The Painter Chapter 2.
Author: Seza. Disclaimer: I own no part of dark angel and this story is purely for entertainment. Rating: PG-13
Billie unlocked the door to her apartment. She took of her jacket and put it one of the chairs \. She took out a new canvas and placed it on her easel. She walked over to her drawers and pulled out her painting materials and began. She struck violently at the canvas with her brush. She painted long into the night never stopping, she was inspired she had gotten something back she felt sure she had lost forever. It was early morning when she had finished she was exhausted. She signed her painting, and collapsed onto her bed, she was soon fast asleep.
***
Alec rode his bike through the streets heading towards work. He rode through the roller door stopping suddenly at the first desk.
"Hey Norm, got any special packages for me?" he peered over the desk. Normal's head popped up.
"Not today. What exactly have you got going on here exactly?"
"Nothing really. Just a little thing I've got going on. Nothing big. Just keep an eye out."
"Sure thing me boy. Anyway no time for idle chit chat." Alec went to chuck his stuff into his locker.
"Hey Alec."
"Max to what do I owe this honour?"
"Very funny. Just wanted to know if it hurt much. You know when she pinned you down on the bar."
"You saw that huh?"
"I think everyone pretty much saw it. Did she beat you to a bloody pulp in the alley way as well?"
"As you can see quite well no she did not and that at the bar didn't hurt either."
"Okay so what happened?"
"She hates me she hates herself. Plenty of hate to go around."
"So things went well then. Look Alec we all made mistakes at Manticore." She said in a low whisper. "It was unusual circumstances, we were programmed and manipulated. Only some of the blame can lie with us."
Meanwhile.
Billie looked up at the building, this place was so run down it was hard to imagine that something actually lived there. She knocked on the door.
"Joshua, hello are you in there?" The door opened.
"Hello? More paintings?"
"Well no not exactly. I need to find Alec. Do you know where he is?"
"He's at work Jam Pony."
"Jam Pony right do you have a rough idea of where that is?"
Back at Jam Pony.
"It doesn't make it right though does it? We have choices, how we treated people. I could have protected her but I didn't, I sold her out to protect myself. I don't blame her for hating me. I have to go Max. I'll see ya later."
***
Billie had walked for ages, she really needed to get a bike or car or something.
"Jam Pony." She said to herself reading the sign. "Bike messangers, huh." She walked through the entrance, it looked like a lot of work was going on. Yeah right, a whole lot of talking that was for sure. She went up to the front desk. There was no-one there, she looked among the clutter for a bell or something. A man popped up from behind the desk.
"What are you doing miss?" he looked nervous and shifty she didn't like him. "I hope you're not looking for a job because I have enough lazy no- hopers as it is."
"Believe me I'm not looking for a job here. I'm looking for one of your workers, his name is Alec. Is he here?"
"He's not here, out on a run sorry, really I am. Bye."
"Well if he's not here can you give him something?"
"Oh, you're the one with the special package. Say no more I'll get it to him."
"I don't see how he could know, but anyway make sure he gets it it's really important." She handed over the large package. She didn't know how he could possibly know, but he was going to get the package and that was all that mattered.
***
"Hey Alec that package you were waiting for came in." Alec was slightly confused he had already sorted that out during his run.
"Really? Was it delivered by messenger?"
"Nah some girl came in looking for you, had blonde, curly hair. She was pretty direct." He got the package from the counter behind him. "Here you go."
"Thanks Norm." he went over to one of the chairs, looking at the package. It must have been a painting, but why would she send him a painting. He opened the brown paper it was enclosed in. It was a paining of the sunset streaching across a forest, two shillouted figures could be seen sitting together. A letter also fell out. He opened the folded letter and read it:
Alec,
I thought about what you said. Manticore is a thing of the past, it's gone really, really gone, the things that we did right or wrong don't matter anymore like they used to. I think I realise that now, and I want to change things, things that can be changed. When we were going to escape we said how we would have a picnic like normal people. Although the world isn't as ideal as we would have hoped. Now that we are outside we can have that picnic we wanted. If so I'll see you at Hyde Park tonight at 8:30 pm. I'll be waiting there.
Billie.
Alec finished reading the letter and folded it again. She'd actually listened to what he'd said. He took his stuff out of his locker and went to the front desk.
"Hey Norm can I knock off early? Just got word of something special tonight."
"Just drop this off first."
"Sure thing. I'll make it up to ya."
***
Billie waited on the blanket she'd laid out. She stared out to nowhere, she was constantly daydreaming it seemed. She'd gotten used to doing nothing and just drifting. She had hoped he would come. She'd never stopped thinking about him while she was down there.
"Billie." He touched her shoulder, she looked up.
"Alec" he sat down beside her.
"At least you didn't throw me to the ground this time."
"Sorry about that, you surprised me." She finally gazed into those eyes, they trapped her there and she knew then that she was lost. "How did you know?"
"Know what?"
"About the package. You didn't get turned all psy-ops on me or anything like that?"
"No. I thought it was another package. Kind of a little side business."
"Still up to you're old tricks on the outside then."
"Only sometimes. It's a lot easier out here then in Manticore but there will always be those corrupt people out there. I have to ask though, the painting, why did you paint me?"
"You were the only person I ever really had any kind of feelings for. Painting you and those hills just reminded me of the person I use to be that nievity that I use to have. Just a way of seeing where I've been and how I've changed."
"You haven't changed that much."
"And neither have you." She could feel herself being drawn closer and closer to him, still looking into those eyes. A gentle smile replaced the usual cocky smirk. They could feel themselves being drawn to one another.
