Thanks guys for all the reviews! Its really, really brilliant that you all took the time to do that and its really made me want to write the story quicker. The next chapter will be a while coming, as I really have to revise for my exams – I got told last week that I should have been revising for the past 2 months – oops! Well, here's the next part and I hope you enjoy it!
DISCLAIMER: This also applies to the previous chapters (I forgot that we're supposed to write these!). None of the characters that you recognise belong to me, they all belong to James Cameron and whoever else owns Dark Angel.
CHAPTER THREE
The moon shone brightly down onto the checkpoint between sectors 5 and 6, where a couple of sector cops were sitting in their hut watching TV. Their cups of coffee steamed against the chill of the midnight air, while the two cops were concentrating on the screen. Suddenly hearing a loud revving of several engines, they rushed out of the hut in front of the barrier, eager to extort some more money from the citizens of Seattle. However, they instead had to dive to the side of the barrier, as twelve motorbikes roared up the street. Upon reaching the barrier, the lead biker on a lime green motorbike, pulled his bike up to crash through the barrier, with the rest following through in a matter of seconds. "What was that?" muttered one of the dazed cops. Alec and the rest raced on their motorcycles through the back streets of Seattle, desperate to go as fast as possible. Dix had just come through with some info – a large military vehicle had left Sector 4, close to the warehouse. They were following it through the city, as the truck had not yet stopped. However, it had spent half an hour more than necessary in Sector 8, so half the team would search the area while the others would continue to follow the truck.
Alec swerved sharply around the bend, going through the lanes to reach the next sector checkpoint quicker, with Mole in hot pursuit. For a lizard transgenic that had had no proper training, Mole was surprisingly good on the bike, better in fact that some of the X series back at TC. Alec risked a quick look back at Mole and grinned to see the lizard biting on one end of a cigar as he concentrated on the road. 'Trust Mole not to waste a cigar' Alec thought, shaking his head at the lizard-boy's antics. However Alec's thoughts quickly returned to the dark-haired transgenic that he was trying so desperately to find. "Hold on Max, just hold on" he whispered, his eyes darting around as he approached the next checkout barrier, "Hold on, we're coming for you."
Max gritted her teeth against the pain that was coursing through her nervous system. There were numerous cuts on her body, from the dull and sharp instruments. She had lost about 2 ½ pints of blood and was starting to feel light-headed, not a good thing when you are being tortured. White was getting more worked up by the minute, as Max refused to tell him anything about the transgenics or his precious son Ray. White seemed crazy enough to do anything to save his son, at least to Max and this made him more human in her eyes. A little bit. Then she had to bite her tongue to hold back a scream as boiling hot water was poured over her stomach. She tasted copper as blood began to fill her mouth. 'On second thoughts, fuck that,' she thought 'He's an inhuman bastard and I am so gonna kick his ass for this. I'm going to make his death as painful for him as this is for me.'
"You were starting to smell a little 452 and I didn't want this nice facility to stink of transgenics now, do I?" White grinned his sadistic smirk at her, the one that turned her blood cold. Max knew that she probably wouldn't live through this if she annoyed him so much that he lost his self-control. White was ironically what Manticore had tried to train their transgenics to be; cold, calculating, ruthless with a love for pain and death.
"Now 452, how many times do we have to go through this? I want to know where my son is, and everything about the transgenic situation inside and outside Terminal City. I know you're the leader of the freaks and that you'll know the most about them," White's voice was getting colder by the second, any moment soon and Max would swear that she was at the North Pole. "If you don't talk, I'll cause you so much fucking pain that in the end you'll be begging me to slit your throat." He leaned closer, staring into Max's eyes without blinking, the intensity of his stare rendering her speechless for once.
"Cat got your tongue? Oh well then, best get started." The corners of White's mouth turned upwards in a feral grin as he moved off to the side. Max's body started to spasm involuntarily as electricity started to course through it. The pain was intense. Her every nerve was screaming in agony, begging her to do anything to stop the pain that they were in. Slowly, the pain began to escalate, until small blue-white lines began to occur all over her body.
"Now 452, tell me where my son is. Where the hell is Ray?" White's voice got louder and louder, demanding an answer. "I'll increase the voltage until you answer me. Where the fuck's my son?" White was screaming now in desperation. Aides outside the soundproof room heard his roaring, although they could not hear what he said clearly. They admired the transgenic for her attitude and daring – they were all scared shitless by White and his temper when things didn't go his way. White's screaming intensified and Max began to whimper as more and more electricity surged through her body. It felt as though her every nerve stood on end and she could find no surcease in her mind – she couldn't think of anything but the pain. White's ranting and raving meant nothing to her; she was made blind and deaf with pain. Blue-white sparks hovered in front of her eyes. Through the pain and haziness, her battered mind focused on the one thing that she could remember. 'Alec, where are you?'
Alec zoomed through the streets, not even noticing the people who scattered as they heard him coming. He was so intent, so focused on Max that nothing else mattered. Suddenly, he thought he heard something and looked around. 'No, it couldn't have been' he thought, trying to expel the dumb thought from his head. But it wouldn't go away. He thought that he had just heard Max whisper his name so softly that it was barely audible.
The blue-white sparks were beginning to fade and all that could be heard was the whimpering that was coming from Max. The sound was so strange coming from her, that it took White a minute to register that she was making the noise. He had finally admitted defeat with the electricity torture – he had turned it onto the highest setting that wouldn't kill her, but she had said nothing.
