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Chapter 15: Tales from the Past
The weatherman was lying through his teeth. Rain poured mercilessly that night, splattering the rooftop heavily. Lightning would flash periodically, illuminating the black canvas that was spread up above, making the night almost as bright as day. And after that sharp flash of lighting, thunder would follow deafeningly. It was as if the lightning was its leader, whom it can't live without, like a baby that cannot live without its mother.
The apartment door to Alec's apartment banged open, and in walked the owner itself, in his arms a shaking Max. Spike and Buffy followed behind doing whatever they can to help Max. Alec winced as another wave of spasms hit Max.
"What's happening to her?" Buffy asked, looking slightly panicked.
"Its her seizures," Alec said gently laying Max on the couch. Grabbing a spare blanket from the table he threw it over Max, trying to warm her.
He racked his brains. After Max blew up the DNA lab, Manticore had no choice but to produce new soldiers through the—natural way. So they paired up an X and a Y to 'copulate' with each other, and since their genes were special, they had to be paired very carefully. If their DNA wasn't compatible, then—he glanced at Max to continue that thought.
He and Max were two of Manticore's top soldiers and it was impossible that Manticore would make a mistake in their DNA-matching. After all, Manticore could only create the finest.
Unless Max happened to have had any transfusions with somebody other than himself. "Logan," he muttered acidly. It must've affected her pregnancy.
"Who's Logan?" Buffy asked in confusion, she stood beside him restlessly trying to calm Max as she trembled uncontrollably.
"I'll explain later," Alec said before taking out his mobile phone and dialing the only doctor they could trust: Dr. Carr. "Dr. Carr? It's Alec. Max's getting one of her seizures...you know my address right? Good."
"Spike, toss me that bottle of pills on the coffee table." Alec instructed his gaze dropping onto the Trytophan. He should thank Max for forcing him to keep an extra bottle at his house in case he had seizures. Spike did as told. Alec uncapped the lid of the bottle and took out for our five pills and opened Max's mouth gently.
"Dr. Carr arrived ten minutes later, carrying a top of the line first aid kit. "Did you give her, her pills?" the doctor asked, checking her pulse, and body temperature. Alec nodded his reply.
"According to my past researches, Max isn't allowed to get pregnant if she was able to transfuse blood to somebody other than yourself." Dr. Carr said turning inquiringly at Alec who shrugged.
"She was in heat," was all he said.
"She needs transgenic blood. Her pregnancy hormones must've mixed with the ordinary's DNA. Since Max has no junk DNA, an ordinary's DNA would certainly affect her." Dr. Carr said, taking out the necessary equipment needed for the transfusion. Ignoring, Spike's and Buffy's stunned looks, Alec took off his jacket and held out his arm. "Here, do it."
After a few more minutes of intense nervousness, Dr. Carr halted the blood transfusion. "She's had enough, she'll be fine from now on."
"Thanks Doc," Alec said bandaging his wrist with a small plaster.
"Anytime," Dr. Carr said with a warm smile. He stood up, gathered his things and with one last good-bye, he left. The sound of his car motor soon disappeared into the night, and the apartment was once again left silent, save for Max's ragged breathing. She looked better, most of the color had gone back to her face.
"So, Alec." Spike said, a slight smirk crossing his pale, bloodless face. "Why don't you tell us about this 'transgenic' thing. I've heard a lot about you people in the tabloids. And that streaming video 'Eyes Only'."
"Shut up for a second Spike," Buffy said, her eyes locking at Max's weak figure. "She's pregnant?" Buffy asked. "Whose the father?"
"Who do you think?" Spike asked, winking at Buffy. "Pretty boy of course."
Buffy glanced at Alec for confirmation. "Yeah, me." Alec said with a proud grin.
"Congratulations!" Buffy exclaimed, a grin splitting her face.
"Anyway, back to the question." Spike said. "What are you people?"
"You really want to know?" Alec asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yeah, and I'll tell you more about me if you tell me more about the two of you." Buffy said, taking a seat on an armchair.
