Disclaimer: Not mine. It all (Dark Angel, its characters, etc, etc, etc.) belongs to its creators,
James Cameron and Charles Eglee, and whoever else has rights to it. I am not included in that
category. Oh! But I do own Mac, Jake, tall buff guy, and all the lackeys (except Otto) which I
abuse freely! Mwa ha ha ha! You may think I don't have the right to own the poor lackeys
because of that fact, but what're YOU gonna do about it? HUH?
So . . . uh . . . How've y'all been? I'll think of something crazier to say later . . . Then I'll add it
right after this, and it'll look like it didn't take me any time to think of it. You know, it's amazing
how much a person can say without actually saying anything at all.
Today's Motto: Rambling endlessly is good, because it eventually gets the point across, and you
get so much extra with it! (Never mind that today's rambling HAS no point.)
BTW: Check out Not Himself by Whisper, and write to her to help save DA! Come on people!
Don't you love DA? I mean you claim you do, but do you really?
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White moved towards Max as she hit the ground and kicked her in the ribs. He moved to do it
again, and Max grabbed his foot, lifting it upwards at the same time kicking his other foot out
from under him, sending him sprawling to the ground right next to her. She jumped up before he
could grab her, and kicked hm square in the face.
She moved as if to do it again, but before White could grab her foot, she pulled away, leaned
down and punched him in the face. She grabbed him by the shoulders, lifted him up and kneed
him in the gut. White staggered backward and punched her in the face.
Alec was busying himself taking out White's men. He was beating the crap out of two at once,
when he heard a gun cock behind him. He spun around and ducked at the same time, and the
bullet whizzed over his head and hit one of the two he was fighting in the shoulder. Alec focused
on the gun and ran toward the man who had fired, his only concern at the moment was disarming
him. Which is why he didn't see the man charging at him from the side, wielding a pipe which he
had gotten from god-knows-where.
The man swung the pipe, connecting solidly with Alec's ribs. Alec fell back.
White punched Max again, and she fell backwards. She grunted as she slammed into Alec's back.
She quickly wrapped her arms around his to keep them both from falling. "You alright?" she
asked Alec over her shoulder.
"Golden. You?"
"Been better."
"Me too."
White and three of the four lackeys who were left standing surrounded them from all sides. "I
told you that you can't win four-five-two," White said.
"Two X5s against three ordinaries and a familiar? Why the hell not?" Max snarled.
"Four ordinaries," White corrected, as the fourth appeared, supporting the unconscious Asha.
"One hostage."
Alec sighed loudly. "Ames, why couldn't you just leave her out of it?"
Max suppressed a shudder at the familiar speech Alec used when talking to him. No, not familiar,
just . . . comfortable. Instead of voicing her thoughts, Max simply muttered: "It's what I
would've done."
Despite the situation, Alec chuckled. "We know Max, we know."
***
"Hey Jake?"
"Yeah Mac?"
"What the hell is a familiar?"
"I have no clue. Hey isn't that Asha, your cousin?"
"Shit!" Mac said. He picked up a can off the dirty ground. "Let her go, you bastard!" he yelled
and threw the can at White's head.
"What are you doing?" a tall, buff guy standing nearby asked.
"That blonde girl, she's an ordinary, my cousin!"
"What the hell?" the guy muttered.
***
Max grinned as a can flew from the crowd and hit White in the side of his face. "White, you got a
little . . ." she said, gesturing to the mud that was smeared all over the side of White's face.
"Funny, four-five-two, really funny."
"I agree," Alec piped in.
"Are you forgetting that your friend's life is in my hands?" White asked threateningly.
"Two things White," Max said. "One, she's not my friend, I cannot stand her, and two, she's in
his hands, not yours."
"Shoot her," White ordered.
The lackey who held Asha raised his gun to her head. He cocked it awkwardly, trying not to drop
Asha, and prepared to blow her brains out.
In a lightning-fast movement, Alec whipped out Logan's gun and shot him in the lower arm. The
lackey screamed in pain and dropped Asha and the gun. He fainted from the pain. Alec
snickered.
White and friends rushed towards Max and Alec, who rejoined arms and jumped while kicking
out. Max hit White and Otto in the face with her feet, and Alec did the same to the
other two. Now the only people who were left conscious, aside from the entire crowd of
ordinaries and the people in the cars, were Max and Alec, who stood side by side, and White.
Max chuckled. "Looks like I'm winning."
"You may be," White replied, getting to his feet and dusting himself off, "but 494's not." With
that he whipped out a gun and shot Alec.
"Alec!" Max screamed as he hit the ground.
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Cliffhanger . . . Mwa ha ha ha!
Review please. I'll tell you what happens later. If you wanna know. I don't even know yet. I
repeat: Mwa ha ha ha!
