Disclaimer: Sprinkle a bit of 'don't own' here, sprinkle a bit of 'don't own' there. . . .
Okay, DON'T have a heart attack people! (Please don't be dead yet, please don't be dead yet. . .)
Here we go.
Today's Motto: Skip the motto, I'm just trying to stop people from having a heart attack!
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"Alec!" Max screamed as he hit the ground.
She ran at White and grabbed the gun, kicking him in the upper arm and dislocating his shoulder.
She turned the gun around and pointed it at him, while kneeling at Alec's side.
Alec lay on his back on the ground. "Alec?" Max said.
"I'm alive," he groaned, putting a hand on his lower abdomen. "I don't think he hit anything
*too* vital."
White stood above them, with Max still pointing his gun at him. "If I had killed you," he said to
Alec, at a level at which the ordinaries wouldn't hear him, "I wouldn't have the chance to torture
you to death."
"You won't touch him," Max growled protectively. "Now shut the hell up and put your hands on
your head." She stood, keeping the gun trained on White's head.
"You know, you're exposing yourself to a lot of people, here," Alec pointed out, struggling to sit
up, but failing as the motion caused too much pain.
The back door to Logan's car began to open slowly, as Original Cindy, who had climbed in the
back seat stuck her head out, concerned for her friends' welfare.
"Get back in!" Max yelled, not even looking back to see who it was. The door closed again.
"What did you do to my son, four-five-two?" White demanded.
"I got him the hell away from you, you murderous son of a bitch!" Max yelled. "Now I'm gonna
be the one asking the questions, you got that?" she said, pointing to the gun with her free hand,
for emphasis. "Why *are* you exposing yourself, here and now?"
"Freak!" someone shouted from the crowd, as if to emphasize that point.
"I'm tired of you thinking that because you're the leader of our people, that you think you're
better than the rest of us!" White covered, trying to convince the crowd that he was a transgenic,
so they wouldn't ask questions and find out the truth. Of course, Max wasn't going to let him do
that.
"Now that's an insult," Alec muttered, trying to stop the flow of blood from his wound.
"You're not one of us!" Max said. "Now cut the shit, you breeding cult psycho! This man," she
began, addressing the crowd, "is the result of a thousand year old breeding cult, hell bent on
pulling a Pinky and the Brain. Except, instead of some cheesy scheme, he just wants to wipe
out-"
Max was cut off as White launched himself at her, knocking the gun from her grasp and tackling
her to the ground. He pinned her down and punched her repeatedly in the face.
"Max!" Alec said. He rolled over, trying to ignore the pain, and staggered to his feet. In a haze
of pain, he stepped towards them and kicked White off her.
Max leapt to her feet and kicked White in the face.
Alec collapsed to his knees. Right next to the pipe the man had swung at him. He picked it up.
"Max, catch!" he yelled, and tossed it to her. She caught it and swung it downwards, connecting
with White's head and knocking him out cold.
Max rushed over to Alec and knelt next to his side. She took off her jacket and pressed it to his
wound. She helped him stand up. "I'd give you guys a big speech on White and his breeding cult
buddies, but I have to get my friend to a doctor," she told the crowd.
As Max was helping Alec into the back seat of the car with Original Cindy, two boys ran from the
crowd to Asha. "Hey!" Max snarled. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Jake, and this is Mac," said a young red-haired kid. "Asha's his cousin."
Max nodded. "We got her," said Mac.
"Alright," Max said. "Take care of her and be careful." She got in the car.
***
OC carefully climbed back into the front of the car, trying not to jar Alec as she went. Max
cradled his head in her lap and pressed her jacket to his wound. "You're gonna be ok," she
whispered to Alec.
Alec nodded slowly. He looked into Max's eyes. "Thanks," he whispered, then he went slack.
"Logan!" Max said. "Step on it!"
"Where to?" Logan asked.
"The hospital," Max replied, reaching into Alec's jacket pocket and handing his cell phone up to
the front. "Call Dr. Shankar."
"On it."
"Hold on, Alec, hold on," Max whispered, for the second time that night.
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I know, I could have thought of something better for Alec to say than "Thanks" but actually, I
couldn't think of anything at the moment. And no, he's not gonna say "I love you" yet. He
knows he's not gonna die anyway, and he and Max aren't to that point. Yet!
Reviews are always welcome, and loved.
Oh, and I'd like to do a little poll with everyone. This may have absolutely nothing to do with
Dark Angel, but I'd like to know. Please humor me, this is my first poll on ff.net.
How many of you a scary traditionalists, in the way that you always eat the red ones last?
(Smarties question, for the slow ones, lol) I always eat the red ones last, and all in one mouthful!
(I'd hate to see me with a box of all red smarties . . .) Anyway, humor me, please.