White looked dispassionately at the transgenic lying on the table, still squirming and moaning slightly with pain. He was at a total loss, wondering how to extract the information from her that he craved. 'Admit it, you want to keep her here' his inner voice told him. Though he hated to admit to himself, he was intrigued by the fiery transgenic with the bad- ass attitude. He was intrigued by her determination, her courage, the way she always fought. White stared at the still unseeing brunette, her hair surrounding her head like a halo. Her eyes were closed and she had finally stopped making the whimpering sound that grated on his nerves. He saw her starting to take deep breaths, as her skin tone began to turn its normal shade. From the moment that he had first saw her in the cage, he had been amazed at her beauty – none of the other transgenics were as breathtakingly stunning, although they had been bred for beauty. He wanted to be more lenient with her, which enraged him when he realised what he was feeling, which normally led him to take his temper out on whatever poor unfortunate happened to be in the way. White continued to stare at her unblinkingly, as she slowly began to relax on the table.
Max came slowly back to herself, as the pain receded from her body. She remembered the agony but forced her mind away from it. 'Pull it together soldier – you're tougher that this! We've got out of worse situations than this before, Manticore so just ignore the pain and think of a plan. Okay, still chained to table, body very sore but usable, sadistic bastard still in room. Best to get him out of here and then try the cuffs.' Decided on this plan of action, Max breathed deeply and opened her eyes to look into the black eyes of the man above her. "Is that all you've got Amesie?"
He walked over to a corner of the room, no longer looking at her. 'What the fuck will break her?' he wondered, despair eating him alive. White needed to know where his son was, if his little boy was safe and well. An idea suddenly came to him and a devilish smirk appeared on his face.
"You know, that you're never going to get away 452?" he asked, in a conversational tone of voice, without looking around from his contemplation of the wall.
"Hey, I've got away from Manticore twice and no matter how many times you've caught me Amesie, I'm still alive and kicking. How d'ya figure that I'm not gonna magically disappear from this shithole?" Max cocked her head to the side, ignoring the pain that the sudden movement cost her.
"But you've always had your eager little transgenic filth to help you," White said, seemingly unconcerned with her disrespect. "They're not here this time."
"Whatever." Max decided that she was bored with this conversation and started to think of other ways to annoy White.
"They have no idea what has happened to you." White continued on. "No, belay that, they definitely know what's happened to you, but they have no idea where to look for you 452, that's if they decide to come looking. So many of the transgenics view you as a traitor that I'm sure that they're glad to have you out of their sight."
"Then why bother to interrogate me White? I obviously don't know anything about them as they hate me, so what good could this do you?" Max knew why, but she was determined to anger the thing that stood in the corner, exuding control.
"Pleasure and getting my son back. You are slow for filth – did I hurt you too much?" White turned around, a mocking expression on his face. "Face it 452. Your friends aren't coming for you. No one. Not even ... Alec? Was that the name you were moaning? Which one's that, 494? I always knew that you two had a special ... bond – I never find one without the other." Slowly he began to walk over to the table. Once he was standing beside it, he began to run his hand over the side of the table, staring at the blood that was still on it. "You think that he's going to come and rescue you, save you, but its not going to happen. He'd be shot before he came within 100 metres of this building – there's no way in or out that does not involve coming or leaving in a body bag. You're not worth the risk 452, you're dispensable." Finally he looked at her and carried on, staring into her eyes intently without blinking. "You're not worth anything 452, no matter how special you think you are. We are the best, with better reflexes and skills than you filthy transgenics can dream of. All that you're fit for 452, is wasting time and toying with – a dirty plaything to experiment with." White picked up a knife and started to slice away Max's clothes.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" yelled Max, furious and scared as she tried to get her body to move as far way from White as possible.
"Can't you remember your briefing sessions at Manticore, 452?" White was still staring at her, but his expression had changed slightly, so that he was now leering at her. "You're now a POW and what usually happens to female POWs?"
Max gulped visually, with no further doubt in her mind as White finished slicing the clothes off her. She tried desperately to go back into her soldier's mentality, to forget her surroundings and concentrate on planning an escape, but it didn't work. She could hear every insult he yelled and screamed at her, felt every hit he aimed on the most tender parts of her body and could feel his cold, slimy hands all over her. She couldn't escape feeling his hands everywhere around her body, her humiliation and the way he moved on top of her. Desperately wishing for someone, anyone to come and help her, Max barely noticed the tears that slid down her cheeks as she felt White enter her and roughly start thrusting into her, as his mouth found her breast and bit her hard on the nipple. She felt him moving inside her, in her deepest, most private place. 'Where are you Alec?'
Alec expertly blurred across the field, avoiding the shower of bullets that was coming down over the transgenics that had continued on into the facility. It was almost as if he was watching someone else controlling his body, while he emotionlessly took out the guards that stood between him and Max. Time seemed to blur and if he were questioned about it, despite his Manticore training to always be observant, Alec could not remember a thing about what happened in the army warehouse. Speeding around corridors and checking everywhere, he finally found himself in the middle of the building, outside a locked door. Knowing who was being held behind the door, Alec threw his whole weight onto it, feeling it give a little each time until the bolts holding the door finally broke. He ran through, only to be stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of White's body covering Max's.
Well, please write a review and tell me what you think. I wasn't sure how to write the rape scene but I gave it my best shot. I think that this is going to be a rather angsty fic, but there will be romance too! I think that I should get another chap out around the end of June but if I can get one out before that, I'll try!