A/N-not to long ago, I started a fanfiction called living with out a
future. I only put up one chapter, but decided that I didn't like it very
much. I did however like the plot line, so I decided to give it a second
go. Hopefully it turns out better this time. Please read, and review if you
like it.
Summery-Set after freak nation. Max is reunited with an old friend. Some one from Alec's past has come to find him. And Transgenics are finding it harder and harder to live.
Pairings- Max/Alec, but they will both have relationships with other people before the story ends.
Rating- R, not until latter though
Feedback-I love all feedback, except for flames. If you're not a Max/Alec fan, and you think that Max and Logan are meant to be, and blah blah blah, then you probably wont like this fic. If you do, that's great. But I don't want all of that 'this is so stupid, Max would never be with Alec in real life' because Dark angel is not real, and fanfiction is even less so.
Vivir
Many Meetings
Max & Zane
Measuring a summer's day,
I only finds it slips away to grey,
The hours, they bring me pain.
*Tangerine, Tangerine,
Living reflection from a dream;
I was her love, she was my queen,
And now a thousand years between.
Thinking how it used to be,
Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again?
And I do.
Max went over some documents. She felt like all she ever did anymore was work on things to make terminal city more livable. She had already done so much in the past two weeks. They had found a way out, right under the noses of White, and the police. Which meant that they now had a stead income of food, and weapon supplies.
Currently she was going through some inventory forms, so she would know what to have the small group of three X5s, and two X-6s bring in form tomorrow mornings trip out. Plus she was trying to solve the problem of cooking. Not all the broken down apartments that were left in terminal city had kitchens that worked. She was considering setting up a big communal kitchen that anyone could use, but they would need stoves and a lot of things that would be hard to get. It didn't seem there was any other option though. She would run it over with Alec in the morning.
She heard the sound of a baby wailing, soon followed by foot steps towards Max's office. Gem walked through the open door, "Hey Max" she said yawning. "I wanted some company that was old enough to talk, and saw your light on. Hope you don't mind" she sat down on one of the softer chairs in TC, and began to nurse her baby.
"Don't mind at all, I need a distraction" Max said putting down the papers. She was tired. And seeing as though she rarely needed sleep, her being tired meant a lot. She lifted up her palms to her eyes, and pressed in, trying to relive some of the pain in her head. Then she directed her attention back to Gem. "You got a name for her yet?" Max said, motioning her head towards the baby, who was now quiet.
"Nope" Gem said shaking her head. "and Alec has warned me not to take any suggestions from you" she smiled.
Max rolled her eyes at the thought of Alec saying that. She could see it clearly in her mind. His Green eyes glinting with that mischievous twinkle of blue, and he grinned widely warning Gem Of Max's previous name choices. she smiled to herself. "Alec shouldn't be one to talk. Unless you want a bouncing baby girl named Ralph, don't take advice from him.
Gem smiled, "You guys are so much alike" she commented. Max was tempted to deny it, but she was so tired, and the argument didn't seem worth it. She leaned back against her chair, and closed her eyes. "You falling asleep?" Gem Asked.
Max yawned, "No, I'm just resting my eyes" her voice was thick with the sleep that was about to take her over. Gm laughed again, but stood up and left, knowing that Max probably fell asleep the second she uttered those words.
It wasn't until four hours latter, when light had already graced terminal city, that she awoke. "I can't let you in there" She heard Alec saying. "I don't know who you are, and she's asleep. She never sleeps, she doesn't get tired. If she's asleep now, then she needs it" Alec went on.
She heard the sound of a somewhat familiar sigh, and then a new voice that she didn't recognize, "Listen, 'Alec'" The voice ran over the words with a sarcasm that she almost recognized. "I Do know Max, and she knows me. And I also know you, so why are you acting like such a dumb ass. It's me, your good ol' brother" Max sat up strait at this statement, could it be?
"Listen, I DON'T know you. And I have no brother, well, one, but I never met him and he's dead now so-" Alec was cut off, and Max heard a thump sound. She guessed that his person he was arguing with had punched him.
"Hey, you'll pay for that. This face doesn't allow punches" Alec said. She heard another thump, a struggle, then her door was punched open.
