Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dark Angel characters. They belong to James Cameron, Charles Eglee, and Fox. But Benjamin, Mackenzie, and any other characters you are not familiar with are mine.
"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. When you're not happy, my skies are grey. You don't know dear, how much I love you. So please don't take my sunshine away."
Mackenzie shot up, and looked around the apartment. Breathing heavily she whispered, "It was a dream. Just a dream." As her eyes adjusted to the dark room, she saw light underneath the door of the bathroom. Mackenzie stood up and walked over to the bathroom, as she got closer she said, "Benjamin you in there?"
When Mackenzie got no response she opened the door. "What the hell," she mumbled at the sight of a bedroom instead of a bathroom, walking further into the room she saw a crib on the far side. Mackenzie saw a door form on the other side of the room, and turned around to see that the door she had come through was no longer there. She turned to face the crib when she heard a baby cry, and was about to walk over when the door suddenly opened. Mackenzie froze when she saw a young women walk into the room.
"Mom." She whispered at the sight of the blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. Mackenzie advanced towards her mother as she leaned over and looked into the crib.
"Shh, Mackenzie baby. It's all going to be ok. Mommy's here, and daddy's going to be home in a little while."
Mackenzie's mother's voice sounded like music to her ears. The only time Mackenzie could remember hearing it was in her dreams growing up. 'Is this a dream too?' she asked herself. 'Of course it is. It has to be.'
Mackenzie reached for her mother, only to have her had go right through her shoulder as though the figure was made of water. That was when she saw it, a small tremor in her mother's hand, "No." Mackenzie whispered, shaking her head, as she saw the tremors take over her mother's entire body. Her mother fell, hitting her head on the crib. Mackenzie tried to catch her before she hit the groung, but her mother fell through her arms.
Mackenzie ran to the door, hoping she could get to her mother and father's tryptophan stash, but when she reached the door it disappeared. Tears stung at her eyes as turned and saw her mother convulsing on the floor, and heard her younger versions cries.
Mackenzie closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, and she only opened them when she felt a rush of air go by her. Opening her eyes she saw her father crouching beside her mother's body, which was no longer shaking uncontrollably. "Jondy." her father whispered, "Jondy, don't do this to me. Don't leave me and Mackenzie. You can't leave me and Mackenzie." Mackenzie watched as her father pulled out his cell phone and called for help from the infirmary.
As the tears began to flood out of her eyes, everything began to go blurry and she found herself in the middle of a street in Terminal City, and within seconds it all went crazy.
"Look! The trucks coming! Their back!" Mackenzie heard a voice say from behind her, she turned and saw younger versions of Benjamin and herself racing down the street. She watched as her younger version stopped dead in her tracks, and the younger version of Benjamin ran into her.
"Why'd you stop Kenzie?" Benjamin questioned, standing up. Mackenzie watched as fear filled her younger version, "Something's wrong."
"What?"
"My dad's not driving, neither is your mom. Krit's driving and he looks upset. And...and Syl looks like she's been crying."
"What?"
"Is that all you know how to say? Look."
Mackenzie looked over at the truck the same time the younger version of Benjamin did. Transgenics from HQ and the infirmary surrounded the truck. Krit and Syl looked banged up, and the truck looked like it had been shot at. Mackenzie felt a rush as her younger version, as well as Benjamin's ran through her to the truck.
"Mole!" She watched herself yell as she ran up to him. "Wh...what happened?"
As Mole turned to face them Mackenzie could see pain in his eyes as he said, "Go to HQ. You too Benjamin."
Mackenzie felt the tears run down her cheeks as her younger version sternly said, "No! What happened? Where's my dad?"
"Mackenzie, go now! I'll tell you when I know." Mole replied just as sternly.
Mackenzie wiped at the tears on her cheeks as she watched her younger version and Benjamin walk in to HQ. When she turned she saw them roll her father's body out of the truck, and towards the infirmary. Mackenzie ran towards the group around her father's and Max's bodies, but as she got closer her surroundings began to change again.
In shock Mackenzie stumbled forward and found herself on the ground. Looking up she saw herself again, this time she looked to be at least fourteen years old. Standing up Mackenzie looked around, it was one of the many places she had ended up when she left Terminal City. As Mackenzie stood there she saw White appear before the younger version of herself, gun aimed at her, and a grin on his face.
"Good to see you again White." Mackenzie heard her younger version say. "It's been awhile."
"Yes it has transgenic filth."
"Do you only call me that because I don't have a designation like my parents did?"
"No, because that's all you are. Filth. Scum. Just like your parents were. And it's about time you joined them."
Mackenzie watched herself look at the gun barrel and heard herself say, "You wouldn't kill a fourteen year old for no reason, would you? That could be quite bad publicity for you."
"Not if no one knows. After all you haven't been to Terminal City for awhile, they all probably think you're already dead."
"How would you know that I haven't been to Terminal City for awhile? Have you been following me? Oh my god! You're a stalker!" Mackenzie's younger version exclaimed.
White said nothing in response instead his finger wrapped tighter around the trigger of the gun. Mackenzie watched as her younger version stiffened, and awaited the bullet that never came. The gun clattered on the ground, and both White and Mackenzie's younger version turned to their left.
