Dark Angel Beginnings
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dark Angel characters and never will. So don't sue.
Summery: M/L. Major AU. In this world when the Pulse went off, it wasn't the only thing that happened... And Max and Logan meet under different circumstances.
Summery 2: A girl named Max lives in a world where the society is split in two; one is technologically advanced and the other sent back into a world much like the medieval times. She meets a guy who finds out that she is more than she seems.
Author's note: I know that the barcode number isn't Max's but I don't know her real barcode.
Melinda: you're welcome! Glad to see that we still have M/L fans out there.
Black rose9: Thanks! :D I'll try to update ASAP for every chapter!
Fair Cate: Thanks!
Sorry for the grammar mistakes in the last chapter.
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My full name is Maxine Aria Guevara, but most people call me Max. I live in Elms, Washington, U.S.A. It's 20 miles off to the east side of Seattle. There I work as a barmaid or help my friends with farm work. I'm 19 years old.
Elms is one of the better medieval cities since we are so close to Seattle, a technologically advanced city. They occasionally help us with financial or architect problems, but I think that they would like it better if we weren't there at all.
Elms isn't my birth city though. It was Cheyenne, Wyoming or rather I was created in a test tube there. A secret government agency called Manticore was responsible for this. Secretly created in 1999, this agency specialized in cloning and genetics. In that year a man in the agency called Sandleman created the first genetically engineered soldiers. My group was their fifth generation.
When the pulse hit in 2007, I was seven years old. Manticore had already trained me in fighting techniques, escape and invade, 12 different languages, weapons training, survival training, the good guy the bad guys, etc. Only the good guy bad guy scenario was backwards, Manticore was the bad guy and the supposedly bad guys were the good. But they didn't prepare us how to act human. We had to teach ourselves that.
But even with our training and genes, it didn't help us deal with the aftermath of the pulse. We were kids for god sakes! There was one good thing that came from the pulse though. We got to escape and experience what human life was like and not just stare at cold, white walls forever. Unfortunately only a fourth of our unit made it out.
Why did we escape? It was because life at Manticore was cold and unloving. The people there considered us freaks or just experiments that didn't have human emotions. They didn't care about us. If we died they would cut us up a study the body. Or if we made a mistake then you would do 10 times the amount of training and work than others and they would torture you and drill what was right and what you needed to do to correct you mistake into your head so that was the only thing you could think about the whole day.
Thirty groups in all. Fifteen of us escaped that night. We split up in groups of two so the other Manticore soldiers wouldn't find us. I was paired up with Jhondy, my best friend and the closest thing I could get to a sister. We got out and ran to the woods that surround the base. We rested there a while and assessed our situation. We didn't stay there for long though because we knew they were still looking for us. But before we left Syl, Krit, and Cassie joined us. Jhondy, Syl, Krit, and Cassie live in Elms too.
We all know it's not wise to stay together. Especially since Manticore personnel can identify us with the barcode that is seared on at the base of our neck. Mine is 3004570000452. Otherwise known as X5-452. We didn't call each other by our designations because it didn't sound right. So we got our names in a book that one of the kind janitors gave to us.
The five of us are convinced that other units escaped that night. Just like I'm sure that our leader, Zack, is out there looking out for us. Cassie and Jhondy work with me at the Red Dragon Inn. Syl and Krit, who are married now, work on our little farm.
Right now I'm at the Red Dragon Inn. One more minute till my break and I can take my meds for my seizures. The one screw up the Manticore scientists made in generation five.
"Miss!" shouted a loud, gruff voice.
I looked over. The voice belonged to a man that was drunk, and had a glint in his eye that I knew all to well.
"Ugg..." I muttered silently.
It's going to be a long day.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dark Angel characters and never will. So don't sue.
Summery: M/L. Major AU. In this world when the Pulse went off, it wasn't the only thing that happened... And Max and Logan meet under different circumstances.
Summery 2: A girl named Max lives in a world where the society is split in two; one is technologically advanced and the other sent back into a world much like the medieval times. She meets a guy who finds out that she is more than she seems.
Author's note: I know that the barcode number isn't Max's but I don't know her real barcode.
Melinda: you're welcome! Glad to see that we still have M/L fans out there.
Black rose9: Thanks! :D I'll try to update ASAP for every chapter!
Fair Cate: Thanks!
Sorry for the grammar mistakes in the last chapter.
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My full name is Maxine Aria Guevara, but most people call me Max. I live in Elms, Washington, U.S.A. It's 20 miles off to the east side of Seattle. There I work as a barmaid or help my friends with farm work. I'm 19 years old.
Elms is one of the better medieval cities since we are so close to Seattle, a technologically advanced city. They occasionally help us with financial or architect problems, but I think that they would like it better if we weren't there at all.
Elms isn't my birth city though. It was Cheyenne, Wyoming or rather I was created in a test tube there. A secret government agency called Manticore was responsible for this. Secretly created in 1999, this agency specialized in cloning and genetics. In that year a man in the agency called Sandleman created the first genetically engineered soldiers. My group was their fifth generation.
When the pulse hit in 2007, I was seven years old. Manticore had already trained me in fighting techniques, escape and invade, 12 different languages, weapons training, survival training, the good guy the bad guys, etc. Only the good guy bad guy scenario was backwards, Manticore was the bad guy and the supposedly bad guys were the good. But they didn't prepare us how to act human. We had to teach ourselves that.
But even with our training and genes, it didn't help us deal with the aftermath of the pulse. We were kids for god sakes! There was one good thing that came from the pulse though. We got to escape and experience what human life was like and not just stare at cold, white walls forever. Unfortunately only a fourth of our unit made it out.
Why did we escape? It was because life at Manticore was cold and unloving. The people there considered us freaks or just experiments that didn't have human emotions. They didn't care about us. If we died they would cut us up a study the body. Or if we made a mistake then you would do 10 times the amount of training and work than others and they would torture you and drill what was right and what you needed to do to correct you mistake into your head so that was the only thing you could think about the whole day.
Thirty groups in all. Fifteen of us escaped that night. We split up in groups of two so the other Manticore soldiers wouldn't find us. I was paired up with Jhondy, my best friend and the closest thing I could get to a sister. We got out and ran to the woods that surround the base. We rested there a while and assessed our situation. We didn't stay there for long though because we knew they were still looking for us. But before we left Syl, Krit, and Cassie joined us. Jhondy, Syl, Krit, and Cassie live in Elms too.
We all know it's not wise to stay together. Especially since Manticore personnel can identify us with the barcode that is seared on at the base of our neck. Mine is 3004570000452. Otherwise known as X5-452. We didn't call each other by our designations because it didn't sound right. So we got our names in a book that one of the kind janitors gave to us.
The five of us are convinced that other units escaped that night. Just like I'm sure that our leader, Zack, is out there looking out for us. Cassie and Jhondy work with me at the Red Dragon Inn. Syl and Krit, who are married now, work on our little farm.
Right now I'm at the Red Dragon Inn. One more minute till my break and I can take my meds for my seizures. The one screw up the Manticore scientists made in generation five.
"Miss!" shouted a loud, gruff voice.
I looked over. The voice belonged to a man that was drunk, and had a glint in his eye that I knew all to well.
"Ugg..." I muttered silently.
It's going to be a long day.