A tall Man, about twenty years of age, stood in the room. He had dark curly hair, that was very wild at the moment from the brief struggle. His eyes were a bright green that twinkled with mischief. He had a mouth that was made for smiling. His body was lean and fit. He was a very attractive man. It wasn't more then three seconds before Alec ran in the room and grabbed this man from behind. Max noticed that he was panting, slightly out of breath. "Sorry Max, I couldn't stop him, I'll just escort him out now" he said.
The man elbowed Alec in the ribs and wriggled out of his grip. "Hey Maxie! Come give your brother a great big hug!" he said.
She knew who he was now. "Zane?" She asked getting up from her desk and walking around it. His huge grin gave him away. "Zane" she said again. She threw her arms around his neck.
"Oh, right. Well, I see now that you two know each other. I'll just be leaving" Alec said beginning to slip out of the office.
"Hey little brother, come here" Zane said to Alec. Alec raised an eyebrow at him, obviously thinking he was mad.
Max looked confused, but the answer quickly came to her. "Zane, this is Alec. Not Ben" She said. She hoped that would be enough at the moment, because she didn't want to have to explain it.
Zane just nodded his head and smiled again. "Right, well, that makes sense then doesn't it" he shrugged his shoulders, and gave Alec a contemplating look. Then turned his attention back to Max. "Well then Maxie, let's say you tell me about the last 11 years of your life".
Max smiled at him, but then frowned. She looked down at her watch. "Damn! I'm on duty. I have to guard one of the entrances to the city. Your more then welcome to come with me if you want" she said. Zane nodded his head. "Great, let's go".
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Eric
Where once was light, now darkness falls.
Where once was love, love is no more.
Don't say goodbye.
Don't say I didn't try.
These tears we cry,
Are falling rain
For all the lies you told us,
The hurt, the blame.
And we will wait
To be so alone.
We are lost,
We can never go home.
So in the end,
I'll be what I will be,
No loyal friend,
Was ever there for me.
Now we say goodbye,
We say you didn't try.
These tears you cry,
Have come too late.
Take back the lies,
The hurt, the blame.
And you will wake
When you face the end alone.
You are lost,
You can never go home.
You are lost
In the darkest corner of the main building in Terminal city, sat a young man, 16 to 18 years of age, curled up in a small ball. Most people walked by, not glancing at him a second time. Most didn't see him at all. But he was used to it. He had not been the strongest soldier in his class, he had been the weakest. He suffered from the most seizures, and never slept. He had never had a Friend in his whole life. He had always been alone.
His face, once healthy, now lacked color. It was thin, as was his whole body, yet in it remained his beauty. His light brown eyes, held pain and loneliness. His mouth, a soft shade of pink that remained the only color in his face.
Were he to stretch out, one would notice he was of average height, 5'11" at the shortest, 6' at the tallest. His body seemed able to remain some mussels, though he had gone months with little to no food.
He wore a white short sleeve shirt with red around the arms and collar. Over that he wore a gas station Jacket. And he wore brown corduroy pants, that were ripped at the ankles and had holes in the knees. On his feet he wore an old pair of white converse, that were brown with dirt. He had stolen his entire out fit from a thrift store.
He ran a thin hand through his thick blond hair, that fell in his face to his eyebrows. A small breeze blew it in small whisps. He felt a coldness, biting away at his flesh and soul. This ice slowly emptied his body, replacing what little warmth that was left, with a painful chill. He was loosing himself inside of his broken heart.
He leaned back against the wall, and pulled his last cigarette from behind his ear. and lit it with a lighter he found in a gutter. He took a deep puff off of the death stick, hoping it would warm his body. It didn't. He rested his arm on his knees, and his forehead on his arm. He rested his other arm on his other knee, stretching it out, holding the cigarette away from his face.
He closed his eyes, and waited for the darkness to take over him. He hated the real world. He had never even been on a single away mission before the fire. He hated whoever was responsible. He hated her, but loved her. Freedom, as dark as it could be, was still freedom.
What Eric didn't know yet, was that a few minutes later he would meet someone. Someone who would change his life forever. Some one who would introduce him to the simple joys of life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ann
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
Anne walked through the lonely and abandoned ally in Seattle. She breathed on the ice cold air allowing it to fill her body. She wore a Whit short sleeve shirt that hugged her curves tightly. The low neckline revealed the top of her Breasts. She had an old faded black Jean jacket on to keep her warm. Her leather skirt fell inches above her bare knees. Her long legs made her look like a model. She stood at 5'8. She wore black hiking boots, that would of looked ocward with her outfit, if some one else had been wearing them. But on her the whole look was quite becoming.