James Cameron and Charles Eglee, and whoever else has rights to it. I am not included in that
category. Oh! But I do own Mac, Jake, tall buff guy, and all the lackeys (except Otto) which I
abuse freely! Mwa ha ha ha! You may think I don't have the right to own the poor lackeys
because of that fact, but what're YOU gonna do about it? HUH?
So . . . uh . . . How've y'all been? I'll think of something crazier to say later . . . Then I'll add it
right after this, and it'll look like it didn't take me any time to think of it. You know, it's amazing
how much a person can say without actually saying anything at all.
Today's Motto: Rambling endlessly is good, because it eventually gets the point across, and you
get so much extra with it! (Never mind that today's rambling HAS no point.)
BTW: Check out Not Himself by Whisper, and write to her to help save DA! Come on people!
Don't you love DA? I mean you claim you do, but do you really?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
White moved towards Max as she hit the ground and kicked her in the ribs. He moved to do it
again, and Max grabbed his foot, lifting it upwards at the same time kicking his other foot out
from under him, sending him sprawling to the ground right next to her. She jumped up before he
could grab her, and kicked hm square in the face.
She moved as if to do it again, but before White could grab her foot, she pulled away, leaned
down and punched him in the face. She grabbed him by the shoulders, lifted him up and kneed
him in the gut. White staggered backward and punched her in the face.
Alec was busying himself taking out White's men. He was beating the crap out of two at once,
when he heard a gun cock behind him. He spun around and ducked at the same time, and the
bullet whizzed over his head and hit one of the two he was fighting in the shoulder. Alec focused
on the gun and ran toward the man who had fired, his only concern at the moment was disarming
him. Which is why he didn't see the man charging at him from the side, wielding a pipe which he
had gotten from god-knows-where.
The man swung the pipe, connecting solidly with Alec's ribs. Alec fell back.
White punched Max again, and she fell backwards. She grunted as she slammed into Alec's back.
She quickly wrapped her arms around his to keep them both from falling. "You alright?" she
asked Alec over her shoulder.
"Golden. You?"
"Been better."
"Me too."
White and three of the four lackeys who were left standing surrounded them from all sides. "I
told you that you can't win four-five-two," White said.
"Two X5s against three ordinaries and a familiar? Why the hell not?" Max snarled.
"Four ordinaries," White corrected, as the fourth appeared, supporting the unconscious Asha.
"One hostage."
Alec sighed loudly. "Ames, why couldn't you just leave her out of it?"
Max suppressed a shudder at the familiar speech Alec used when talking to him. No, not familiar,
just . . . comfortable. Instead of voicing her thoughts, Max simply muttered: "It's what I
would've done."
Despite the situation, Alec chuckled. "We know Max, we know."
***
"Hey Jake?"
"Yeah Mac?"
"What the hell is a familiar?"
"I have no clue. Hey isn't that Asha, your cousin?"
"Shit!" Mac said. He picked up a can off the dirty ground. "Let her go, you bastard!" he yelled
and threw the can at White's head.
"What are you doing?" a tall, buff guy standing nearby asked.
"That blonde girl, she's an ordinary, my cousin!"
"What the hell?" the guy muttered.
***
Max grinned as a can flew from the crowd and hit White in the side of his face. "White, you got a
little . . ." she said, gesturing to the mud that was smeared all over the side of White's face.
"Funny, four-five-two, really funny."
"I agree," Alec piped in.
"Are you forgetting that your friend's life is in my hands?" White asked threateningly.
"Two things White," Max said. "One, she's not my friend, I cannot stand her, and two, she's in
his hands, not yours."
"Shoot her," White ordered.
The lackey who held Asha raised his gun to her head. He cocked it awkwardly, trying not to drop
Asha, and prepared to blow her brains out.
In a lightning-fast movement, Alec whipped out Logan's gun and shot him in the lower arm. The
lackey screamed in pain and dropped Asha and the gun. He fainted from the pain. Alec
snickered.
White and friends rushed towards Max and Alec, who rejoined arms and jumped while kicking
out. Max hit White and Otto in the face with her feet, and Alec did the same to the
other two. Now the only people who were left conscious, aside from the entire crowd of
ordinaries and the people in the cars, were Max and Alec, who stood side by side, and White.
Max chuckled. "Looks like I'm winning."
"You may be," White replied, getting to his feet and dusting himself off, "but 494's not." With
that he whipped out a gun and shot Alec.
"Alec!" Max screamed as he hit the ground.
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Cliffhanger . . . Mwa ha ha ha!
Review please. I'll tell you what happens later. If you wanna know. I don't even know yet. I
repeat: Mwa ha ha ha!