DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters; they are the brilliant
creation and property of James Cameron, FOX etc. I do own Faith and some
minor characters, but you know the rest.
SPOILERS: Takes place after Freak Nation - the imaginary season 3.
Chapter Twenty-two:
Dix pushed the door open to Alec's apartment. The place was a mess, which surprised him because he knew Alec was finicky clean. He walked around boxes of Faith's stuff, into the kitchen. He recoiled back as the pungent stench of alcohol hit him. Alec was lying on the floor, surrounded by bottles. Transgenics didn't tend to get drunk, but the amount here would give a human poisoning. A photo frame of Faith and Alec lay smashed on the ground next to the wall. Dix sighed and eased Alec up, holding his breath as the X5 came to. He was a dirty, unshaven, smelly disaster. He hadn't moved for days, except for more alcohol. "Alec? Dammit, snap out of it!" Dix punched him and Alec's head slammed into the wall. He winced and circulated his jaw. He blinked, adjusting his eyes and looked at his steaming friend, "I'm out, just gimme a minute. Ugh..." Dix helped him up, only for him to fall down again. He picked Alec up and dragged him into the bathroom, dumping him in the shower with all his clothes and turned on the cold water. "Cool down you idiot. You act like you don't know who you are no more!", He yelled at the X5, before finally turning off the tap. "Who am I then?" "You tell me. I know who I am. Right now. But who are you?" "Alec." Dix turned on the water again. "X5-494." The water still ran, it was freezing, an excruciating ice cold. "I don't know! I don't know... I don't know who I am." Dix turned off the water, looking his straight in the eye, "Then you better figure out. We need a CO who knows. Clean yourself up and figure it out before you lose everything you've got. And believe me, that ain't much." He turned and walked out, leaving Alec collapsed on the shower floor shivering.
'Bam!' The punching bag sailed up into the air, as Alec's foot connected solidly with it. He threw a series of punches at it, before spinning a fly kick into it. His bare, muscular chest shone as he twisted about, kicking, punching, never stopping. It was relentless. Purely animal. He had been there for hours, but he wasn't tired - he was running on pure adrenaline. He felt nothing. A huddled group of transgenics watched him from afar. No one dared to approach him. He wasn't human anymore. He was a soldier. Nothing more. He evoked fear in them all.
Alec collapsed onto his bed. The room was bare, all traces of Faith had been packed up, piled into a spare closet. He hadn't touched the piano in weeks, nor stopped by her grave. Dix had awoken something within him when he had been confronted. Something primal. Alec knew now that he was what he was designed to be, a dangerous killing machine. A soldier who shouldn't have emotional attachments. Too many people got hurt that way. Alec rolled onto his back and closed his eyes, drifting off.
Chapter Twenty-two:
Dix pushed the door open to Alec's apartment. The place was a mess, which surprised him because he knew Alec was finicky clean. He walked around boxes of Faith's stuff, into the kitchen. He recoiled back as the pungent stench of alcohol hit him. Alec was lying on the floor, surrounded by bottles. Transgenics didn't tend to get drunk, but the amount here would give a human poisoning. A photo frame of Faith and Alec lay smashed on the ground next to the wall. Dix sighed and eased Alec up, holding his breath as the X5 came to. He was a dirty, unshaven, smelly disaster. He hadn't moved for days, except for more alcohol. "Alec? Dammit, snap out of it!" Dix punched him and Alec's head slammed into the wall. He winced and circulated his jaw. He blinked, adjusting his eyes and looked at his steaming friend, "I'm out, just gimme a minute. Ugh..." Dix helped him up, only for him to fall down again. He picked Alec up and dragged him into the bathroom, dumping him in the shower with all his clothes and turned on the cold water. "Cool down you idiot. You act like you don't know who you are no more!", He yelled at the X5, before finally turning off the tap. "Who am I then?" "You tell me. I know who I am. Right now. But who are you?" "Alec." Dix turned on the water again. "X5-494." The water still ran, it was freezing, an excruciating ice cold. "I don't know! I don't know... I don't know who I am." Dix turned off the water, looking his straight in the eye, "Then you better figure out. We need a CO who knows. Clean yourself up and figure it out before you lose everything you've got. And believe me, that ain't much." He turned and walked out, leaving Alec collapsed on the shower floor shivering.
'Bam!' The punching bag sailed up into the air, as Alec's foot connected solidly with it. He threw a series of punches at it, before spinning a fly kick into it. His bare, muscular chest shone as he twisted about, kicking, punching, never stopping. It was relentless. Purely animal. He had been there for hours, but he wasn't tired - he was running on pure adrenaline. He felt nothing. A huddled group of transgenics watched him from afar. No one dared to approach him. He wasn't human anymore. He was a soldier. Nothing more. He evoked fear in them all.
Alec collapsed onto his bed. The room was bare, all traces of Faith had been packed up, piled into a spare closet. He hadn't touched the piano in weeks, nor stopped by her grave. Dix had awoken something within him when he had been confronted. Something primal. Alec knew now that he was what he was designed to be, a dangerous killing machine. A soldier who shouldn't have emotional attachments. Too many people got hurt that way. Alec rolled onto his back and closed his eyes, drifting off.