Of Wolves and Devils: A Dark Angel Fanfiction Story
Special Feature/Mockumentary Featurette:
After the Dark Episodes With Max
Foreword/Author Note:
The fabric of reality has been torn to bring you this featurette. But, not to worry. Shortly after you finish watching, it'll just bend back to normality.
Or, as normal as one can get with Dark Angel.
Out in a Eyes Only safe house...
Max is sitting at the faint dark red tinted wood table in her ripped and torn Max 9000 Kicking Hal Ass top. Across from her is a guy in a jet black hoodie and a Eyes Only face mask, with barely anything holding up the middle of the mask where the one large eye hole is.
Looking a little amused, Max comments, "I take it you're a Eyes Only fan?"
The guy says kind of nervously, "moderate sigh. Actually, it was the only way I could pass through reality again...get a second chance at some things."
Looking at him suspiciously, Max wonders, "who are you then? Did you break in, or...?"
With his hands up, the guy insists, "no. Not even. Mister Eyes Only said he'd let me interview you: So long as I don't make trouble."
Max just rolls her eyes annoyedly. She figures, "you could have just said that you were the interviewer guy. Still...I got to ask. Why do you seem familiar?"
The guy explains, "heavy sigh. Maybe wearing this is good. I'm not looking to make trouble. But, if you saw who I was... I don't know what you'd do."
Max just figures, "whatever. Let's get through this bitch then."
Sounding a little better, the interviewer says, "okay."
He goes ahead to ask, "well... What led you and Eyes Only to turn it into a show?"
Max faintly smiles, "well... It already was one. Just more classified and without commercials. Faint chuckle."
She goes on, "a few years after that run...I thought it might be nice to put them up: So more girls can look up to someone in history class or something. After the Pulse, we can still sure as hell use all the girl power we got. And, hey. It's a few years since. Now those missions are declassified for the air and commerce."
The interviewer faintly chuckles. He adds, "nice. Just...all of it is."
Max faintly beams, "thanks. What else you got?"
The interviewer asks, "what was the best part of doing this show for you?"
Max remarks, "getting to be a bitch and getting damn good commerce for it."
Sounding a little embarrassed, the interviewer comments, "sorry. I didn't know you were into that kind of thing."
Max questions, "what do you mean?"
The interviewer answers uncomfortably, "porn."
Max looks wide eyed. She insists, "oh god no."
The interviewer apologizes, "sorry."
Max mostly assures, "just don't bring it up again, and I won't kick your ass out."
The interviewer nervously says, "right. No one wants that."
Max solemnly figures, "glad we understand each other then."
Turning back to his question... Max explains, "I just meant being the bitch I am. Faint chuckle. Telling people what to do is also nice. But, so is hanging with friends for a living that aren't snooty."
The interviewer concludes lightly, "sure. I hear that. Not that I'm bossy. But..."
Max figures, "yeah. I know what you mean." The interviewer just adds, "ok."
He questions next, "so... What was the worst part of doing this show? You don't have to answer. But..."
Max insists lightly, "no. It's ok."
Kind of uneasily, she goes on, "it's kind of painfully obvious really. Even after the Pulse, most of those TV guys are... Well, guys that are looking to peep or something. Faint chuckle. When they thought of calling me Maximum Girl for the show, I almost threw Cameron out the window over it."
The interviewer chuckles at that. He adds, "yeah. I'm kind of glad they didn't."
Max looks relaxed now, with her feet up on the table.
She adds, "same."
The interviewer says, "I got another question." Max adds, "sure. Spill it."
The interviewer questions, "what kind of movies are you into?"
Max looks a little amused.
She thinks out loud, "well... The thing is... It's actually hard for me to pick just one kind. Guys being honest and saving the world, guys and girls chilling and getting drunk out on their asses, girls kicking ass on TV... I'm down for mostly whatever: So long as it's not "too" hands on in the bed or something."
The interviewer looks wide eyed. He realizes lightly, "whoa. Definitely a wide range."
Max figures, "yeah. Still... 2001: A Space Odyssey kicks ass. But, I think the best movie to chill with is The Jetsons Movie: Because I'm a large fan of that world. That's the childhood I'm never going to get right there."