DO YOU EAT THE RED ONES LAST?
Whatever happened to that slogan anyway?
Okay, DON'T have a heart attack people! (Please don't be dead yet, please don't be dead yet. . .)
Here we go.
Today's Motto: Skip the motto, I'm just trying to stop people from having a heart attack!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Alec!" Max screamed as he hit the ground.
She ran at White and grabbed the gun, kicking him in the upper arm and dislocating his shoulder.
She turned the gun around and pointed it at him, while kneeling at Alec's side.
Alec lay on his back on the ground. "Alec?" Max said.
"I'm alive," he groaned, putting a hand on his lower abdomen. "I don't think he hit anything
*too* vital."
White stood above them, with Max still pointing his gun at him. "If I had killed you," he said to
Alec, at a level at which the ordinaries wouldn't hear him, "I wouldn't have the chance to torture
you to death."
"You won't touch him," Max growled protectively. "Now shut the hell up and put your hands on
your head." She stood, keeping the gun trained on White's head.
"You know, you're exposing yourself to a lot of people, here," Alec pointed out, struggling to sit
up, but failing as the motion caused too much pain.
The back door to Logan's car began to open slowly, as Original Cindy, who had climbed in the
back seat stuck her head out, concerned for her friends' welfare.
"Get back in!" Max yelled, not even looking back to see who it was. The door closed again.
"What did you do to my son, four-five-two?" White demanded.
"I got him the hell away from you, you murderous son of a bitch!" Max yelled. "Now I'm gonna
be the one asking the questions, you got that?" she said, pointing to the gun with her free hand,
for emphasis. "Why *are* you exposing yourself, here and now?"
"Freak!" someone shouted from the crowd, as if to emphasize that point.
"I'm tired of you thinking that because you're the leader of our people, that you think you're
better than the rest of us!" White covered, trying to convince the crowd that he was a transgenic,
so they wouldn't ask questions and find out the truth. Of course, Max wasn't going to let him do
that.
"Now that's an insult," Alec muttered, trying to stop the flow of blood from his wound.
"You're not one of us!" Max said. "Now cut the shit, you breeding cult psycho! This man," she
began, addressing the crowd, "is the result of a thousand year old breeding cult, hell bent on
pulling a Pinky and the Brain. Except, instead of some cheesy scheme, he just wants to wipe
out-"
Max was cut off as White launched himself at her, knocking the gun from her grasp and tackling
her to the ground. He pinned her down and punched her repeatedly in the face.
"Max!" Alec said. He rolled over, trying to ignore the pain, and staggered to his feet. In a haze
of pain, he stepped towards them and kicked White off her.
Max leapt to her feet and kicked White in the face.
Alec collapsed to his knees. Right next to the pipe the man had swung at him. He picked it up.
"Max, catch!" he yelled, and tossed it to her. She caught it and swung it downwards, connecting
with White's head and knocking him out cold.
Max rushed over to Alec and knelt next to his side. She took off her jacket and pressed it to his
wound. She helped him stand up. "I'd give you guys a big speech on White and his breeding cult
buddies, but I have to get my friend to a doctor," she told the crowd.
As Max was helping Alec into the back seat of the car with Original Cindy, two boys ran from the
crowd to Asha. "Hey!" Max snarled. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Jake, and this is Mac," said a young red-haired kid. "Asha's his cousin."
Max nodded. "We got her," said Mac.
"Alright," Max said. "Take care of her and be careful." She got in the car.
***
OC carefully climbed back into the front of the car, trying not to jar Alec as she went. Max
cradled his head in her lap and pressed her jacket to his wound. "You're gonna be ok," she
whispered to Alec.
Alec nodded slowly. He looked into Max's eyes. "Thanks," he whispered, then he went slack.
"Logan!" Max said. "Step on it!"
"Where to?" Logan asked.
"The hospital," Max replied, reaching into Alec's jacket pocket and handing his cell phone up to
the front. "Call Dr. Shankar."
"On it."
"Hold on, Alec, hold on," Max whispered, for the second time that night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know, I could have thought of something better for Alec to say than "Thanks" but actually, I
couldn't think of anything at the moment. And no, he's not gonna say "I love you" yet. He
knows he's not gonna die anyway, and he and Max aren't to that point. Yet!
Reviews are always welcome, and loved.
Oh, and I'd like to do a little poll with everyone. This may have absolutely nothing to do with
Dark Angel, but I'd like to know. Please humor me, this is my first poll on ff.net.
How many of you a scary traditionalists, in the way that you always eat the red ones last?
(Smarties question, for the slow ones, lol) I always eat the red ones last, and all in one mouthful!
(I'd hate to see me with a box of all red smarties . . .) Anyway, humor me, please.
DO YOU EAT THE RED ONES LAST?
Whatever happened to that slogan anyway?