Disclaimer: Yes, It's official, I own Dark Angel, not.
I ain't no Dark Angel
Chapter 2
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Getting up in the morning is one of my favorite activities, it's right under a column labeled "I detest these things about life," but hey, ya gotta do it one time or another.
I think my alarm clock broke again when I tossed it across the room. Poor thing, I bought it just last week; sometimes I forget my own strength but today it was completely the door's fault, it was in the way of my flying clock. I sigh and get out of bed, another wonderfully sunny day in Seattle, mother of all sunshine city's. not. It's cloudy as always and it looks like it's going to rain, nothing unusual in post pulse Seattle.
I have a quick shower and grab a leather jacket as I go out for an early morning walk. It's not that I particularly love walking but that's been all in the recreational department for the last 10 years or so. Honestly speaking, life sucks right about now, how much enjoyment is extracted from a smoky city filled with vendors and a bunch of homeless people? And to think that someday I wanna get rid of all this shit. Looking at these people I see how everyday is a constant battle for them to support their families, it's really tough out here. I have all that they could possibly wish for, and they have something I could never have: a normal life, heck, I'm abnormal to begin with. And I say this because I can feel my hands slightly shaking. I quickly take both hands out of my pocket. yup, their back, now I gotta jet home before I end up in some hospital.
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I run home at a record speed of 1.03 minutes and rush to the medicine cabinet and take out a bottle of medication to help "the shakies" as me and Logan used to call them. Funny how it seems just like yesterday that 17- year-old Logan was hiding 10-year-old Alec's shakies from Mom and Dad. I open the bottle and find it empty, "Oh ow" I say to the empty apartment. Typtophan is one of the rarest medicines found in Seattle and I'm out of them when I need them most. "Shit, shit, shit," I sing as I run over to the phone.
Trying to dial a number with shaky hands is tough like no-one's business and after 3 unsuccessful attempts I finally get through to big bro Logan. I have no idea what to do in emergencies and since Logan seems to be so good in that department, I just let him have the limelight in times like this.
After the third ring he finally greets in a very sleepy voice, "Alec, I don't care who's kitten is drowning, I like my sleep, go back to yours."
"Hello to yo..ou too, meds finn..nished and I nee." I don't get to finish as the phone falls from my shaky hands and I lay on my Persian rug seizing.
"Alec, ALEC!!!"
I can hear Logan screaming very faintly in the background and all I see is the room spinning.
"Get milk. ALEC!!! I'll be there in 20."
Says a very panicked Logan,
"You stupid idiot of a brother I told you a million times to keep yourself well stocked. I promise I will KILL you if something happens."
And with that Loggie the hero takes off in search of Typrophan for not-so- mere-mortal Alec, the (I quote) 'stupid idiot of a brother.'
"Hurry" is all I manage to get out to a dead silent apartment, except for the annoying dial tone of the phone and the rustling of fabric on the floor. All of a sudden the peace engulfs me in a deep slumber.
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A/N: Ha ha ha, I tried a cliffhanger, they always leave me hungry for more and I hope they do that to you too (Nasty author won't you say.)
Anyway, I wanted Loggie to enter the story before Max, but she's coming soon, I PROMISE ya'll. Really soon if you all submit a review!!!
Thanks for reading, have a great day! -Sab
I ain't no Dark Angel
Chapter 2
**********************************
Getting up in the morning is one of my favorite activities, it's right under a column labeled "I detest these things about life," but hey, ya gotta do it one time or another.
I think my alarm clock broke again when I tossed it across the room. Poor thing, I bought it just last week; sometimes I forget my own strength but today it was completely the door's fault, it was in the way of my flying clock. I sigh and get out of bed, another wonderfully sunny day in Seattle, mother of all sunshine city's. not. It's cloudy as always and it looks like it's going to rain, nothing unusual in post pulse Seattle.
I have a quick shower and grab a leather jacket as I go out for an early morning walk. It's not that I particularly love walking but that's been all in the recreational department for the last 10 years or so. Honestly speaking, life sucks right about now, how much enjoyment is extracted from a smoky city filled with vendors and a bunch of homeless people? And to think that someday I wanna get rid of all this shit. Looking at these people I see how everyday is a constant battle for them to support their families, it's really tough out here. I have all that they could possibly wish for, and they have something I could never have: a normal life, heck, I'm abnormal to begin with. And I say this because I can feel my hands slightly shaking. I quickly take both hands out of my pocket. yup, their back, now I gotta jet home before I end up in some hospital.
***
I run home at a record speed of 1.03 minutes and rush to the medicine cabinet and take out a bottle of medication to help "the shakies" as me and Logan used to call them. Funny how it seems just like yesterday that 17- year-old Logan was hiding 10-year-old Alec's shakies from Mom and Dad. I open the bottle and find it empty, "Oh ow" I say to the empty apartment. Typtophan is one of the rarest medicines found in Seattle and I'm out of them when I need them most. "Shit, shit, shit," I sing as I run over to the phone.
Trying to dial a number with shaky hands is tough like no-one's business and after 3 unsuccessful attempts I finally get through to big bro Logan. I have no idea what to do in emergencies and since Logan seems to be so good in that department, I just let him have the limelight in times like this.
After the third ring he finally greets in a very sleepy voice, "Alec, I don't care who's kitten is drowning, I like my sleep, go back to yours."
"Hello to yo..ou too, meds finn..nished and I nee." I don't get to finish as the phone falls from my shaky hands and I lay on my Persian rug seizing.
"Alec, ALEC!!!"
I can hear Logan screaming very faintly in the background and all I see is the room spinning.
"Get milk. ALEC!!! I'll be there in 20."
Says a very panicked Logan,
"You stupid idiot of a brother I told you a million times to keep yourself well stocked. I promise I will KILL you if something happens."
And with that Loggie the hero takes off in search of Typrophan for not-so- mere-mortal Alec, the (I quote) 'stupid idiot of a brother.'
"Hurry" is all I manage to get out to a dead silent apartment, except for the annoying dial tone of the phone and the rustling of fabric on the floor. All of a sudden the peace engulfs me in a deep slumber.
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A/N: Ha ha ha, I tried a cliffhanger, they always leave me hungry for more and I hope they do that to you too (Nasty author won't you say.)
Anyway, I wanted Loggie to enter the story before Max, but she's coming soon, I PROMISE ya'll. Really soon if you all submit a review!!!
Thanks for reading, have a great day! -Sab