Author: Chippewa Livingston
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Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
An Unauthorized Genetic Experiment: Hard Reality.
Someone small and bright dashed in through the open front door of the video arcade. I got the impression of young and skinny, and scared. I wondered why, and then my question was answered.
The pursuit had arrived. There were three: teenage, male, and favoring leather and shiny plastic. I caught the glint of reflected neon on metal chains and buckles.
The quarry turned towards me, and her panic reached me like a shockwave. Her eyes were an unreal green, and her face was painted with something that glowed green, in stripes and loops. The pattern on her face extended into her pale hair. She must have put on the paint when she was happy, and wanted to be seen. Now she was regretting it.
'Roxie' had lost track of the video fight. She scanned the crowd for the best way out of the machine, while her bikini-clad virtual opponent pummled the other girl on the game's screen.
The green girl was trying to follow the edge of the crowd, and the punk sorts were after her. Adrenaline was fueling her run. She was ahead for the moment, and zig-zagging between the machines.
I ducked around the corner of a shoot-em-up game, and stepped out behind her as she streaked by. I threw the coat over her head, wrapped my arms around her and lifted her off her feet.
She became all feet and elbows as I pulled her into the shadow of a flight simulator game. "Hold still, you idiot!" I squeezed a little tighter, and she stopped struggling. Her legs stuck out from the coat. Her stockings were pale grey and boots were silver patent leather. "Tuck in your feet." She curled, and I tucked in the coat around her.
I hoped she'd have the wits to stay still. I turned my attention back to the room, and tried to spot the white uniform with the tag that said "Roxanne."
Author's note:
Sorry about the short chapter, but I really need to switch back to 'Roxanne's' point of view.
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
An Unauthorized Genetic Experiment: Hard Reality.
Someone small and bright dashed in through the open front door of the video arcade. I got the impression of young and skinny, and scared. I wondered why, and then my question was answered.
The pursuit had arrived. There were three: teenage, male, and favoring leather and shiny plastic. I caught the glint of reflected neon on metal chains and buckles.
The quarry turned towards me, and her panic reached me like a shockwave. Her eyes were an unreal green, and her face was painted with something that glowed green, in stripes and loops. The pattern on her face extended into her pale hair. She must have put on the paint when she was happy, and wanted to be seen. Now she was regretting it.
'Roxie' had lost track of the video fight. She scanned the crowd for the best way out of the machine, while her bikini-clad virtual opponent pummled the other girl on the game's screen.
The green girl was trying to follow the edge of the crowd, and the punk sorts were after her. Adrenaline was fueling her run. She was ahead for the moment, and zig-zagging between the machines.
I ducked around the corner of a shoot-em-up game, and stepped out behind her as she streaked by. I threw the coat over her head, wrapped my arms around her and lifted her off her feet.
She became all feet and elbows as I pulled her into the shadow of a flight simulator game. "Hold still, you idiot!" I squeezed a little tighter, and she stopped struggling. Her legs stuck out from the coat. Her stockings were pale grey and boots were silver patent leather. "Tuck in your feet." She curled, and I tucked in the coat around her.
I hoped she'd have the wits to stay still. I turned my attention back to the room, and tried to spot the white uniform with the tag that said "Roxanne."
Author's note:
Sorry about the short chapter, but I really need to switch back to 'Roxanne's' point of view.