Disclaimer: I was talking to a lawyer recently, I asked if it was possible
to own a cancelled TV show. He looked at me funny and walked away. Until I
find another lawyer, Dark Angel isn't mine.
Costa Rica's Callin' Ya
Chapter 3
Dedication: To all the wonderful people who reviewed and left suggestions. I wanna hug y'all, so don't think of walkin' away!!!!
P.S. the Alec hurtin' in Chapter 2 was for Xio who made my tumble over in laughter as I read her mail over and over. 'Bare torso in the Costa Rican sun'?!! Ha ha ha. You're really cool!!!
A/N: Just to clear something up, there were 3 people on the flight other than Max, Logan and Alec. Curtis the pilot Devan the co-pilot Chris the emergency security personnel. (Transgenic)
I'm not using known transgenics, such as Mole because. I'm not telling you coz that'll spoil the plot, but if you review and ask really nicely, I'll tell you!!! ****************************************************************
(Recap)
"I'm not paralyzed am I?" Alec kept asking himself, eyes closed, when suddenly he felt himself being suffocated, surely Max wouldn't murder him, right?
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Curtis awoke to smell of industrial sewage and mad-language chanting. At first he thought it was just his head after the copter crash but as he slowly opened his eyes, they focused on the faces of pure amusement and shock. 'Who are these people?' he wondered, he was answered very hoarsely by a man with a fish spear in hand.
"Why you in Falaqui land?" he demanded, slamming the fish spear into the ground. Curtis was very scared now and tried desperately to answer the question.
"I. . . ah . . . fell . . . I fell!!" he exclaimed sending pleading looks to everyone surrounding him. He then realized how stupid that sounded and quickly added,
"I fell, no, had, got, from an accident, can you show me the way out, I mean no harm, I'm just looking for some friends and then we'll go home." He said hurriedly. 'Have these people heard of civilization' Curtis pondered.
Suddenly everything started spinning and Curtis could hear people laughing as they came closer and closer to him. Then, as quick as a blink, the man stabbed him with the fish spear.
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Curtis shot up from his nightmare to find sweat covering every inch of his body. He quickly looked around for anybody and saw himself facing a very scary looking man.
"Aaarrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed and broke for a run.
"Hey come back, you'll." Curtis falls, "Fall," the man finished. He then walked over to Curtis and picked him up with ease.
"Save a man's life and the next thing you know, he's sprinting for the Olympics. Pathetic." He mumbled to himself as he carried Curtis back to his bed and softly lay him down.
"Listen kid, I'm friendly if you haven't noticed, I know the beard's a little scruffy, kinda happens if ya haven't shaved in God knows how long. I'm gonna give you this herb to help the leg heal. Take it easy and you stand a change at living." He said and slowly wrapped a paste of leaves around Curtis' injured leg.
"Damn flies keep at it and you'll be dinner for 'em, this is gonna slow down the rotting if you."
"Don't kill me please." Curtis whispered.
"Oh okay, now that you mention it, I could fatten you up and then have a nice warm soup." The man said sarcastically.
"Listen, what ever your name is," he continued, "I'm not going to kill you or eat you, so relax."
"Argh!" Curtis cried as the effect of the herb started to show.
"That's gonna sting, but if you get up and have a look around maybe you'll forget about the pain," the man smiled.
"Where am I?" Curtis managed to say.
"Heard of heaven?" the man asked seriously.
"Yeah" Curtis replied with question filling his face.
"Welcome home son, we missed you." The man said hugging Curtis.
"You mean I'm DEAD?"
"No kid, this is Candyland, you just won first prize, you can have all the candy you want." The man said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Then he sighed and said,
"Look, all you gotta know is that you're safe. Nothing's gonna happen. I'm Dale, this is my home, ya can stay here for as long as you want to. I found you yesterday, ya had an accident didn't ya?"
"I did?" Curtis asked shocked
"What's your name sonny?"
"I . . . don't know." Curtis said more shocked as the minutes went by. "I think I was with some friends. . ." he said as he desperately tried to remember.
"Don't worry, you'll remember, bangs to the head can kill ya, consider yourself lucky, we'll call you . . . Sonny!" Dale exclaimed excitedly.
"Sonny?" the younger man asked, "Sonny" he repeated as if trying to convince himself. "I think that really IS my name!" he exclaimed. At this Dale smiled. I'm gonna go and get us some food. Don't go anywhere, the leg's still bad, if any funny looking people come, pretend to be asleep, understand?"
"Funny looking people?" Sonny asked
"The natives, they can be very nasty is you don't know their means of communication, but they won't hurt you. Just ignore their presence." Dale advised, then got up to leave.
"Dale!" Sonny called out.
"Sonny" he looked back.
"I'm not dead, right?" Sonny asked for reassurance.
"No son, you're in a rainforest in the middle of God knows where." He said smiling.
"How did you get here?" Sonny asked inquisitively.
