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 Four – White and guns don't mix
Krit's POV
Along the way through the streets of Terminal City Krit had come across a lot more transgenics. Some looked like regulars humans and some were transhumans. All of them together, fighting for the same cause: acceptance. He knew he had that same desire that was why he was there. He wanted to be accepted for what he truly was; he wanted to be with his family.
In his eyes Terminal City was a safe haven, although truthfully it wasn't actually that safe, smack in the city of a siege wasn't the safest place to be but it was better than being alone. It was a safe haven to him in the sense that he wouldn't go crazy lying all the time about where he came from, who he was.
The streets in Terminal City were pretty grimy, the pavements had tiles missing, walls of buildings had cracks in them and some of them didn't have windows or doors. Yet, when he looked around the transgenics they all looked happy and at peace even though a few minutes ago he was surrounded by people fighting and protecting themselves, not everyone was involved. They got to choose whether to fight or not. In that sense they were free, free from fighting.
He walked alongside Jondy; he turned to her she was looking around like he had been. She saw what he saw and there was still a smile on her face, just like there was on his. Here was their home, this was already their home, because here they were accepted, here they were welcome and most of all here they were loved.
They approached a sturdier looking building, it had all of its windows and doors and there were no major cracks in the cement. As they neared the building, being led by the transhuman they had learned was called Joshua, the door opened and they were met by another transhuman that introduced himself as Luke. He told them to come in and hurry something about having to lock the door as a precaution. Krit assumed it was in case Ben's twin and the woman failed to keep the intruders from further making progress into Terminal City.
They were scurried into a wide-open room; it was full of monitors and desks with plans laid exposed on their tops. In the centre of the room was a metal flight of stairs that headed to another level. He looked up and saw too closed wooden doors next too each other, both leading to two separate rooms. He wondered momentarily what was behind them.
"So this is headquarters? How many transgenics do you have inside the fence?" Krit asked wondering how many fellow transgenics had found comfort inside the fences of TC.
"Yeah this is base of operations. All planning and stuff. At the moment we have just over three hundred transgenics inside the wire. SO where are you guys from anyway? I'm Dix by the way." The transhuman introduced. Zack stepped forwards and shook his hand, like always Zack had to be in charge.
"We came from all over really, once we heard about the commotion in Seattle we headed over, thought you could use a hand. I'm Syl in case you're wondering." Syl answered. "This is Krit, Jace, Jondy, Brin, Zane and this lump of muscle is Zack: CO." She introduced. Dix nodded, looking slightly more curious about Zack now.
"Look Zack, if you're here looking to play leader again like the not so good days back at Manticore then you came to the wrong place. We already got a CO and SIC. Got it all mapped out. We know what we're doing here." Luke told him in a gentle manner. Krit smirked at seeing the look of shock on Zack's face when he realised that they had had the same training as him and that they could look after themselves. He just forgot sometimes that they all had the same training.
"Who's in charge?" Brin asked looking interested, everyone knew Zack was looking to take charge and lead the transgenics out of here. Escape and Evade had always been his favourite tactic and motto.
"From what we could see on the monitors you already met her, the tough chick on the motorbike that came hurtling over the fence, yeah that was her. One of her favourite entry points." Luke told them while fiddling with the computer.
"Little Fella doing good job of making sure we got food, water and other supplies, she also make sure White and police don't hurt us." Joshua told them, he had started painting something. Dix had started entering their names and barcodes into the computer, they had set up a database so they could check on numbers or something.
"Little Fella?" Zane asked spreading out on the coach that was there.
"Yeah, Max. When you talk to her though don't go calling her Maxine or anything like that…she will hate you for it. Sometimes Alec, SIC, just does it to wind her up. And how it does wind her up, he got the bruises to prove it." Dix said typing fiercely at the keyboard.
"Max? X5 452 is CO?" Zack asked loudly. Joshua just nodded.
After learning the identity of the leader of Terminal City everyone had been silent, in their own world of thought. Who would have thought his baby sister CO of all the transgenics? Max had never likes being a soldier and now she was leader of a whole genetically engineered army and apparently, according to her army, pulling it off fantastically. Last time he had heard from her was just after she had gotten out of Manticore the second time, she told him of Zack's death and that was it.
Zack looked a little on edge; he had come here to take command anyone could see that. His plans had been thrown out the window: instead he found out his baby sister had beaten him to the punch. Zack was obviously not happy about this: he had once said that she was unreliable and would get them killed if they met with her. Was that what he was worried about? It must be strange for him; he had been leader for twenty-six years, since he was born right up till a couple of hours ago. Now his baby sister had excelled him.
'This should be interesting' Krit thought to himself as he looked again at what Joshua was painting. It was a picture of Max, his baby sister: the transgenic leader.
Max's POV
Max had been horrified when she and Alec returned from collecting some money from some more scum bag drug dealers to find White and four other familiars inside the wire. Sure, thirty odd transgenics surrounded them but they held four young transgenics captive and still posed a threat. Her heart had sunk when she saw Tilly, a young eleven year old transgenic, crumple to the ground from having her neck snapped in one punctual wrist movement.
Just seeing that she had rapidly started for the fence, now she was circling predatorily with Aimes White. The newest bad guy in her life, if not worse than the first: Lydecker. At least she knew to some point that Lydecker's aim was to capture her not kill her, all Aimes White wanted was for her too be dead. Not that she didn't also want him dead, he had killed loads of her kind after all.