Author: Seza. Disclaimer: I own no part of dark angel and this story is purely for entertainment. Rating: PG-13
Billie unlocked the door to her apartment. She took of her jacket and put it one of the chairs \. She took out a new canvas and placed it on her easel. She walked over to her drawers and pulled out her painting materials and began. She struck violently at the canvas with her brush. She painted long into the night never stopping, she was inspired she had gotten something back she felt sure she had lost forever. It was early morning when she had finished she was exhausted. She signed her painting, and collapsed onto her bed, she was soon fast asleep.
***
Alec rode his bike through the streets heading towards work. He rode through the roller door stopping suddenly at the first desk.
"Hey Norm, got any special packages for me?" he peered over the desk. Normal's head popped up.
"Not today. What exactly have you got going on here exactly?"
"Nothing really. Just a little thing I've got going on. Nothing big. Just keep an eye out."
"Sure thing me boy. Anyway no time for idle chit chat." Alec went to chuck his stuff into his locker.
"Hey Alec."
"Max to what do I owe this honour?"
"Very funny. Just wanted to know if it hurt much. You know when she pinned you down on the bar."
"You saw that huh?"
"I think everyone pretty much saw it. Did she beat you to a bloody pulp in the alley way as well?"
"As you can see quite well no she did not and that at the bar didn't hurt either."
"Okay so what happened?"
"She hates me she hates herself. Plenty of hate to go around."
"So things went well then. Look Alec we all made mistakes at Manticore." She said in a low whisper. "It was unusual circumstances, we were programmed and manipulated. Only some of the blame can lie with us."
Meanwhile.
Billie looked up at the building, this place was so run down it was hard to imagine that something actually lived there. She knocked on the door.
"Joshua, hello are you in there?" The door opened.
"Hello? More paintings?"
"Well no not exactly. I need to find Alec. Do you know where he is?"
"He's at work Jam Pony."
"Jam Pony right do you have a rough idea of where that is?"
Back at Jam Pony.
"It doesn't make it right though does it? We have choices, how we treated people. I could have protected her but I didn't, I sold her out to protect myself. I don't blame her for hating me. I have to go Max. I'll see ya later."
***
Billie had walked for ages, she really needed to get a bike or car or something.
"Jam Pony." She said to herself reading the sign. "Bike messangers, huh." She walked through the entrance, it looked like a lot of work was going on. Yeah right, a whole lot of talking that was for sure. She went up to the front desk. There was no-one there, she looked among the clutter for a bell or something. A man popped up from behind the desk.
"What are you doing miss?" he looked nervous and shifty she didn't like him. "I hope you're not looking for a job because I have enough lazy no- hopers as it is."
"Believe me I'm not looking for a job here. I'm looking for one of your workers, his name is Alec. Is he here?"
"He's not here, out on a run sorry, really I am. Bye."
"Well if he's not here can you give him something?"
"Oh, you're the one with the special package. Say no more I'll get it to him."
"I don't see how he could know, but anyway make sure he gets it it's really important." She handed over the large package. She didn't know how he could possibly know, but he was going to get the package and that was all that mattered.
***
"Hey Alec that package you were waiting for came in." Alec was slightly confused he had already sorted that out during his run.
"Really? Was it delivered by messenger?"
"Nah some girl came in looking for you, had blonde, curly hair. She was pretty direct." He got the package from the counter behind him. "Here you go."
"Thanks Norm." he went over to one of the chairs, looking at the package. It must have been a painting, but why would she send him a painting. He opened the brown paper it was enclosed in. It was a paining of the sunset streaching across a forest, two shillouted figures could be seen sitting together. A letter also fell out. He opened the folded letter and read it:
Alec,
I thought about what you said. Manticore is a thing of the past, it's gone really, really gone, the things that we did right or wrong don't matter anymore like they used to. I think I realise that now, and I want to change things, things that can be changed. When we were going to escape we said how we would have a picnic like normal people. Although the world isn't as ideal as we would have hoped. Now that we are outside we can have that picnic we wanted. If so I'll see you at Hyde Park tonight at 8:30 pm. I'll be waiting there.
Billie.
Alec finished reading the letter and folded it again. She'd actually listened to what he'd said. He took his stuff out of his locker and went to the front desk.
"Hey Norm can I knock off early? Just got word of something special tonight."
"Just drop this off first."
"Sure thing. I'll make it up to ya."
***
Billie waited on the blanket she'd laid out. She stared out to nowhere, she was constantly daydreaming it seemed. She'd gotten used to doing nothing and just drifting. She had hoped he would come. She'd never stopped thinking about him while she was down there.
"Billie." He touched her shoulder, she looked up.
"Alec" he sat down beside her.
"At least you didn't throw me to the ground this time."
"Sorry about that, you surprised me." She finally gazed into those eyes, they trapped her there and she knew then that she was lost. "How did you know?"
"Know what?"
"About the package. You didn't get turned all psy-ops on me or anything like that?"
"No. I thought it was another package. Kind of a little side business."
"Still up to you're old tricks on the outside then."
"Only sometimes. It's a lot easier out here then in Manticore but there will always be those corrupt people out there. I have to ask though, the painting, why did you paint me?"
"You were the only person I ever really had any kind of feelings for. Painting you and those hills just reminded me of the person I use to be that nievity that I use to have. Just a way of seeing where I've been and how I've changed."
"You haven't changed that much."
"And neither have you." She could feel herself being drawn closer and closer to him, still looking into those eyes. A gentle smile replaced the usual cocky smirk. They could feel themselves being drawn to one another.