Disclaimer: Me no own and you all know.
A/N: This is purely experimental and I have no idea what I'm doing here but here goes. This is a pre pilot, don't worry though, my pilot is coming and it's gonna be better than my original scrappy idea.
Dedication: Melissa and Milla, my inspirers, Scarlet and Zaz, my reality checkers, and last but not least - my readers.
I ain't no angel
Flashback
We see a baby being rushed out of a big building by a young woman. She breaks into a run and gets into a blue car and drives away.
A security guard approached her, "Ma'am, I need ID if you're going out of the manticore facility."
She hands him her ID saying "Hannah Sukova,"
The guard hands the ID back "Thank you, curfew's at 11. Have a nice day." She then drives way. We now see her at the front of a penthouse.
"I'm sorry kid, forgive me. Live well, remember, your mom loved you." And sets the child on the door mat.
End Flashback
****************************** Present
Yeah, that was 21 years ago, I'm surprised I remember. Not many 2 hour babies could remember shit that happened 21 long and boring years ago. I guess I should be grateful for knowing even that little, if I didn't. my whole life probably would have been suicide a long time ago, maybe then Egyptologists would have a mummy to work on. But that's not the case now is it?
I'm Alec Brady Cale, I'm getting bored not to mention old. Why? I'm here in front of a computer searching as I do everyday, for my roots. I don't think I even want to know why I was smuggled out of manticore, surely it couldn't have been better than this but hey, a guy has the right to know. Specially when he has to carry the weight of post pulse Seattle on his shoulders. "Eyes Only" I say out loud, it sounds really stupid now that I think about it, you see the only people I can truly be grateful to are the Cales'. Well not all the Cales' but my adoptive parents, Martha and Logan Cale. They took me in that faithful smugglers night. They're great people, were great people that is. Dad witnessed a murder 4 years ago and the bloody crooks found out, they came back for him, and they gorged his eyes out. He didn't live long after that, he was in too much shock I guess. Mom never got back to her old self, and died shortly after. So much for family, but there's always Logan, he's my big brother, inspirer, friend and pain in the ass. He was always the emotional one, the loving brother, caretaker, teacher and lets not forget all the rules he put forward,
Rule 1) No untidy rooms.
Rule 2) If you're hungry, go make lunch, do not depend on others.
Rule 3) No going out on Fridays, help mom clean the house,
Rule 4) Sunday is family day; never plan anything from 5 to 8.
Rule 5) No loud music.
Rule 6) No sleepovers.
Rule 7) No swearing
Etc. the rules were endless. He was worse than mom and dad ever were. But I also have to thank him because he shaped me to be who I am.
"Eyes Only" I say again without reason, I'm glad I live alone in the penthouse of Fogle Towers, otherwise people would seriously want to send me to a mental institute.
Logan comes over sometimes, and we spend some quality time together talking about life and chicks, sometimes EO. But "sometimes" is only once a year, Logan loves me just like his own brother, no jealously which is an exceptional quality for a man who's step brother was always favored. Anyways.
A couple of years back I found out a rather interesting turn of events. My makers i.e. Manticore lost another group of "kids." I found out what they do at Manticore shortly after my 10th "Birthday" when Logan got me a state of the art computer. He always knew I was different, so he basically helped me whenever I needed to be "more human." Actually he was the one who found out that the group of kids, namely "X5's" escaped. He has helped me ever since to locate these kids. How? Easy, Barcodes at the back of their necks, wacky if you ask me, but yeah.
Another day goes by and solving crime is getting boring so I just get back to the Manticore files, trying to find out more of my "roots". I deserve a lifetime achievement award if I'm gonna crack open all these passwords, but hey, that leaves something to do for tomorrow. So I get up rubbing my sleepy eyes and go to bed.
End - pre pilot
A/N: It's not what I thought it would end up like, I was going to get Max in here but I gotta blaze so please bear the slow progress as it's my first story.
