EPISODE 4: THE AFTERMATH!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dark Angel, I just own my story.
RATING: PG 13
SPOLIERS/TIMEFRAME: Slot it in anywhere in Season 2
SUMMARY: In the aftermaths of Ep 1,2,3: Jondy is safe and out of White's clutches, but her own personal battle has just begun.
A/N: This is the fourth part in the 'Episode Series'. It is advisable that you refer to Episode 1, 2 and 3 before reading this story. I would also appreciate if you'd review.
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Is it sometimes hard to breathe, or speak, or hear, or process a single delicate thought? Have you ever felt dirty, scared and brittle when you are physically as strong as steel? And have you ever felt the clutches of true evil.
Breathe is my command and I monitor each inhale of oxygen, exhaling the carbon dioxide. The air goes through the respiratory process and I try and make myself relax, but sometimes its just easier being on edge. Sometimes it's scarier having feared rather than resolved.
Or maybe I should block out all emotion and stay numb? Yeah, maybe I'll just be numb!
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Max looked in on Jondy who lay still with her eyes open gazing at the side of the bed. It was 7am and everyone had gathered at Alec's place, tired and exhausted from a tough night interstate fighting to save Jondy and take her out of the clutches of White and the UMCA. Each person involved had tough and potentially dangerous roles to play and each had succeeded and Jondy's safety was the result of their fortune.
And everyone could be silently congratulated, commended, thankful for a job well done. Alec passed around beers to the noble males and females around him. Logan sat with his legs on Alec's coffee table, the mourning paper in his hand. Asha sat on a stool near the kitchen counter, her feet lazily dangling and her hair lightly muzzled. The S1W boy's stood and chattered amongst themselves, and each held there beers casually in the way men always did. And Alec and Joshua mucked around in the kitchen, Joshua's head arched directly at the open refrigerator.
And Max stood silently in the doorway with a celebratory beer in her hand and a concerned gaze neatly plastered to her delicate dark features. She stood watching her sister look aimlessly into the shadow's that were cast against the wall and followed her gaze to Jondy's eyes which were empty of all emotion. And Max stood still, as if movement would tear a hole in the cloud, which could be felt between the two sisters.
And time passed, people departed, and people farewelled her and she could barely notice. Max moved like a zombie, just flesh, no soul, dead and then she was finally snapped out of the sky and taken from the cloud that her sister had drawn her towards.
"Max, you're gonna be late for work!" Alec knocked Max on the shoulder and swung her around to face him head on.
"Oh yeah, I'll go. You're gonna take care of her? You're gonna make sure my sister is okay?" Max walked aimlessly towards the front door and turned the knob.
"Max, she's gonna be fine. She's just in shock. Logan called his doctor friend and he's going to come over tonight to check on her. I promise to give her the full Alec treatment!" Alec reassured Max and she went out the door.
She walked down the hallway now apart from the cloud, but still connected on a subconscious level. She travel the way to her hidden Ninja Motorcycle then mounted it and drove of into the mourning crowd.
While on the road, her mind was blank and all that was hidden behind her eyes was the cloud, now shifting to a solid form. Each street Max turned and the each metre increased between her and Jondy made the image seem clearer.
And now she could feel the fear, the uncertainty and numbness.
She could see the gun and she stopped the bike.
And the cloud was gone, and Max's world was back.
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There are so many images, so many emotions, and so little energy. I feel a beam in my skull and I remember the talking, but all I see is blurred and tears well my eyes. I feel the droplet's fall down my eyes and then drop to my naked knees, exposed and about to be opened up.
He's put himself inside me and I can't move cause I'm trapped. I'm tied down to the chair, and there isn't a single thing I can do about it. He's ripping me apart and I feel myself bleed and the thrusts are so hard. He sees me as a thing and his thrusts show no emotion. It is like I'm a toy and he's playing with me, not caring what hurt he causes because he believes I don't have emotion. He thinks I'm a horrible being and he's punishing me for it.
And I almost believe him, because in some ways I'm enjoying it, the pure release of power of strength. As he pushes inside me, I release all the pent up energy, which I leave hidden. And when he sours to that high, I can become the person I was meant to be, a soldier of strength and power unlike no other.
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Alec stands in the doorway of his flat and watches as Jondy looks into space. He hold a glass of water and a plate with a sandwich, cheese and lettuce inside.
Finally he moves to her side and places the sandwich on the bedside dresser. Then he puts a hand in front of her eyes and calls out her name. She doesn't respond and Alec waits.
Alec then starts to move, watching Jondy the entire time then stops. A single tear falls from her eyes and moves down her cheek until it stops at the corner of her nose. And then there isn't a single movement.
Alec leaves the room and Jondy still lays silent.
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