Revelations Part 2

A/N: Thanks to EminemIsCool for reminding me to update. Sorry for the wait! Reviews appreciated!

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The minute the Shield was lowered, Max threw herself from the ring, closely followed by Sam as they threw themselves past the momentarily stunned figures. The blonde was the first to react, throwing herself in a flying tackle toward Max, but the transgenic was engineered to be quicker and smarter, Max threw herself into the air, spinning over the blonde's outstretched fingers and landing gracefully on her feet, kicking the blondes back, sending the teen smashing into a wall. The boy who had claimed to be a werewolf threw a left hook toward her, but she grabbed his elbow and twisted it back, watching him grimace in pain before she kicked him in the stomach watching as he flew backwards into the wall, where he slid down, not moving. The brown haired girl, Cordy had jumped out of the way of the fighting, standing in the corner, Max automatically sensing fear and weakness, dismissed her as an opponent. as the other boy (The smart-ass) began grappling with Sam, who with super strength, threw him easily over her shoulder. Wills, the red head watched the proceedings silently as the two identical twenty-something year olds walked determinedly toward the front door, she muttered a few words and both liberated soldiers found they couldn't open the door at all.

"What the hell is going on?" 452 muttered, turning around to meet the blonde, who was aiming a well placed punch. Max intercepted it, relying on her fast reflexes, as the her opponents speed and force seemed to increase in velocity, almost matching her own, Max connected with a kick to the girl's shins, before pinning her against the wall by her neck.

"What the hell are you?" The transgenic asked fiercely, looking around to see Sam backing three teens into a corner, the fourth, the red head, lying unconscious on the ground.

The blonde shook her head.

"What the hell are you?"

"Looks like we have a stalemate." Max commented. "How about this for a deal. I let you go, we all sit down and we both, both tell the truth. Then, when and if we're both on the right side, you let us go back to Seattle. If not, we take you as a threat, and we forcefully go back to Seattle. Deal?"

The blonde narrowed her eyes, but one look at her diminished forces and her situation and she gave a stiff nod.

"Alright," Max said, moving away from the blonde who rubbed her throat, "My name is Max. This is my clone, Sam."

The blonde narrowed her eyes as they walked back into the lounge, watching as boy-werewolf woke up the red head.

"Riiight. I'm Buffy, This is Xander, Cordelia, Willow and Oz. Your her clone?" She asked Sam. Sam, in her brown jacket, nodded.

"Yeah, my designation is X5-453. Max is X5-452."

Buffy raised a skeptical eyebrow. "What are you?"

Max answered.

"We're transgenics. Genetically engineered super-soldiers, bred to serve. We we're killing machines. Classified in group X5. The first groups, X1, X2, X3 and X4 failed. The children died. In 2009, a few months before the pulse, twelve of us escaped. I was one of those twelve. We we're only kids. We stayed low. A little less then a year ago, I was captured by Manticore, the place that made us, a secret military facility. I escaped but went back and released all the transgenics. Manticore was destroyed that night. We've been hunted ever since."

Sam looked at the clone, as both smiled, as if sharing a private joke.

Buffy glared.

"Yeah, right. 2009? Give me a break. And what the hell is the pulse?"

Max stared.

"The pulse…you know! The day the terrorists detonated a bomb over America frying every computer and sending the former super power to be a third world county over night?"

Buffy glanced at her friends.

"That makes no sense. Nothing like that has ever happened!"

Sam sighed.

"What are you people talking about? It's pretty hard to miss!"

Buffy stood up, pulling back the closed curtains to reveal a sight that made both transgenics gasp in surprise.

A pristine neighborhood, every house was perfect, none had signs that they had been affected by anything that had every sent the world spiraling into chaos. They looked like the pulse had never even happened.

"We've never heard of anything like the pulse. And, it happens to be 1998, we haven't even hit the millennium yet."

Max scoffed. How could they be in 1997? Impossible.

"Yeah, right. How would we be able to go back in time? I ask you."

Sam stared at her twin.

"I-I know how." Everyone focused their attention on her. "They we're experimenting on giving certain soldiers time travel ability. Apparently they wanted to go back and 'rectify' certain mistakes made."

"The escape." Max said quickly, "Great. Now we're stuck here in the past where we haven't even been made yet with a Nomalie who can go wherever, whenever."

"Nomalie?" Asked Oz, speaking for the first time.

Sam nodded.

"Like us, but the earlier versions. They we're made with mistakes and locked away. Usually they had too much animal DNA and turned vicious."

Willow sniffled slightly.

"That's horrible!"

Sam shrugged,

"That's Manticore."

Buffy stared at the clones.

"So if you were raised to be soldiers, does that mean you've killed people?"

Max nodded. "Yes."

"How many?" Buffy asked, suddenly cold. Max shrugged,

"I couldn't tell you. We we're trained to kill. And we did. We killed with our bare hands and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't regret it."

"So," Buffy said slowly, her eyes narrowed to slits, "Your from the future. Where apparently something big happens and now America is in Poverty. You we're sent back in time and on top of that, you've killed countless people, as a genetically engineered killing-machine." She stopped, glaring at the intruders, before turning back to the red head, who was standing rather clumsily, her hand almost white gripping the werewolf's elbow. "Will, can you send them back to wherever the hell they came from? Cause or else I'm going to get violent."

Willow looked as if she was trying to focus.

"I-I'm sorry Buffy. I d-don't think I can…I-I…Oz?" She looked up at him, "Catch me?" With only a second to work out the sense behind her words, Oz automatically stooped as Will's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fainted backwards.

"What did you do to her?" Xander demanded, stepping forward and helping Oz lift her onto the couch. Sam shrugged.

"She'll be fine. It'll wear off in a couple of hours." She looked at her sister, but Max's eyes we're focused like tiger-like intensity on Buffy's hand, which was repeatedly clenching into a fist. Sensing anger and almost hatred radiating brilliantly from the girl, Max looked up and cocked her head to the side.

"Well, We'll be going if you don't mind. Lot's of things to do you know, find a way home, etcetera, etcetera."

Buffy glared.

"Your not going anywhere. We're going to find you a way home, and as soon as we do, your gone." In a heart stopping second, there was a thump from the front door as through it, walked an elderly man, who by the look on Buffy's face, she knew.

"Buffy?" He asked, confused, eyes roaming from the unconscious girl on the sofa, to the circle drawn on the floor to rest on the two strangers who looked very much identical standing in the living room. "What's going on?"

"Giles!" The brown haired girl, Cordy, spoke before Buffy could even open her mouth, throwing herself forward and pulling the man into an apparently unwilling hug. "Oh Giles! Thank god you're here! You have to do something! Buffy is trying to kill us all again!" Buffy herself rolled her eyes, but turned quickly back to watch their prisoners. It was too late. Buffy felt her blood run slightly colder as she realised the two women, had vanished. Xander stepped forward, mouth hanging open, before turning his incredulous eyes to Buffy.

"Where did they go?" He asked. He followed her line of sight to an open window. Apparently, when Giles opened the door, the spell broke, allowing the killers to escape.

"Uh, guys?" They turned at Oz's voice, to face an empty couch.

"I think they took Willow."

Uh oh.

TBC