Sorry it's been so long, I was feeling very muse-less. But I decided that I NEEDED to update this story. So I just sat down and forced myself to start writing, then after awhile it just sort of flowed out. Flowed out too much in fact so I seperated it into two chapters, hope y'all don'e mind.

Alec felt someone trying to shake him awake. "Please baby, five more minutes…" he mumbled as he squeezed his eyelids tight against the bright light in front of him.

"Wow man. I love ya, but not in that way." A familiar voice laughed in his ear. The voice sounded like…it couldn't be…

Alec bolted up, suddenly conscious of the fact that he'd fallen asleep on his desk in the Terminal City command center, and nearly knocked out the person who'd been bending over to talk to him. "Biggs?" He looked up into a familiar face and was filled with shock.

Blue eyes filled with laughter met his own astonished hazel green pair. Alec leapt to his feet and gave his friend a fierce hug, almost not believing what was in front of him.

"H…how…wha…?" He stepped back from his raven-haired friend. "How is this possible? I saw you hanging…" His throat closed up, choking him.

"Hey, let's go talk somewhere private." Biggs said conscious of the stares of the other transgenics in the command center.

"Yeah." Alec followed his friend out of the room, heading for his and Max's apartment.

"Nice place." Biggs told Alec as he looked around the spacious apartment. He shot Alec a confused look when he caught sight of a bra lying neatly folded on a stack of laundry, and then became more confused when he saw a pacifier and a box of diapers sitting on the floor. "Alec?"

Alec grinned and ruffled his hair with one hand. "Yeah man, things have changed around here since…since you…you know."

Biggs nodded. "Well, I might as well explain it now; otherwise it'd be like the elephant in the living room no one ever mentions."

"So what happened? We were sure that you were dead." Alec felt the back of eyes prickle at the memory at seeing his best friend's body hanging in the air and being marched around by an anti-transgenic mob.

Biggs sighed and began his story…

BIGGS' POV

I was clutching my phone, talking to Alec about my recent bush with the law. "You need to get back to Terminal City right now, pal." Alec's voice said in a brush of static. Damn static was always interfering.

"Why? What's wrong?" I asked, not liking the weird vibe in my friend's voice. Something was up, I just knew it. My stomach had been burning for the last couple minutes, and I knew that was always a sign something bad was about to happen.

The man who was collecting donations to rid the neighborhood of transgenics came up behind me. Get rid of us? Like a disease. How nice. "Excuse me." Oh god, now I have to talk to one of these lowlifes?

I rolled my eyes then said into the phone, "Hang on a sec, Alec." Then I turned to the donation man, "Yeah?" I could barely keep the sarcasm out of my voice. At least Manticore taught me one useful thing.

The man with the foul breath looked at me with a weird look in his eye. "You wanna help keep the neighborhood trannie-safe?"

Ugh. Trannie? Like transsexual? Excuse me lack-wit, it's transgenic. Moron. "Some other time." I happened to glance over and saw my picture floating over the screen. Shit. Then the bastard behind me hit me.

I toppled over, transgenic pain tolerance my ass, falling face first onto the sidewalk. The creep must've seen my barcode then, because he yelled over to his friends. "Hey! He's one of 'em!" I felt warm blood drip down my neck and I couldn't move.

Then they were everywhere like a pack of rats on a dropped piece of food. I tried to get up, but even with my genetically powered strength I was no match for the mob. The words screamed by the man with the foul breath echoed in my head as I was pummeled by fists, boots, pipes and whatever else the ill-educated sadists could get a hold of. "How do you like that, freak?"

I could hear Alec's panicked voice over my phone, even though it was kicked away in the rush to attack me. He was yelling my name. The next thing I heard was the sound of a boot hitting metal and the phone was crunched. Then the world went black.

After that I was drifting in and out of consciousness. One minute I was lying on the cold pavement listening to the sounds of yelling and the cracking of my ribs as they were kicked over and over. Transgenic bones can only take so much abuse, we're not invulnerable. The next minute I was hanging by my feet suspended over the ground. All around me were marching ordinaries and to my left (maybe right, I was disoriented) was a huge burning X.

I tried to move, but I couldn't do more than open my eyes for a few seconds at a time. I think they must've broken my neck or something, because I was paralyzed. One of the times I opened my eyes I saw Alec and Max walking away, shoulders slumped, Max leaning on Alec's shoulder, his arm around her waist. I tried to open my mouth to shout for help but no sound came out. And then I passed out.

The next time I opened my eyes I was staring at White's shiny black shoes. My guess is that his bosses didn't want anyone else to get ahold of my body and use it to create more transgenics or something, I'm not sure. I heard him talking on his phone, making plans to have my 'body' picked up and taken away to be dissected. He turned and kicked me half-heartedly, catching me neatly beneath my chin. I lost consciousness as he walked out the door, not even aware that I was alive.

Time passed, I'm still not sure how much. Maybe it was just a few hours, maybe a few days. But the moment I opened my eyes next will be ingrained in my memory forever. I opened my eyes to find myself staring up into the most brilliant emerald green eyes I'd ever seen in my life. At first I thought I was looking at a painting or some other work of art, they looked to vivid to be real. Then the eyes blinked, and I realized that they were real.

The eyes moved away so I could see the entire face and I could barely breathe (and not just because I had a punctured lung). The woman in front of me was beyond gorgeous; her heart shaped face was framed by waves of long dirty-blonde hair, her emerald eyes were fringed by long thick black lashes (which was weird when her hair and eyebrows were so light), she had a perfect nose and full lips that seemed hypnotic to me.

For an instant we just stared at each other, and then she turned and yelled something over her shoulder. She turned back to me and I realized for the first time that her bottom lip was split and her left eye had a fading black bruise around it. She looked down at me and said something to me, but I couldn't hear anything but the pounding of my heart in my ears. I desperately tried to stop from being pulled under again, but nothing I could do would stop it. I shot her a look laced with desperation, but blackness overtook me.

I'm kind of flying by the seat of my pants, what do you think? I decided a little first person POV would be a nice change.

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