The interviewer asks nervously, "I'm sorry. Did I...?"
With a faint laugh, Max insists, "no. You didn't say anything worth kicking your ass over. I got over that one years ago."
Sounding relieved, the interviewer concludes, "all right then."
Max puts her feet back down.
She starts to say, "I got more, if it's not..."
The interviewer mostly assures, "oh. Yeah. Don't let me stop you."
Max just faintly laughs. She comments, "no one's stopping me. But, I feel you."
She opens with more, "Xena's all right: When Original Cindy's there to have my back and skip over the too bent with me things. Not a James Bond fan. But, Leverage and Buffy are up there for real. Whatever I'm feeling, inner bitch or not, they're always good. Faint chuckle. Even the in bed stuff is not that big of a big dealio for them. One's more all ages and con jobs to fight the power. One's more in the darkness and all kinds of kick ass: Especially Miss Vampire Slayer herself."
The interviewer comments, "nice." Beaming, Max adds, "thanks."
The interviewer continues, "ok. We already know what kind of movies you're into. But, what kind of movies do you not like?"
Max deduces, "hmm. If I got to pick...I got to say talking animals."
Sounding confused, the interviewer comments, "ok. I'm surprised."
Max reveals uncomfortably, "I know they're kind of just puppets or something. But, coming from my take on things... Thinking too much about it reminds me too much of Manticore. Heavy sigh. Do I really have to finish that line of thinking? I'm already getting kind of sick over it."
Interviewer insists lightly, "not if you don't want to." Max adds, "thanks."
The interviewer figures, "sure. I'm still kind of surprised though." Max wonders, "really? Now you got me curious."
The interviewer figures awkwardly, "yeah. Well... Jetsons is a classic for you, and Astro is a talking dog. What do you think?"
Max comments nervously, "damn. You kind of got me there. Umm..."
The interviewer tries to assure her, "I'm sorry. You don't have to if you..."
Max faintly nods. She assures him back, "no. I think I'm good. Faint nervous laugh. Guess I only get creeped out by the live action kind. What else you got? I'm here all day."
The interviewer slightly chuckles, "sure. I got more."
Max urges on, "then don't hold out on my account. Go."
The interviewer start to wonder, "well... About the show..." Max adds, "yeah?"
The interviewer goes on, "you seem to be kind of easy to get creeped out. Yet, in the show... You do a lot of it. I'm surprised you can do it all. What is your secret? That is, if it's not too much trouble to ask."
Max chuckles hard, leaving the interviewer confused.
After a bit... She says, "sorry. There's no secret...because I really don't do it all. We all had "sexual" doubles and "stress" doubles for the not so good parts. We stepped in for the rest. Faint chuckle. Easiest commerce the gang could hope to make. It was nice to meet more people also."
The interviewer just looks amused, "whoa. That sure sounds like nice cash."
Max adds, "exactly."
The interviewer points out, "then... How did you get them to look like all of you? There can't be lookalikes everywhere."
Max simply answers, "Eyes Only is good with the green screen like you wouldn't believe. Only me or someone else like me can tell it's green screen."
The interviewer comments, "faint chuckle. Yeah. I should've seen that one coming."
Max comments back, "maybe. No big dealio though."
The interviewer adds, "thanks." Max just figures, "sure."
The interviewer goes on, "okay. I got three more questions."
Max figures, "go right ahead." The interviewer adds, "thanks."
He questions, "if you could just take off to anywhere, where would it be?"
Max concludes, "nice. Well...that's easy. Long as I'm with my boyfriend and can have all my friends stop by, I'm good. Oh. And, as long as it's not coming down from superlasers from Death Stars or a rat problem. Then I'm good."
The interviewer faintly chuckles. He figures, "I was thinking a country."
Max comments, "faint chuckle. Well, maybe I just like this one just fine. Although... Maybe also the United Kingdom. I hear a lot of good things about it from Caitlin and Sydney. So, maybe it's at least worth the trip. Not a big Canada fan though. Don't get me wrong. A lot of my friends like it. I'm sure there's a lot to like. But, with all the mismanagement up there for the past ten years... Yeah. I just don't think I'd like to be there for long."