"Zack." Mackenzie's younger version whispered.
"Go Mackenzie! Now!" Was all Zack said before delivering a punch to White's face.
"But..."
"Go Mackenzie, that's an order. I'll find you when I'm done here." Zack commanded, Mackenzie's younger version nodded and ran off. Mackenzie stood glued in her spot, she remembered this all to clearly. After she left Zack never came to find her, and when she went to find out why, she found him dead.
"You killed my family." Zack growled, punching White again.
"They deserve to be dead, like the rest of you filth." White spat, pulling out another gun, and shooting before Zack could tell what was happening.
Zack fell to the ground, blood now soaking his shirt. He jumped up immediately kicking White in the stomach, at the same time. "My family doesn't deserve to be dead. You're the one that deserves to die White."
White wasn't greatly effected by Zack's kick. White smirked as he said, "You know 599, you aren't the smartest X5 out there."
Mackenzie tilted her head at White's comment, and she watched as one of White's familiar buddies walked out of the shadows and shot Zack twice in the back. She watched as Zack fell to the ground, and didn't get back up.
Mackenzie went to run towards him, but stopped when the world around her went black. "Look what you did Mackenzie." A voice whispered.
"Who said that?" Mackenzie questioned, looking for shapes in the blackness around her.
"Everyone you love dies Mackenzie." The voice said in reply. "Your mom, your dad, Max Zack. So who's next? Mole? Josh? Benjamin? I bet you anything that it will be Benjamin who dies next because of you Mackenzie."
"No!" Mackenzie yelled, and then her voice turned to a whisper as fresh tears came to her eyes. "No, no, no."
Mackenzie shot up on the couch, breathing heavily. She looked around the room, everything looked like it had when she fell asleep hours ago. Swinging into a sitting position on the couch, she reached for the piece of paper she had used for the note she wrote when Benjamin and herself had gone to Crash earlier. Mackenzie reached for the pen under the coffee table, and wrote a quick note.
'Benji-Gone out for awhile. Need to clear my head. Be back in a bit.-Kenzie'
Standing up Mackenzie put the piece of paper in the center of the coffee table, and threw her coat and shoes on. Shaking her head she left the apartment to go on a long walk.
Benjamin sat up in bed, holding his head. "What the hell happened last night?" he mumbled to himself. Slowly Benjamin got off the bed and headed for the door. As he opened the door he called out, "Mackenzie mind telling me what happened last night?" Looking around the living room he saw no sign of Mackenzie, but he did see a piece of paper sitting on the coffee table. Walking over he picked it up and read it. "Ok... guess you can't tell me what happened."
Benjamin sighed and collapsed on the couch, his head still throbing. Hours seemed to go by before Mackenzie walked through the door, "Good to see that you're up Benji. I managed to get a hold of my dad's bike, so I was thinking we'd take a ride around Seattle for awhile. After all it's our last actual day here of doing nothing."
Sitting up Benjamin asked, "You ok, you seem a little jumpy."
"I'm fine, just a little freaked out about a dream I had, but come on I only have the bike for so long." Mackenzie replied, throwing Benjamin's coat and shoes at him.
With a sigh, Benjamin put on his coat and shoes, and asked, "What exactly happened last night?"
"You kind of got drunk."
"Me? Drunk? I don't think so."
Laughing Mackenzie said, "You said something along those lines last night when I was bringing you back here."
"How's that possible?"
"You're not fully transgenic?" Mackenzie offered. "But lets get going."
"Yea, yea, yea. I'm coming."
The two left the apartment building, and got onto the motorcycle sitting outside, Mackenzie insisting on driving. They spent the next few hours riding around town, barley getting through the sector blocks.
Mackenzie sped up the motorcycle as they came to an empty street. "Think we're going a little fast?" Benjamin questioned.
"Not at all Benji, going fast is the only thing that's right when you're on a motorcycle."
"I know but..." Benjamin was cut off by something cutting in front of them. He felt himself fly off the motorcycle as Mackenzie tried to swerve away from whatever it was that had cut in front of them.
Benjamin forced himself to get up from where he landed. Pain shot throughout his body, but all he could think about was Mackenzie. Standing up he saw her lying near the motorcycle. Benjamin willed himself to get to Mackenzie. His heart almost stopped when he got to her, cuts and bruises covered her body. Falling to his knees he felt for a pulse, but he couldn't find one.
"Don't do this to me Mackenzie." Benjamin whispered, as tears came to his eyes, "You can't leave me. I need you." Benjamin pulled Mackenzie's still body close to him, "I love you. Mackenzie please come back. Please Mackenzie come back." He repeated over and over.
AN: Well there is chapter sixteen. Not the best... hope you enjoyed it none the less. Only four chapters left... and then possibly a sequel depends on how I feel... and maybe even the prequel I've been thinking of writing. And Katherine...if you're still reading this...that is who Mackenzie's mom is... so what do you think? lol. Anyway... leave reviews people!
suenooneus: I'm glad you were in a generous mood. :D Hopefully when you read this chapter you're in a generous mood and decide to leave another review.
burgandy3721: I'm glad you like it.:) Yes, Benjamin drunk is suppose to be cute and annoying at the exact same time. lol. Here's the update, hope you leave a review.