She had short red hair, that blew in the wind like flaming curls. Her eyes were a dark brown, with tints of green. Her full lips were painted with a dark Brandy wine color ant in a permanent smirk. Dark eyeliner brought out her long lashes.
She walked confidently. She was beautiful, and she knew it. She was the type who could have any man she wanted, but she didn't want any of them. She was above them all. They were beneath her. She was powerful, the oldest and strongest X-6 in her class. She was somewhere between 18 and 19.
She was alone, but that was exactly how she wanted it. there was only one person she had ever cared about besides herself, and he had left before the fire. He never even said good-bye. Just disappeared. She was happier alone any ways. She would was the model soldier at Manticore, strong, beautiful, with no attachments. They sent her on missions that no one else would do.
Her life had been happy since the end of Manticore. She had stolen food and money to support herself. But recently a fear had begun to take her over. People now knew about her kind. And they wanted them dead. She knew they couldn't hurt her of course. She was the ideal form of a human. How could anyone harm her. She had never been so much as bruised by another person, not even an X5. But she still didn't want people to know her identity.
"Well well" a man said behind her. She immediately felt angry with herself. She had been unaware someone was following her. She was lost in thought about the one friend she had ever had. She turned to see a man in his late thirties. He wasn't some bum like she expected. He was clean cut, and wore a Black suit. He had a few bruises on his face, that were quickly fading.. "Now, what is one of your type doing in an ally way, alone, at night?" he said, with a, arrogant attitude.
"Nothing that concerns you" she said passively. She turned and started walking again, but was very taken aback by shock, when he appeared in front of her. Only an X series could of done that, but he didn't look like any X she had ever seen.
"You see, that's where your wrong" he said. He pulled out a gun. "It's my job to be concerned about the likes of you". She kicked his hand, and succeeded in making him drop the gun. She let out a hollow laugh. "Your out of your league old man, I suggest you run home to whatever family one like you might have, before I kick your ass" she said.
"Ahh, wrong again. It's you who is out of you league. And the only family I had was torn apart by one of you. So I'm sure you'll understand why I hate you all" He punched her quickly in the face, so quickly she wasn't remotely prepared for it. She stumbled back with the force of it, but quickly regained control. "You should not of done that" she said. She moved to punch him, but he easily blocked it. She attempted a round house kick, but he grabbed her foot, and landed her on her back. Her head hit the hard ground with a thud. She felt blood trickle down the back of her neck. She rolled back to her feet, and slammed fist right into his face. He had apparently not expected her quick recovery. She turned and ran. It wasn't like her to run from a fight, but she had never fought anyone with such speed and strength.
It was only a minute before she realized that he was close behind her. There was only one place she could go now, a place she had been very much avoiding for the past few weeks. But she was injured. She was already slowed by the blow to her head.
She made many turns, and took the longest, roughest road's, hoping to loose her stalker. When she saw the lights, of terminal city, and the fire of angry protesters, she looked back and was relieved not to see him. She didn't slow down at all though. She knew she wouldn't be able to make it past the angry mob, so she ran around the block. There was a back way you could get to terminal city underground. An X5 she met in a bar a few weeks back had told her about it.
She was now lightheaded and dizzy. Her vision was becoming bleary. She shook her head, Her vision was cleared, but her head ached even more severely because of it. She quickly scanned the street, then saw it. It was a small X on the road next to a sewer entry. Only one with enhanced vision would ever notice it, and even then they would have to be looking for it.
She climbed down into the reeking wasteland, and started running again, until she found her destination. Another small X on a wall in the sewer. She looked up, and saw her way to freedom. She climbed up the old rusty ladder. Some one reached out a hand to help her up.
She looked up and found her self face to face with a woman with dark skin, and even darker eyes. She looked to her left and saw a tall handsome man with dark curly hair. "She's injured" the woman said. The woman said something else, but she couldn't make it out. Darkness was taking over her field of vision.
She felt now with full force the dizziness, and the last thing she was aware of, was falling into the arms of the young man, and his green eyes sparkling down at her.
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Small disclaimer- all rights blah blah blah go to Fox, or whoever owns Dark Angel now. Songs in this chapter were "Tangerine" by Led Zeppelin "Gollums song" written by Howard shore, and, "I am a Rock" by Simon and Garfunkel.
