording what they had to say.
Max looked down at the girl whose hand was on her shoulder. She was maybe only ten or eleven years old.
"We are behind you Max, you too White. In fact we are behind all of Dark Angel, who it is and what it stands for. We are here and there and everywhere, fighting for you. It is our turn to work and sacrifice. Relax. You'll be back. Freak Nation was just the beginning, Max. It was just the beginning."
AN: Reviews. And for this chapter, I wanna hear from some people and how they're gonna boycott FOX and/or Firefly. Bring it ladies and gentlemen. My theme for the week:
I HATE FOX WITH THE PASSION OF A THOUSAND BURNING SUNS. And you should too, if you don't already.
Disclaimer: Fox unfortunately owns Dark Angel and its characters. They however are MORONS and decided to deal DA a hand to death by putting it on Friday nights and eventually canceling it; deciding to replace it with the show now loathed by all DA fans (even before it debuts!) FIREFLY~~~ FOX is tanking it's way to hell in ratings. Screw them.
~~End Rant/Disclaimer~~~
It was a damp, cold night. Max slinked down a dark alleyway that was long and shrouded in a mysterious blackness. Even the moon wasn't shining as it had decided to hide behind the almost-always present Seattle rain clouds. She knew what she was about to do was dangerous, but she had no other choice. They had been canceled. Cancelled! It came as a shock to everyone in Terminal City and also on the outside. Now she was about to do something that she never thought she would willingly do.
She was almost to the rendezvous point when she thought she heard footsteps behind her. She paused, but decided that her imagination had gotten the best of her and moved on. As she reached the end of the alley a car pulled up and out stepped the last person she ever wanted to see……….Ames White.
"Hello 452." His voice didn't have that bite to it, as it normally did.
"Well if it isn't Ames White. The living cult loony devil." Max replied.
"I think that you have gotten me wrong…M……Ma…Ma…Max."
"Ahhh. Now tell me why this is true. I mean, you know since you tried to kill my people and my friends. And since you found it necessary to kill your wife and all."
"Maybe you should save your anger for the damned FOX execs who put us here in the first place."
There was silence for several seconds, before Max broke the tension.
"Yeah."
"Now listen 45…Max. We each have a very strong force behind us. We can bring us back. Easily."
"But we need humans, lots and lots of humans. To show society what we are made of."
Suddenly the sound of footsteps returned behind Max, and before she could turn around a small hand rested on her shoulder. She finished turning and couldn't believe her eyes. Behind her stood a mass of humans, young and older, small and larger, people of all different nationalities. Some were holding postcards, others grasping handfuls of barcodes, some were even holding camcorders and recording what they had to say.
Max looked down at the girl whose hand was on her shoulder. She was maybe only ten or eleven years old.
"We are behind you Max, you too White. In fact we are behind all of Dark Angel, who it is and what it stands for. We are here and there and everywhere, fighting for you. It is our turn to work and sacrifice. Relax. You'll be back. Freak Nation was just the beginning, Max. It was just the beginning."
AN: Reviews. And for this chapter, I wanna hear from some people and how they're gonna boycott FOX and/or Firefly. Bring it ladies and gentlemen. My theme for the week:
I HATE FOX WITH THE PASSION OF A THOUSAND BURNING SUNS. And you should too, if you don't already.