"Plane crash, a LONG time ago son, this is my home now. I love it as much as I loved my home in South Carolina." Dale finished with a distant look in his eyes.
"Have a family there?"
"Nope, just me and my house."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it's fun here once you get used to it." Dale smiled on last time and walked out of his house, bow and arrow in hand.
"Where the hell am I?" Sonny asked an empty room.
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"I hate him" Max exclaimed angrily
"Max you don't mean that, sure he's a pain, but he could truly be hurt you know!" Logan argued, not sure why he was taking Alec's side.
"How can he be so stupid as to scratch old wounds?" Max asked herself more than Logan.
"Where is he Max?" Logan asked calmly once more.
"In hell for all I care."
"Max" Logan said a decibel lower.
"He's near the crash site, we should get him and start a fire, it's getting late, we'll have to look for the others first thing tomorrow, it's dangerous at night." Max stated in soldier mode, not showing any feelings. "Come on" was all she said and started walking back towards Alec."
Logan followed not too enthralled at all, but smiled anyway. 'Kill him not kiss him. Kick his ass, baby, woo hoo' was playing in his mind over and over.
Max turned around, "Logan!" she said looking at him disgustedly.
'Oh ow' Logan thought, surely he didn't say it out loud. Quickly thinking of a cover he said,
"What I meant was that, you weren't going to kiss, I mean, kill . . . no, you were going to hit him, right?" Logan asked quickly, his cover up not being so great.
"What I was going to tell you is that you just stepped on shit, a whole lot of it too." Max said as the both looked down to see Logan's shit covered feet.
This however didn't stop Max from catching a glimpse of what apparently looked like a tiger.
"I think I just saw a tiger where I left Alec" she said rather unsure of herself.
"There're panthers in forests like this Max, not tigers." Logan slowly analyzed.
"Then I saw that," she commented moving towards the area.
"You sure?" Logan asked skeptically, involuntarily taking a step back.
"Logan, If, and that's a big 'if', Alec told me the truth and he's hurt, we need to find him, and fast."
"Yeah, whatever" Logan muttered. Max and just gave him 'the look' before proceeding. What she saw stopped her heart. It was where she had left Alec, she didn't see Alec though, all she saw was just one substance. One that made all the difference between life and death . . . fresh blood.
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A/N: If you didn't like this chapter, I'm really sorry. I was very upset the whole day and I thought writing would make me feel better, apparently not, sorry about that. It's Aleclessness makes it worse. (What's happening to me?)
I know it wasn't funny at all; I'll make up for it, I promise you, but make my day a little brighter by reviewing. Thanks.
*****Sabrina*****
Costa Rica's Callin' Ya
Chapter 3
Dedication: To all the wonderful people who reviewed and left suggestions. I wanna hug y'all, so don't think of walkin' away!!!!
P.S. the Alec hurtin' in Chapter 2 was for Xio who made my tumble over in laughter as I read her mail over and over. 'Bare torso in the Costa Rican sun'?!! Ha ha ha. You're really cool!!!
A/N: Just to clear something up, there were 3 people on the flight other than Max, Logan and Alec. Curtis the pilot Devan the co-pilot Chris the emergency security personnel. (Transgenic)
I'm not using known transgenics, such as Mole because. I'm not telling you coz that'll spoil the plot, but if you review and ask really nicely, I'll tell you!!! ****************************************************************
(Recap)
"I'm not paralyzed am I?" Alec kept asking himself, eyes closed, when suddenly he felt himself being suffocated, surely Max wouldn't murder him, right?
*********************************************************************
Curtis awoke to smell of industrial sewage and mad-language chanting. At first he thought it was just his head after the copter crash but as he slowly opened his eyes, they focused on the faces of pure amusement and shock. 'Who are these people?' he wondered, he was answered very hoarsely by a man with a fish spear in hand.
"Why you in Falaqui land?" he demanded, slamming the fish spear into the ground. Curtis was very scared now and tried desperately to answer the question.
"I. . . ah . . . fell . . . I fell!!" he exclaimed sending pleading looks to everyone surrounding him. He then realized how stupid that sounded and quickly added,
"I fell, no, had, got, from an accident, can you show me the way out, I mean no harm, I'm just looking for some friends and then we'll go home." He said hurriedly. 'Have these people heard of civilization' Curtis pondered.
Suddenly everything started spinning and Curtis could hear people laughing as they came closer and closer to him. Then, as quick as a blink, the man stabbed him with the fish spear.
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Curtis shot up from his nightmare to find sweat covering every inch of his body. He quickly looked around for anybody and saw himself facing a very scary looking man.
"Aaarrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed and broke for a run.
"Hey come back, you'll." Curtis falls, "Fall," the man finished. He then walked over to Curtis and picked him up with ease.
"Save a man's life and the next thing you know, he's sprinting for the Olympics. Pathetic." He mumbled to himself as he carried Curtis back to his bed and softly lay him down.