Summery-Set after freak nation. Max is reunited with an old friend. Some one from Alec's past has come to find him. And Transgenics are finding it harder and harder to live.
Pairings- Max/Alec, but they will both have relationships with other people before the story ends.
Rating- R, not until latter though
Feedback-I love all feedback, except for flames. If you're not a Max/Alec fan, and you think that Max and Logan are meant to be, and blah blah blah, then you probably wont like this fic. If you do, that's great. But I don't want all of that 'this is so stupid, Max would never be with Alec in real life' because Dark angel is not real, and fanfiction is even less so.
Vivir
Many Meetings
Max & Zane
Measuring a summer's day,
I only finds it slips away to grey,
The hours, they bring me pain.
*Tangerine, Tangerine,
Living reflection from a dream;
I was her love, she was my queen,
And now a thousand years between.
Thinking how it used to be,
Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again?
And I do.
Max went over some documents. She felt like all she ever did anymore was work on things to make terminal city more livable. She had already done so much in the past two weeks. They had found a way out, right under the noses of White, and the police. Which meant that they now had a stead income of food, and weapon supplies.
Currently she was going through some inventory forms, so she would know what to have the small group of three X5s, and two X-6s bring in form tomorrow mornings trip out. Plus she was trying to solve the problem of cooking. Not all the broken down apartments that were left in terminal city had kitchens that worked. She was considering setting up a big communal kitchen that anyone could use, but they would need stoves and a lot of things that would be hard to get. It didn't seem there was any other option though. She would run it over with Alec in the morning.
She heard the sound of a baby wailing, soon followed by foot steps towards Max's office. Gem walked through the open door, "Hey Max" she said yawning. "I wanted some company that was old enough to talk, and saw your light on. Hope you don't mind" she sat down on one of the softer chairs in TC, and began to nurse her baby.
"Don't mind at all, I need a distraction" Max said putting down the papers. She was tired. And seeing as though she rarely needed sleep, her being tired meant a lot. She lifted up her palms to her eyes, and pressed in, trying to relive some of the pain in her head. Then she directed her attention back to Gem. "You got a name for her yet?" Max said, motioning her head towards the baby, who was now quiet.
"Nope" Gem said shaking her head. "and Alec has warned me not to take any suggestions from you" she smiled.
Max rolled her eyes at the thought of Alec saying that. She could see it clearly in her mind. His Green eyes glinting with that mischievous twinkle of blue, and he grinned widely warning Gem Of Max's previous name choices. she smiled to herself. "Alec shouldn't be one to talk. Unless you want a bouncing baby girl named Ralph, don't take advice from him.
Gem smiled, "You guys are so much alike" she commented. Max was tempted to deny it, but she was so tired, and the argument didn't seem worth it. She leaned back against her chair, and closed her eyes. "You falling asleep?" Gem Asked.
Max yawned, "No, I'm just resting my eyes" her voice was thick with the sleep that was about to take her over. Gm laughed again, but stood up and left, knowing that Max probably fell asleep the second she uttered those words.
It wasn't until four hours latter, when light had already graced terminal city, that she awoke. "I can't let you in there" She heard Alec saying. "I don't know who you are, and she's asleep. She never sleeps, she doesn't get tired. If she's asleep now, then she needs it" Alec went on.
She heard the sound of a somewhat familiar sigh, and then a new voice that she didn't recognize, "Listen, 'Alec'" The voice ran over the words with a sarcasm that she almost recognized. "I Do know Max, and she knows me. And I also know you, so why are you acting like such a dumb ass. It's me, your good ol' brother" Max sat up strait at this statement, could it be?
"Listen, I DON'T know you. And I have no brother, well, one, but I never met him and he's dead now so-" Alec was cut off, and Max heard a thump sound. She guessed that his person he was arguing with had punched him.
"Hey, you'll pay for that. This face doesn't allow punches" Alec said. She heard another thump, a struggle, then her door was punched open.
A tall Man, about twenty years of age, stood in the room. He had dark curly hair, that was very wild at the moment from the brief struggle. His eyes were a bright green that twinkled with mischief. He had a mouth that was made for smiling. His body was lean and fit. He was a very attractive man. It wasn't more then three seconds before Alec ran in the room and grabbed this man from behind. Max noticed that he was panting, slightly out of breath. "Sorry Max, I couldn't stop him, I'll just escort him out now" he said.
