I haven't updated this story in a good year in a half or so. I began watching Dark Angel music videos recently and remembered that this show was absolutely awesome (in it's first season, of course.). Bought the season1 box set as a Christmas present to myself. I've basically been watching it non-stop lately. I used and now still am a huge fan. So much so that if you can't recongize, I created my pen name from it. But enough about me. On with the fic and may Dark Angel live forever. BTW, does anyone know if Jessica Alba and Michael Weatherly are still together? Did they get married or did they break up after the show got cancelled? Just curious.
-Original Max A
"No, love's a bitch," Original Cindy replied.
Max poured herself a glass of beer, "How many times do I got to tell ya. We're…"
"Not like that. I know. But for real, you're just lying to yourself, girl. You wouldn't be doing this if you didn't feel nothin'," she commented.
"Which is exactly why I should go," Max looked into the crowd of people at Crash. Some dancing, some drinking and all just trying to have a good time, trying to forget the pitiful world they lived in. No one knew who she was and if they did, they would probably kill her without thinking twice. The people around her weren't like her, they didn't have her history and most of them didn't know what it was like to kill. She was a murder and that made her different then everyone else. Not special, but maybe a little more evil.
"Zack was right," she said still staring into the crowd, "I don't belong here."
"You mean that brother you have with a permanent case of PMS?"
Max smirked, "Yeah. Him."
"Since when do you give a rat's ass about what he has to say?"
"I've always cared about what he says, not that I always listen. He's my big brother," she replied, and took a swig of her beer.
"You seriously gonna go just cause some dude pissed you off?" Original Cindy demanded.
Max cocked her head in surprise and annoyance, "It's not just him pissing me off, Cin. It's about him betraying my trust and having the most ability and opportunity to turn me over to the highest bidder. One thing that they tried to teach me at Manticore is that the people that you think are your best friends can make your worst enemies."
Max shifted her eyes to the side, "Now I just wished I woulda listened."
Original Cindy couldn't believe her ears, "Max, have you lost your mind! After all the…"
Original Cindy noticed that people had begun to stare at them. She lowered her voice and relaxed her body posture. No one needed to her what she was about to say except for Max. She leaned into Max and whispered.
"You told me how horrible it was at that place and now you're praising dem. Girl, what Logan did was wrong, yes. But did you stop to think that maybe he was worried about you. Hell, I was worried. You disappeared for two days, Max. No call, no page, no nothing."
"That shouldn't be enough for you to call on my worst enemy," Max insisted.
"But it is enough to make ya wanna go to extremes to find out what's up," Original Cindy stated.
Max had a hard time controlling to emotions she was going through. Her face was twitching in all direction, trying not to show what she was feeling.
"Gotta blaze," she said, grabbing her coat. She walked outside and hopped on her ninja.
Original Cindy was right, as usual, but that didn't change what Logan had done to her. It did, although, help her to understand. He was worried. But he still should have known better. He knew what she was capable of since they first met and she broke into his place. He knew how powerful she was and what she would do if pushed to extremes. All that information was on a computer screen somewhere under the file X-5 452, Manticore prototype.
But she had learned to trust him slowly. She began to let him in and let him learn who Max was. She had let him learn her fears and doubts. He discovered that he could make her feel and make her smile. He had been shown that she could love and she could cry. She had thought after all of that time, he would know that she was human, that she was person, that she was woman and not just a genetically-engineered killing machine. Max laughed at herself. I should stop having such high hopes for the human race. They created me right.
