Hey, here is my first Dark Angel Fic, I hope you like it.
I've ALREADY finished this story so the more updates I get the faster I'll update… HINT, HINT tell me what you think. Here it is…
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with dark angel, otherwise why the hell isn't it on TV anymore?
Closing Down
By Audiodream
Chapter One – Contemplations
'NO MORE RUNNING OR HIDING OR BEING AFRAID' By Max Guevera
Images flashed through her mind: colours, blurs, sounds, smells, and tastes. She was remembering, remembering everything she had been and what she was now. A leader and a predator, she had become exactly what she hadn't wanted to be: a soldier.
She was made, trained and taught to be a soldier, something she despised. She detested that fact. It was her hatred for Manticore, the people that had created her and all the other transgenics, that had made her what she was today. That was like adding salt to the wound. Because it was her hatred for Manticore that had drove her to hide all those years. It had been her hatred that had made her go back there and try and destroy the labs and it had been that same hatred that had drove her to go back there and finish the job permanently.
Manticore, the one place she had loathed the most, the one place that could send a shiver down her spine, with the exception of Lydecker. His name matched with Manticore had always sent a shudder down her spine. Lydecker was now deceased and Manticore was no more, only thing was now all the transgenics that they had made had no where to go.
They had all been produced in a lab back in Gillette, Wyoming and the people out here had had no idea of their existence. Then the two species were pushed together, Transgenic and Human, all in one place. Chaos had ensued and now they were once again divided: Humans outside of the gates and Transgenics inside them, Terminal City.
Terminal City, the place which housed the transgenics. Around about three hundred transgenics had resided there so far, the out buildings were used to house them: two or three to an apartment. Even with all the transgenics there they would have plenty of room. It was a massive area, which had been closed off years ago after a toxic spill. If humans stayed there too long they would become ill and probably die. That was why after a couple of hours she had sent Original Cindy, Sketchy and Logan out back into their own society where they could live happily ever after. Yeah, right.
Logan, she had hardly seen him over the past three months at all. He had gone back and had taken over Joshua's old place. They still communicated over the video through the computer networks sometimes but she was so busy now that he normally spoke civilly to Alec, or if he wasn't around another transgenic. She still hadn't told him that she had just let him believe her and Alec were together to get him off of her back, but then there were only so many hours in the day. She didn't have time for Logan that much anymore, in the good old days it had been just her and him, fighting for justice through Eyes Only.
Her thoughts turned to just two years before; she had just found out Zack and the others were all alive and she was hell bent on finding them. She wondered where they were, did they know of the situation here in Seattle. Probably not, she was sure that her brothers and sisters would come if they had known, wouldn't they? Although after meeting her brother Zack, she had come to a realisation not all of them felt the same as her, he was still a soldier and always would be. He was their CO: his job was to look after them, now it was hers.
She was responsible for letting the transgenics out into the world, she was responsible for them having no where to go. They had no place out here, no one to look after them. Somehow along the way she had been appointed leader, it was her job to make sure they were ok and that if they were attacked they had the force and plans to retaliate. As much as she wanted to do this peacefully she knew deep down that it wouldn't hurt to have back up plans just in case their enemy, in this case the ordinaries, decided enough was enough.
Now in Terminal City there was officially a transgenic council, it was made up of eight people. Herself, Alec, Mole, Joshua, Dix, Luke, a transgenic called Tes and a transhuman called Freddie. At the head of the table was of course, herself. Max, 452 as the public knew her, had set up the council with the help of Alec and Josh.
Alec was her second in command, if anything happened to her he would be appointed leader. He had been an impressive team player, which was saying something. When she had first met him he had seemed arrogant, cocky and self obsessed. Over the past three months he had been there for her and the other transgenics, he helped her go over strategic plans and helped the other member of the council with their respected roles. Just last week he had helped Joshua get a hold of some food for the mess hall.
Joshua, he had been one of her rocks, he and Alec had been there for her when she didn't know how to lead, or if she doubted her decisions. Joshua was in charge of food rationing in the mess hall. The mess hall was nothing like back at Manticore; Max had made sure of that. Joshua had been allowed to do anything he wanted as long it wasn't like Manticore. The walls were a light cream colour instead of the dark green they had been in Manticore. The tables were set in a big globular setting so everyone could interact.
The guards had tried to stop their supplies and communications but luckily Manticore had trained them in this. Dix and Luke had been able to override their systems and they were able to communicate with the outside world without them listening in. They had made their own power supply and found a way to get water without the national guards finding out about it. The ordinaries were still protesting and flaming X's were still around the perimeter. She found them ignorant, why couldn't they just accept that they were here to stay? That they weren't going to run away and hide like they wanted them to.
Escape and Evade, that was what Mole had first thought of, that was what most of them had first thought. It would have been what Zack would have done it was what a soldier would do. Max had persuaded them to make a stand and now they were all together, not fighting, not running or hiding just together, making a stand for what they wanted. They want a place in society, where they can be acknowledged foe what they really are, not killers or monsters but transgenics. They wanted to be accepted and be able to walk down the street with the sun on their faces.
Seattle, the place that had once seemed like the promise land, a celebrated city, and then some bozo terrorists had put an EMP on America and it went into a depression. Although people weren't depressed just poor, with a few sick rich guys making money off of the poorer civilians. Those civilians, the humans, were protesting calling them animals and all sorts and yet apparently according to Sandeman, whoever he was, she was the one that could stop the coming.
The coming, something no one apart from the conclave seemed to know about, was apparently well on its way to being fulfilled. They hadn't heard much from White and his familiars but she knew they were undoubtedly around somewhere. Watching and waiting to strike, just because some geneticist had created her with no junk DNA and she could stop their precious ritual.
Over the past three months, Dix, Luke and Logan had been working on deciphering the runes that had been appearing on her. The most recent batch was on the base of her neck, which had been a little embarrassing for both her and Alec when she had needed his help to photograph them for Dix and Luke. She was just hoping they would not appear somewhere more embarrassing she really didn't want those photographs going around of her like that. She also didn't want loads of weird runes on her face, imagine it, she gets up to make a speech and the roar of laughter soars through the hall.
She just hoped that in a couple of months to a year she is somewhere surrounded by her family looking back on today and laughing. At the moment though she was sat on top of her favourite place, the space needle. He hadn't been here in what seemed like years. From up here she could see everything, her old apartment with OC, the Jam Pony and if you looked hard enough you could see the orange tint emerging from the gates of TC where the roaring X's were.
Max stood up; it was time to go home. She smiled and looked closer at Terminal City, her new home.
'It's all good, all the time.' She thought looking at the place that had become the fort for transgenics.
TBC…
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