White was the first to grow too impatient and pounced at her. He slammed his fist into her side, she hadn't expected it and she had been too focused on looking to see how Alec and Mole were doing than concentrating on her target. She recovered quickly and swung around so that she was facing him and jumped forward, flinging her leg hard into his chest. He stumbled backwards but was soon throwing punched and kicks. They did this back and forth for a few minutes until Max surprised him with a jump and elbowed him in the back of the head. He was down: unconscious.
She didn't waste any time in hurrying over to Mika, a transgenic that had been fighting one of the tac team affiliates. He had gone down with a wound to the head. She checked Mika for a pulse, it was there but it was faint. She glanced around, Alec had just secured his opponent and so had Mole. The last two were falling back as she glared at them.
"Mole, take Mika to her apartment. Its 3F, shares with Teri and Shorty." She ordered and she stood up walking over to Alec. She dragged one of the familiars and threw him with ease over the fence. She was about to turn around and do the same to White when a single shot from a 9mm handgun rang threw through the air.
At first it didn't register, but then stinging pain became too immense to ignore and she cried out from shock. White had woken up and shot her. Bastard. He had obviously meant to be aiming to kill her but he was still a little dazed and got her in the arm instead. It had gone straight through her flesh, it stung and she turned to find the barrel of White's gun, he was right in front of her. Then suddenly, just as she was about to make her move he went down, revealing Alec standing behind him with a metal pipe. Alec then quickly ran towards her.
"Max! Max! Are you ok Max!" He asked, concern edged into his voice. She nodded, examining her own arm. It had gone straight through, no bullet fragments left inside her flesh, which she was thankful for. Alec called over two transgenics and told them to throw White over the fence and then take Tilly's body to the infirmary.
Max had liked Tilly; even at the young age of eleven she was always helping out in the infirmary , with the patients that had more minor injuries. She had wanted to sign up for a position in the medical wing when she came of age. Max watched her body being carried away and she felt ashamed: she hadn't been able to protect or save her.
"Come on Maxie, lets get you over to Headquarters and I'll stop your arm from bleeding and we can get on like normal, hey? Like you said; 'been there done that'." He said trying to lighten the mood. Max appreciated it, somewhere throughout this mess they had become close friends. She turned to him when she needed someone to talk to: he was her confidant.
The headquarters of Terminal City lay away from the National Guards' and Sector Police's sight. The transgenics had chosen wisely where to situate their base of operations. Everything concerning tactical decisions were made there, inside those walls. The transgenic council met there regularly to discuss rationing, supplies and anything else concerning their survival.
She felt her eyelids grow heavy and her eyes close and she barely heard Alec tell everyone to clear out of the room. Soon she was aware it was only her, Alec, Dix, Luke and Joshua in the room. She opened her eyes and looked around seeing that she had been right. She looked up at Joshua, his features covered with concern and worry. The same expressions were on Dix and Luke's features. Although, on Alec's there was concentration written all over it. For a moment she was taken aback at how unfeeling he seemed and calm, then he looked at her and their eyes connected. They showed her his soul; he was deeply worried and concerned, they were friends after all. She found herself touching his cheek and telling him it would be fine. She discovered a need to comfort him, he just smiled at her and started looking at her arm again. He discarded of her leather jacket. He then took off his belt quickly and tied it tightly around the top of her arm. He told Dix to heat up his pocket knife.
"This is going to hurt Maxie but it's for your own good." He said and she nodded understanding. At Manticore she had had this done plenty of times to her, she still remembered the smell and the sound of her flesh burning. She also distinctly remembered the pain. Feeling Alec's warm hands on her lower stomach startled her out of her memories and she went to smack his hands away when he told her that he needed her belt, she looked at him a little embarrassed and then finally allowed him to take it off. He folded it and told her to bite down on it, at least he was trying to make it as comfortable as possible for her, back at Manticore they didn't give such a luxury.
Then without warning the scent of her own flesh burning together underneath the scalding knife hit her like a tornado. She bit down fiercely on the belt, trying to keep the pain out of her thoughts. It didn't work and Alec looked into her eyes when she let slip a low growl like sound. He moved the knife around, each time sending a million more waves of pain her way. He looked at her apologetically and she nodded as if to say he shouldn't apologise.
After what seemed like hours of pain the knife was withdrawn and Max slowly, with the help of Alec, made her way up to her office. Her office lay up the stairs that were situated in the middle of the room. She planned to lay down on the coach that was there, and hopefully drink some of that bourbon she had been given by Mole, as it wasn't quite to his taste. Not that it normally was for hers, but she was hoping it would numb her tender arm.
The shaggy fabric and the uneven springs of the small coach felt like heaven underneath her body. Anything would have after having her flesh scalded together with a heated blade. Alec grinned at her and silently made his way for the door they had just come through. Something inside of her screamed, NO! It was when he turned around to look at her she realised she had actually said it.
"Max?" It was obvious to her that he had expected her to want him to go, but she wanted to feel safe and for some reason she did when she was around him.
"Stay with me, please." She pleaded, in a tone of voice that she wouldn't normally have let escape the barricade that was her lips. Recently, she had been keeping any weaknesses she had guarded, hidden from watchful eyes, she was leader now and she had to be strong.
"OK Max, I'll stay. Anything I can get you?" He asked smiling and sitting down next to her. To both of their surprise she placed her head in his lap and looked up at him.
"You won't leave?" She asked, like a little girl scared of losing something.
"Promise." He said and stroked the stray hair that had fallen into her eyes. They stayed like that for hours, while Max slept and he sat there making sure she was undisturbed and safe.
TBC…
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