The man elbowed Alec in the ribs and wriggled out of his grip. "Hey Maxie! Come give your brother a great big hug!" he said.
She knew who he was now. "Zane?" She asked getting up from her desk and walking around it. His huge grin gave him away. "Zane" she said again. She threw her arms around his neck.
"Oh, right. Well, I see now that you two know each other. I'll just be leaving" Alec said beginning to slip out of the office.
"Hey little brother, come here" Zane said to Alec. Alec raised an eyebrow at him, obviously thinking he was mad.
Max looked confused, but the answer quickly came to her. "Zane, this is Alec. Not Ben" She said. She hoped that would be enough at the moment, because she didn't want to have to explain it.
Zane just nodded his head and smiled again. "Right, well, that makes sense then doesn't it" he shrugged his shoulders, and gave Alec a contemplating look. Then turned his attention back to Max. "Well then Maxie, let's say you tell me about the last 11 years of your life".
Max smiled at him, but then frowned. She looked down at her watch. "Damn! I'm on duty. I have to guard one of the entrances to the city. Your more then welcome to come with me if you want" she said. Zane nodded his head. "Great, let's go".
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eric
Where once was light, now darkness falls.
Where once was love, love is no more.
Don't say goodbye.
Don't say I didn't try.
These tears we cry,
Are falling rain
For all the lies you told us,
The hurt, the blame.
And we will wait
To be so alone.
We are lost,
We can never go home.
So in the end,
I'll be what I will be,
No loyal friend,
Was ever there for me.
Now we say goodbye,
We say you didn't try.
These tears you cry,
Have come too late.
Take back the lies,
The hurt, the blame.
And you will wake
When you face the end alone.
You are lost,
You can never go home.
You are lost
In the darkest corner of the main building in Terminal city, sat a young man, 16 to 18 years of age, curled up in a small ball. Most people walked by, not glancing at him a second time. Most didn't see him at all. But he was used to it. He had not been the strongest soldier in his class, he had been the weakest. He suffered from the most seizures, and never slept. He had never had a Friend in his whole life. He had always been alone.
His face, once healthy, now lacked color. It was thin, as was his whole body, yet in it remained his beauty. His light brown eyes, held pain and loneliness. His mouth, a soft shade of pink that remained the only color in his face.
Were he to stretch out, one would notice he was of average height, 5'11" at the shortest, 6' at the tallest. His body seemed able to remain some mussels, though he had gone months with little to no food.
He wore a white short sleeve shirt with red around the arms and collar. Over that he wore a gas station Jacket. And he wore brown corduroy pants, that were ripped at the ankles and had holes in the knees. On his feet he wore an old pair of white converse, that were brown with dirt. He had stolen his entire out fit from a thrift store.
He ran a thin hand through his thick blond hair, that fell in his face to his eyebrows. A small breeze blew it in small whisps. He felt a coldness, biting away at his flesh and soul. This ice slowly emptied his body, replacing what little warmth that was left, with a painful chill. He was loosing himself inside of his broken heart.
He leaned back against the wall, and pulled his last cigarette from behind his ear. and lit it with a lighter he found in a gutter. He took a deep puff off of the death stick, hoping it would warm his body. It didn't. He rested his arm on his knees, and his forehead on his arm. He rested his other arm on his other knee, stretching it out, holding the cigarette away from his face.
He closed his eyes, and waited for the darkness to take over him. He hated the real world. He had never even been on a single away mission before the fire. He hated whoever was responsible. He hated her, but loved her. Freedom, as dark as it could be, was still freedom.
What Eric didn't know yet, was that a few minutes later he would meet someone. Someone who would change his life forever. Some one who would introduce him to the simple joys of life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ann
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
Anne walked through the lonely and abandoned ally in Seattle. She breathed on the ice cold air allowing it to fill her body. She wore a Whit short sleeve shirt that hugged her curves tightly. The low neckline revealed the top of her Breasts. She had an old faded black Jean jacket on to keep her warm. Her leather skirt fell inches above her bare knees. Her long legs made her look like a model. She stood at 5'8. She wore black hiking boots, that would of looked ocward with her outfit, if some one else had been wearing them. But on her the whole look was quite becoming.