"After the Pulse, new discoveries in genetics led to the top secret project "Manticore". With means of recombinant DNA Manticore wanted to create a perfect soldier. After the in-vitro work the genetically-enhanced DNA was carried out by surrogate mothers. Then the babies were taken away and until they grew, they were drilled in strength and tactics, training them day by day, till they reached excellence. Not only that, were trained to remain impassive, we were told never to feel, never to let ourselves be influenced by emotions. To them, feeling was a weakness." Alec paused to let this piece of information sink in. Buffy looked shocked, while Spike looked like he liked it. That guy had some issues.
Alec showed them the barcode behind his neck. "We were named by barcodes, because to them we were only a tool. A tool designed to kill and follow orders. A barcode is how you label a tool. And if you don't follow orders, you are immediately taken apart. When a tool doesn't work the way you want it to, you take it apart and see what's wrong with it. When you have found the error, you correct it, giving it back its perfectness. Me and Max are in the fifth generation of soldiers ever made, therefore we are called X5s."
"Didn't you ever think of escaping?" the blonde girl in front of him asked. He wondered how a girl as small as her, can have so much strength and power. But then, it wasn't new for them.
"Max and her siblings did. They escaped when they were nine. And the rest of us paid the price. Manticore wanted to make sure that we wouldn't do the same things they did."
"So you've killed?" the blonde vamp asked.
"Yes." Alec answered. "It was what we were trained to do—we didn't have a choice." He added at the disgusted look on Buffy's face. "Then Manticore went behind us. We were betrayed by our own command. Eyes Only was getting close to exposing them and they had no choice but to burn down the whole facility, they had to wipe out every single evidence that we existed. But Max granted us our freedom, she saved our lives, and we owe that to her. "
Alec ended the story, and the mask that covered his flawless face lifted. A grin split his face as the dreaded question escaped his lips.
"So, what's your story?"
A/N: Thanks for the reviews and most especially thanks to those who e- mailed me!!!
A/N: Thanks for all your reviews! And if PRINCESS ELYON is reading this chapter, I just want her to know that she is OBLIGED to REVIEW! :-)
Chapter 15: Tales from the Past
The weatherman was lying through his teeth. Rain poured mercilessly that night, splattering the rooftop heavily. Lightning would flash periodically, illuminating the black canvas that was spread up above, making the night almost as bright as day. And after that sharp flash of lighting, thunder would follow deafeningly. It was as if the lightning was its leader, whom it can't live without, like a baby that cannot live without its mother.
The apartment door to Alec's apartment banged open, and in walked the owner itself, in his arms a shaking Max. Spike and Buffy followed behind doing whatever they can to help Max. Alec winced as another wave of spasms hit Max.
"What's happening to her?" Buffy asked, looking slightly panicked.
"Its her seizures," Alec said gently laying Max on the couch. Grabbing a spare blanket from the table he threw it over Max, trying to warm her.
He racked his brains. After Max blew up the DNA lab, Manticore had no choice but to produce new soldiers through the—natural way. So they paired up an X and a Y to 'copulate' with each other, and since their genes were special, they had to be paired very carefully. If their DNA wasn't compatible, then—he glanced at Max to continue that thought.
He and Max were two of Manticore's top soldiers and it was impossible that Manticore would make a mistake in their DNA-matching. After all, Manticore could only create the finest.
Unless Max happened to have had any transfusions with somebody other than himself. "Logan," he muttered acidly. It must've affected her pregnancy.
"Who's Logan?" Buffy asked in confusion, she stood beside him restlessly trying to calm Max as she trembled uncontrollably.
"I'll explain later," Alec said before taking out his mobile phone and dialing the only doctor they could trust: Dr. Carr. "Dr. Carr? It's Alec. Max's getting one of her seizures...you know my address right? Good."
"Spike, toss me that bottle of pills on the coffee table." Alec instructed his gaze dropping onto the Trytophan. He should thank Max for forcing him to keep an extra bottle at his house in case he had seizures. Spike did as told. Alec uncapped the lid of the bottle and took out for our five pills and opened Max's mouth gently.
