"WHAT MAX SAID"
BY: CandyCentric
A/N - This is an itty bittypeice I did that I hope to one dayserve asthe prologue to a much longer (and better) series fic. Maybe some reviews will inspire me again. (hint, hint!) ;-)
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It was only supposed to be an easy retrieval mission, or at least that's what Max said. "Go in, kick a few guards around, grab our guys and get outta' Dodge."
Easy. Ha.
That right there should have been my first clue. Nothing, in our lives is EVER, easy. Just like nothing in our lives is simple. Difficult or maybe demanding, vexing, time consuming even, but never easy. We weren't made to lead those kind of lives. It's just not in our blood.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I out and out hate my life, because I don't. In fact, sometimes being can be down right cool. I mean, who wouldn't want the ability to jump over a ten-foot fence, move so fast you actually blur or take out five guys twice your size with a bullet in you shoulder, and all that without breaking a sweat? Heck, forget the abilities, because really, who wouldn't want to look this good? No one, that's who.
However, words like simple, easy, safe, even home . . . I don't know these words. They're things Transgenics only dream about, but me? Well, sure, a place to live more than a few months, where I don't have to watch my back 24 hours a day would be nice, but don't expect to see me holding my breath anytime soon. Soldiers, murders, evil cults, psychotic twins; and the drama? Lots of drama. So much even you start to feel like your life is just one big t.v. show. I can picture it now . . . "Be sure and tune next week to Days of Our Lives to find out where Alec will get shot next."
If only that was my life; Don't like the show anymore? That's cool, just quit and go on to your next job. Well, I hate to break it to you kiddies, but that ain't life. It's only a big sentimental lie, painted by the big-wigs to help people escape their pathetic excuse of an existence they call life. All it does is hide the truth: That you're born into this harsh, cold, dirty world, you fight to survive for a little while, if your lucky find a friend or two along the way, then you die. Kinda' makes ya' want to live in the pretty, sentimental lies on your t.v. screen, huh?
'Corse, that's not quite my story. The beginning doesn't even match. I wasn't even born, but instead, 'Genetically Engineered' to a life of forced slavery.
Slavery. I really hate that word and I really, really hate Manticore. I always said I'd never go back, no matter what: "If I have to choose between Manticore and death, I vote to take the easy way out."
Then again, Max said the mission would be easy. Funny how things have a way of not working out.
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A/N - PLEASE! Lemme know what you think.(Whether it's criticism, hatred or ideas) :-)