A/N: This is purely experimental and I have no idea what I'm doing here but here goes. This is a pre pilot, don't worry though, my pilot is coming and it's gonna be better than my original scrappy idea.
Dedication: Melissa and Milla, my inspirers, Scarlet and Zaz, my reality checkers, and last but not least - my readers.
I ain't no angel
Flashback
We see a baby being rushed out of a big building by a young woman. She breaks into a run and gets into a blue car and drives away.
A security guard approached her, "Ma'am, I need ID if you're going out of the manticore facility."
She hands him her ID saying "Hannah Sukova,"
The guard hands the ID back "Thank you, curfew's at 11. Have a nice day." She then drives way. We now see her at the front of a penthouse.
"I'm sorry kid, forgive me. Live well, remember, your mom loved you." And sets the child on the door mat.
End Flashback
****************************** Present
Yeah, that was 21 years ago, I'm surprised I remember. Not many 2 hour babies could remember shit that happened 21 long and boring years ago. I guess I should be grateful for knowing even that little, if I didn't. my whole life probably would have been suicide a long time ago, maybe then Egyptologists would have a mummy to work on. But that's not the case now is it?
I'm Alec Brady Cale, I'm getting bored not to mention old. Why? I'm here in front of a computer searching as I do everyday, for my roots. I don't think I even want to know why I was smuggled out of manticore, surely it couldn't have been better than this but hey, a guy has the right to know. Specially when he has to carry the weight of post pulse Seattle on his shoulders. "Eyes Only" I say out loud, it sounds really stupid now that I think about it, you see the only people I can truly be grateful to are the Cales'. Well not all the Cales' but my adoptive parents, Martha and Logan Cale. They took me in that faithful smugglers night. They're great people, were great people that is. Dad witnessed a murder 4 years ago and the bloody crooks found out, they came back for him, and they gorged his eyes out. He didn't live long after that, he was in too much shock I guess. Mom never got back to her old self, and died shortly after. So much for family, but there's always Logan, he's my big brother, inspirer, friend and pain in the ass. He was always the emotional one, the loving brother, caretaker, teacher and lets not forget all the rules he put forward,
Rule 1) No untidy rooms.
Rule 2) If you're hungry, go make lunch, do not depend on others.
Rule 3) No going out on Fridays, help mom clean the house,
Rule 4) Sunday is family day; never plan anything from 5 to 8.
Rule 5) No loud music.
Rule 6) No sleepovers.
Rule 7) No swearing
Etc. the rules were endless. He was worse than mom and dad ever were. But I also have to thank him because he shaped me to be who I am.
"Eyes Only" I say again without reason, I'm glad I live alone in the penthouse of Fogle Towers, otherwise people would seriously want to send me to a mental institute.
Logan comes over sometimes, and we spend some quality time together talking about life and chicks, sometimes EO. But "sometimes" is only once a year, Logan loves me just like his own brother, no jealously which is an exceptional quality for a man who's step brother was always favored. Anyways.
A couple of years back I found out a rather interesting turn of events. My makers i.e. Manticore lost another group of "kids." I found out what they do at Manticore shortly after my 10th "Birthday" when Logan got me a state of the art computer. He always knew I was different, so he basically helped me whenever I needed to be "more human." Actually he was the one who found out that the group of kids, namely "X5's" escaped. He has helped me ever since to locate these kids. How? Easy, Barcodes at the back of their necks, wacky if you ask me, but yeah.
Another day goes by and solving crime is getting boring so I just get back to the Manticore files, trying to find out more of my "roots". I deserve a lifetime achievement award if I'm gonna crack open all these passwords, but hey, that leaves something to do for tomorrow. So I get up rubbing my sleepy eyes and go to bed.
End - pre pilot
A/N: It's not what I thought it would end up like, I was going to get Max in here but I gotta blaze so please bear the slow progress as it's my first story.