She had short red hair, that blew in the wind like flaming curls. Her eyes were a dark brown, with tints of green. Her full lips were painted with a dark Brandy wine color ant in a permanent smirk. Dark eyeliner brought out her long lashes.
She walked confidently. She was beautiful, and she knew it. She was the type who could have any man she wanted, but she didn't want any of them. She was above them all. They were beneath her. She was powerful, the oldest and strongest X-6 in her class. She was somewhere between 18 and 19.
She was alone, but that was exactly how she wanted it. there was only one person she had ever cared about besides herself, and he had left before the fire. He never even said good-bye. Just disappeared. She was happier alone any ways. She would was the model soldier at Manticore, strong, beautiful, with no attachments. They sent her on missions that no one else would do.
Her life had been happy since the end of Manticore. She had stolen food and money to support herself. But recently a fear had begun to take her over. People now knew about her kind. And they wanted them dead. She knew they couldn't hurt her of course. She was the ideal form of a human. How could anyone harm her. She had never been so much as bruised by another person, not even an X5. But she still didn't want people to know her identity.
"Well well" a man said behind her. She immediately felt angry with herself. She had been unaware someone was following her. She was lost in thought about the one friend she had ever had. She turned to see a man in his late thirties. He wasn't some bum like she expected. He was clean cut, and wore a Black suit. He had a few bruises on his face, that were quickly fading.. "Now, what is one of your type doing in an ally way, alone, at night?" he said, with a, arrogant attitude.
"Nothing that concerns you" she said passively. She turned and started walking again, but was very taken aback by shock, when he appeared in front of her. Only an X series could of done that, but he didn't look like any X she had ever seen.
"You see, that's where your wrong" he said. He pulled out a gun. "It's my job to be concerned about the likes of you". She kicked his hand, and succeeded in making him drop the gun. She let out a hollow laugh. "Your out of your league old man, I suggest you run home to whatever family one like you might have, before I kick your ass" she said.
"Ahh, wrong again. It's you who is out of you league. And the only family I had was torn apart by one of you. So I'm sure you'll understand why I hate you all" He punched her quickly in the face, so quickly she wasn't remotely prepared for it. She stumbled back with the force of it, but quickly regained control. "You should not of done that" she said. She moved to punch him, but he easily blocked it. She attempted a round house kick, but he grabbed her foot, and landed her on her back. Her head hit the hard ground with a thud. She felt blood trickle down the back of her neck. She rolled back to her feet, and slammed fist right into his face. He had apparently not expected her quick recovery. She turned and ran. It wasn't like her to run from a fight, but she had never fought anyone with such speed and strength.
It was only a minute before she realized that he was close behind her. There was only one place she could go now, a place she had been very much avoiding for the past few weeks. But she was injured. She was already slowed by the blow to her head.
She made many turns, and took the longest, roughest road's, hoping to loose her stalker. When she saw the lights, of terminal city, and the fire of angry protesters, she looked back and was relieved not to see him. She didn't slow down at all though. She knew she wouldn't be able to make it past the angry mob, so she ran around the block. There was a back way you could get to terminal city underground. An X5 she met in a bar a few weeks back had told her about it.
She was now lightheaded and dizzy. Her vision was becoming bleary. She shook her head, Her vision was cleared, but her head ached even more severely because of it. She quickly scanned the street, then saw it. It was a small X on the road next to a sewer entry. Only one with enhanced vision would ever notice it, and even then they would have to be looking for it.
She climbed down into the reeking wasteland, and started running again, until she found her destination. Another small X on a wall in the sewer. She looked up, and saw her way to freedom. She climbed up the old rusty ladder. Some one reached out a hand to help her up.
She looked up and found her self face to face with a woman with dark skin, and even darker eyes. She looked to her left and saw a tall handsome man with dark curly hair. "She's injured" the woman said. The woman said something else, but she couldn't make it out. Darkness was taking over her field of vision.
She felt now with full force the dizziness, and the last thing she was aware of, was falling into the arms of the young man, and his green eyes sparkling down at her.
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Small disclaimer- all rights blah blah blah go to Fox, or whoever owns Dark Angel now. Songs in this chapter were "Tangerine" by Led Zeppelin "Gollums song" written by Howard shore, and, "I am a Rock" by Simon and Garfunkel.
