A/N: hey guys! What's up? Hope you like the story, but if not oh well. I totally forgot my disclaimer in the last chapter, so here goes: I do not own Dark Angel. If I did, I would have it still on the air (duh!). So, no worries and please don't sue!
Moll :D
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"I'm Andy." I introduce myself, not really knowing why I'm drawn to this girl.
"Max."
Then it hits me
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(Outside Manticore in the woods in 2008, all of the X5's are playing escape and evade. The X6's are trailing after them, supposed to be watching them, improving on their moves.)
I'm following her, but it's hard. I'm faster than anyone else in my unit, but it's like she's perfect. She doesn't even look at the ground to know where the holes are.
She dodges behind a tree. I hide behind a different one. She starts running again. I feel like I'm going to vomit, but I can't give in to the seizures-they'll come for me, and take me away. I don't want to die.
She runs into a cave and I follow her, trying to stay alert. She's hiding behind a rock, and I push myself against the wall so I don't make a shadow.
My head feels heavy, so heavy. I try to be strong but I fall to the ground. In an instant she's at my side.
"Are you okay?" she asks, putting her arms around me and carrying me further into the cave.
"I'm going to be taken away."I manage to say through the violent spasms. "I don't want to go where Amy went. Please, don't let me."
"Don't worry. You won't be taken to the Bad Place. I won't let them." she says, wrapping her arms around me tighter.
"Thank...you." I don't know why she's helping me. She is supposed to report any problems with us. They all are. Why is she helping me?
"I'm Max." she says. So Amy and I aren't the only ones with names. Huh, very interesting. Or it would be if my head didn't feel like it's about to explode.
"A...Andy." I say, and then my world fades to blackness.
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(Back in the elevator)
"Are you okay?" Max says, looking concerned. I'm sitting on the ground, my arms wrapped around my knees. Oh God, this might take some explaining.
"Ummm....yeah." I tell her, standing up. I don't think she believes me, though. I'm cold. I always get cold after a flashback. I try to look normal, but I don't think that comforts her.
The elevator's stopped and the door's open, but Max looks like she could care less about where she was going to.
"What was that?" she asks. Quick, think of a story. Ummmm....umm...
"Flashback. It happens all the time. I wasn't treated real well as a child, and sometimes I get like that." I say, hoping she'll buy my story. Which, in all reality, is the truth, but whatever. "I'm sorry. I should be going."
"Sure, I'd like that." I say, curious to find out what it's like for an X on the outside. She motions for me to follow her. She opens the door to an apartment that's pretty nice. It's so colorful, I think enviously. It's funny how nearly everything I've ever seen is either army green, bluish gray, or red.
"OC? Original Cindy, you home? I brought a friend." Max yells, looking around. She turns to me. "Would you like something to eat or drink? You're really pale. Are you sure you're fine?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. But could I have a glass of water?" I ask, ignoring the searing pain in my forehead.
Max goes around the kitchen, pulling out glasses and food. I hear someone clear their throat behind me, and turn around.
It's a very fashionably dressed African American woman who's holding up to shirts, trying to compare them. She eyes me suspiciously, then introduces herself. "Original Cindy. Pleased ta meet ya."
"Andrea Glasser, but you can call me Andy." I say. She turns to Max and looks at her questioningly. Max shakes her head discreetly.
"Here's your water, Andy." Max hands me a glass. Oh, my god, my head. It hurts so bad. God, what the hell is wrong with me today? I feel like I'm gonna hork, but I'm Manticore-mad, immune to almost any disease. What the He-Oh, god. The seizures. I didn't take the pill today. I'm screwed. No, take that back...I'm monster-screwed.
"Well, I better go check my apartment. I'm moving in." I say, my hands tightening into fists from the pain.
"Will you need any help?" Max asks. I shake my head no. "Are you alright?"
Yeah, I'm fine, really. Just having your average, every day seizures caused by genetic mutation. No prob. "I gotta go." I say, the room starting to spin. "Bye." I almost fall, my legs nearly giving out. Please, don't let them have seen that.
I hear them yell something as I run out the door, but they sound too far away to hear. I run to my apartment, carrying my black backpack, the only thing that can save me from the disease programmed into me. I kick down the door, not even bothering with the lock.
I try to run to the couch that Manticore has supplied me with, but my body can't take it any more and I fall to the ground, clutching my backpack. I open it, feeling around for what I need. I find what I'm looking for through the blur of dizziness and the tears of pain. I pull out the red case and take out a pill, putting it in my mouth. Oh no, what if they aren't working?
No, don't think like that. They should start stopping your seizures in a half a minute. Footsteps are coming down the hallway. They can't find me! Please, just let them visit next door. Shit, they're coming...I have failed my mission. I welcome the darkness.