"Listen kid, I'm friendly if you haven't noticed, I know the beard's a little scruffy, kinda happens if ya haven't shaved in God knows how long. I'm gonna give you this herb to help the leg heal. Take it easy and you stand a change at living." He said and slowly wrapped a paste of leaves around Curtis' injured leg.
"Damn flies keep at it and you'll be dinner for 'em, this is gonna slow down the rotting if you."
"Don't kill me please." Curtis whispered.
"Oh okay, now that you mention it, I could fatten you up and then have a nice warm soup." The man said sarcastically.
"Listen, what ever your name is," he continued, "I'm not going to kill you or eat you, so relax."
"Argh!" Curtis cried as the effect of the herb started to show.
"That's gonna sting, but if you get up and have a look around maybe you'll forget about the pain," the man smiled.
"Where am I?" Curtis managed to say.
"Heard of heaven?" the man asked seriously.
"Yeah" Curtis replied with question filling his face.
"Welcome home son, we missed you." The man said hugging Curtis.
"You mean I'm DEAD?"
"No kid, this is Candyland, you just won first prize, you can have all the candy you want." The man said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Then he sighed and said,
"Look, all you gotta know is that you're safe. Nothing's gonna happen. I'm Dale, this is my home, ya can stay here for as long as you want to. I found you yesterday, ya had an accident didn't ya?"
"I did?" Curtis asked shocked
"What's your name sonny?"
"I . . . don't know." Curtis said more shocked as the minutes went by. "I think I was with some friends. . ." he said as he desperately tried to remember.
"Don't worry, you'll remember, bangs to the head can kill ya, consider yourself lucky, we'll call you . . . Sonny!" Dale exclaimed excitedly.
"Sonny?" the younger man asked, "Sonny" he repeated as if trying to convince himself. "I think that really IS my name!" he exclaimed. At this Dale smiled. I'm gonna go and get us some food. Don't go anywhere, the leg's still bad, if any funny looking people come, pretend to be asleep, understand?"
"Funny looking people?" Sonny asked
"The natives, they can be very nasty is you don't know their means of communication, but they won't hurt you. Just ignore their presence." Dale advised, then got up to leave.
"Dale!" Sonny called out.
"Sonny" he looked back.
"I'm not dead, right?" Sonny asked for reassurance.
"No son, you're in a rainforest in the middle of God knows where." He said smiling.
"How did you get here?" Sonny asked inquisitively.
"Plane crash, a LONG time ago son, this is my home now. I love it as much as I loved my home in South Carolina." Dale finished with a distant look in his eyes.
"Have a family there?"
"Nope, just me and my house."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it's fun here once you get used to it." Dale smiled on last time and walked out of his house, bow and arrow in hand.
"Where the hell am I?" Sonny asked an empty room.
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"I hate him" Max exclaimed angrily
"Max you don't mean that, sure he's a pain, but he could truly be hurt you know!" Logan argued, not sure why he was taking Alec's side.
"How can he be so stupid as to scratch old wounds?" Max asked herself more than Logan.
"Where is he Max?" Logan asked calmly once more.
"In hell for all I care."
"Max" Logan said a decibel lower.
"He's near the crash site, we should get him and start a fire, it's getting late, we'll have to look for the others first thing tomorrow, it's dangerous at night." Max stated in soldier mode, not showing any feelings. "Come on" was all she said and started walking back towards Alec."
Logan followed not too enthralled at all, but smiled anyway. 'Kill him not kiss him. Kick his ass, baby, woo hoo' was playing in his mind over and over.
Max turned around, "Logan!" she said looking at him disgustedly.
'Oh ow' Logan thought, surely he didn't say it out loud. Quickly thinking of a cover he said,
"What I meant was that, you weren't going to kiss, I mean, kill . . . no, you were going to hit him, right?" Logan asked quickly, his cover up not being so great.
"What I was going to tell you is that you just stepped on shit, a whole lot of it too." Max said as the both looked down to see Logan's shit covered feet.
This however didn't stop Max from catching a glimpse of what apparently looked like a tiger.
"I think I just saw a tiger where I left Alec" she said rather unsure of herself.
"There're panthers in forests like this Max, not tigers." Logan slowly analyzed.
"Then I saw that," she commented moving towards the area.
"You sure?" Logan asked skeptically, involuntarily taking a step back.
"Logan, If, and that's a big 'if', Alec told me the truth and he's hurt, we need to find him, and fast."
"Yeah, whatever" Logan muttered. Max and just gave him 'the look' before proceeding. What she saw stopped her heart. It was where she had left Alec, she didn't see Alec though, all she saw was just one substance. One that made all the difference between life and death . . . fresh blood.
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A/N: If you didn't like this chapter, I'm really sorry. I was very upset the whole day and I thought writing would make me feel better, apparently not, sorry about that. It's Aleclessness makes it worse. (What's happening to me?)
I know it wasn't funny at all; I'll make up for it, I promise you, but make my day a little brighter by reviewing. Thanks.
*****Sabrina*****