Author: Chippewa Livingston
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Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
In those moments, pursuing a glowing girl through dim city streets I couldn't help but laugh to myself. More than a decade ago a few of us left Manticore to try and make it in the outside world. A couple of them died and more than a couple had to go through reconditioning which was probably worse. All for… this.
I always wondered why they bailed, why they abandoned the unit. Did they know something we didn't? Were they all out here somewhere chasing strays?
A glow caught my eye. He saw it too. This is what we did and our targets rarely had the courtesy to glow for us like this 'Lucid.' She was moving toward one of the open air markets, maybe trying the direct route for glucose. The press of bodies kept shielding her from my view but 'Jack' was considerably taller and kept us going in the right direction.
I hadn't seen any green glow for a few minutes when a shout broke through the din of the crowd. A skinny body was propelled out of the jam and stumbled into an alley. I slipped through the crowd and wrapped my arm around a set of shoulders blanketed in white-blonde hair. "Hi there Lucid." I said amiably.
We'd only meant to follow her, make sure she wouldn't end up in a gutter but when she looked up at me I could tell she was on her way there. Blood was trickling from her lip, black in the fading light and the side of her face was already swelling. She clutched her prize out of my reach though. It was a wallet considerably fatter than the one she lifted from 'Jack.' "Pretty soon you'll have enough for a tombstone." He'd shown up behind us.
Lucid tried to back away. "It's mine." She said.
"I think that big guy who gave you that would tell us different." He indicated the darkening bruise. "Maybe you should lay off the stealing."
"I don't like people telling me what to do!" She spun away from me.
I snorted. "I don't like ungrateful little girls who don't know what's good for them." Lucid swung at me feebly. I caught her wrist and gripped it tight enough to make her draw a sharp breath.
The girls eyes widened and the glow from her face paled some more. "My parents will ransom me…"
"Ungrateful, little, rich girls." I didn't let go. "Bad move kid, if you come from money, keep your mouth shut."
"Come on Roxie." He said right behind my ear. He always was the good cop.
I sighed. "I work at a diner if you come with us and keep your hands to yourself I might be able to get you some leftovers." She looked ready to protest. "You better eat soon I've seen corpses that look as good as you."
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
In those moments, pursuing a glowing girl through dim city streets I couldn't help but laugh to myself. More than a decade ago a few of us left Manticore to try and make it in the outside world. A couple of them died and more than a couple had to go through reconditioning which was probably worse. All for… this.
I always wondered why they bailed, why they abandoned the unit. Did they know something we didn't? Were they all out here somewhere chasing strays?
A glow caught my eye. He saw it too. This is what we did and our targets rarely had the courtesy to glow for us like this 'Lucid.' She was moving toward one of the open air markets, maybe trying the direct route for glucose. The press of bodies kept shielding her from my view but 'Jack' was considerably taller and kept us going in the right direction.
I hadn't seen any green glow for a few minutes when a shout broke through the din of the crowd. A skinny body was propelled out of the jam and stumbled into an alley. I slipped through the crowd and wrapped my arm around a set of shoulders blanketed in white-blonde hair. "Hi there Lucid." I said amiably.
We'd only meant to follow her, make sure she wouldn't end up in a gutter but when she looked up at me I could tell she was on her way there. Blood was trickling from her lip, black in the fading light and the side of her face was already swelling. She clutched her prize out of my reach though. It was a wallet considerably fatter than the one she lifted from 'Jack.' "Pretty soon you'll have enough for a tombstone." He'd shown up behind us.
Lucid tried to back away. "It's mine." She said.
"I think that big guy who gave you that would tell us different." He indicated the darkening bruise. "Maybe you should lay off the stealing."
"I don't like people telling me what to do!" She spun away from me.
I snorted. "I don't like ungrateful little girls who don't know what's good for them." Lucid swung at me feebly. I caught her wrist and gripped it tight enough to make her draw a sharp breath.
The girls eyes widened and the glow from her face paled some more. "My parents will ransom me…"
"Ungrateful, little, rich girls." I didn't let go. "Bad move kid, if you come from money, keep your mouth shut."
"Come on Roxie." He said right behind my ear. He always was the good cop.
I sighed. "I work at a diner if you come with us and keep your hands to yourself I might be able to get you some leftovers." She looked ready to protest. "You better eat soon I've seen corpses that look as good as you."