"Dr. Carr arrived ten minutes later, carrying a top of the line first aid kit. "Did you give her, her pills?" the doctor asked, checking her pulse, and body temperature. Alec nodded his reply.
"According to my past researches, Max isn't allowed to get pregnant if she was able to transfuse blood to somebody other than yourself." Dr. Carr said turning inquiringly at Alec who shrugged.
"She was in heat," was all he said.
"She needs transgenic blood. Her pregnancy hormones must've mixed with the ordinary's DNA. Since Max has no junk DNA, an ordinary's DNA would certainly affect her." Dr. Carr said, taking out the necessary equipment needed for the transfusion. Ignoring, Spike's and Buffy's stunned looks, Alec took off his jacket and held out his arm. "Here, do it."
After a few more minutes of intense nervousness, Dr. Carr halted the blood transfusion. "She's had enough, she'll be fine from now on."
"Thanks Doc," Alec said bandaging his wrist with a small plaster.
"Anytime," Dr. Carr said with a warm smile. He stood up, gathered his things and with one last good-bye, he left. The sound of his car motor soon disappeared into the night, and the apartment was once again left silent, save for Max's ragged breathing. She looked better, most of the color had gone back to her face.
"So, Alec." Spike said, a slight smirk crossing his pale, bloodless face. "Why don't you tell us about this 'transgenic' thing. I've heard a lot about you people in the tabloids. And that streaming video 'Eyes Only'."
"Shut up for a second Spike," Buffy said, her eyes locking at Max's weak figure. "She's pregnant?" Buffy asked. "Whose the father?"
"Who do you think?" Spike asked, winking at Buffy. "Pretty boy of course."
Buffy glanced at Alec for confirmation. "Yeah, me." Alec said with a proud grin.
"Congratulations!" Buffy exclaimed, a grin splitting her face.
"Anyway, back to the question." Spike said. "What are you people?"
"You really want to know?" Alec asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yeah, and I'll tell you more about me if you tell me more about the two of you." Buffy said, taking a seat on an armchair.
"After the Pulse, new discoveries in genetics led to the top secret project "Manticore". With means of recombinant DNA Manticore wanted to create a perfect soldier. After the in-vitro work the genetically-enhanced DNA was carried out by surrogate mothers. Then the babies were taken away and until they grew, they were drilled in strength and tactics, training them day by day, till they reached excellence. Not only that, were trained to remain impassive, we were told never to feel, never to let ourselves be influenced by emotions. To them, feeling was a weakness." Alec paused to let this piece of information sink in. Buffy looked shocked, while Spike looked like he liked it. That guy had some issues.
Alec showed them the barcode behind his neck. "We were named by barcodes, because to them we were only a tool. A tool designed to kill and follow orders. A barcode is how you label a tool. And if you don't follow orders, you are immediately taken apart. When a tool doesn't work the way you want it to, you take it apart and see what's wrong with it. When you have found the error, you correct it, giving it back its perfectness. Me and Max are in the fifth generation of soldiers ever made, therefore we are called X5s."
"Didn't you ever think of escaping?" the blonde girl in front of him asked. He wondered how a girl as small as her, can have so much strength and power. But then, it wasn't new for them.
"Max and her siblings did. They escaped when they were nine. And the rest of us paid the price. Manticore wanted to make sure that we wouldn't do the same things they did."
"So you've killed?" the blonde vamp asked.
"Yes." Alec answered. "It was what we were trained to do—we didn't have a choice." He added at the disgusted look on Buffy's face. "Then Manticore went behind us. We were betrayed by our own command. Eyes Only was getting close to exposing them and they had no choice but to burn down the whole facility, they had to wipe out every single evidence that we existed. But Max granted us our freedom, she saved our lives, and we owe that to her. "
Alec ended the story, and the mask that covered his flawless face lifted. A grin split his face as the dreaded question escaped his lips.
"So, what's your story?"
A/N: Thanks for the reviews and most especially thanks to those who e- mailed me!!!