The interviewer figures, "yeah. So have I: Thought of going to the United Kingdom. The only thing is it's kind of uptight: At least for me."
Max comments, "not sure I feel like that. But, if I had to be nice to everyone... Even not really so "high society" bastards... I got to be honest: I'd just start saying things like ass and slut and get my ass put in a cell for it. And, that's if those guys are getting off easy. I feel you there."
A little caught off guard, the interviewer concludes, "yeah. Thanks."
Max concludes, "yeah."
The interviewer asks, "if you weren't a genetically enhanced action woman, what would you like to do for a living?"
Max comments, "faint chuckle. I like that: Action woman. Often, my friends say I'm a genetically enhanced killing machine."
The interviewer concludes, "well, I like action movies. So..."
Max faintly smiles. She figures, "yeah. Mostly same, because of what I already got into. But, something in telecommunications would be awesome: With or without super powers. Faint chuckle. You know, for a interviewer guy that doesn't want me to really know him... You're making it hard for me not to want to nose around and find out for myself."
The interviewer nervously adds, "umm...thanks. Last question."
Not sure what to think exactly, Max figures, "sure."
The interviewer figures, "any favorite sports? You seem like the kind of woman who likes that kind of action."
Max figures, "sorry. Not really. Closest thing is riding...my Ninja."
She pauses at the last part.
She blushes a little, looking more wide eyed all of a sudden.
The interviewer questions nervously, "what?"
Sounding a little colder... Max pieces together, "now I remember you. It might still be hazy from that one night. But... You're Rafer. Aren't you?"
The interviewer sighs heavily.
He takes off the mask and the hood...to reveal a faintly familiar face with moderate black hair slightly curly on the front.
Rafer nervously says, "I hoped you wouldn't find me out."
With a faint glare, Max comments, "parallel processing, Rafer. There's little I can't find out."
Very nervously, Rafer asks, "are you throwing my ass out now?"
A little teary eyed, Max figures, "I was in heat then. You must have seen enough of the show. You know what I mean. It's not worth kicking your ass for a big mistake I made. Sniffle. Just tell me something."
With mixed nervousness, a teary eyed Rafer says, "what?"
Max asks, "why did you come then?"
Rafer heavily sighs.
He explains, "because the pizza delivery companies all got together and cut out the delivery guys. Then, when I went out looking for something else... The show outed me. Of course, the names were changed to protect people like me from something like that. But, enough of my friends found out. Then, when I'm about to be driven out of town... Some crazy portal opened up. Next thing I know, I'm at Eyes Only's doorstep. And, he's offering me a chance to start over. How could I not? Sniffle."
Max murmurs nervously, "ouch."
After a few long minutes... Max somberly adds, "I'm sorry too. I didn't know any of that."
Rafer nervously asks, "well...now what do we do? Or, what do I do? I don't even have a life to go back to, and I might not have one that'll last going back out there."
A few tears fall from his face.
Max heavily sighs.
She then grabs a old fashioned mostly gray remote from the window ledge, right above a turned off silvery gray video monitor.
Max considers, "well... It's time for me to be honest: The great and powerful Eyes Only left this remote for me. Said I'd probably figure it out, and that it should be up to me. But, I didn't know who you were until now."
Rafer wonders, "wait. You're saying that's a sci-fi remote?"
Max answers, "yeah. It is. I can scroll through what reality on the world to send you to through the feed. But, I think it'd be ok if you scrolled ahead: Long as I'm here to be sure you're just getting a new life. Eyes Only security and crap."
Kind of amused and not, Rafer figures, "thanks, I guess."
Max hands him the remote. She comments kind of lightly, "sure. Knock yourself out."
She then fast walks over to the monitor.
She's about to turn it back on for him.
But... Rafer tries to say, "Max..."
Max asks uneasily, "what is it?"
Rafer nervously says, "sorry. I just... I got to ask. If it wasn't for being in heat...would we have been friends?"
A little amused sounding, Max answers, "maybe. Still...who knows? You might find another me to have another chance with not kicking our asses over it. I'd wish you luck then."
Sounding more ok now, Rafer reasons, "thanks. If I do see another you...I'll try."
With a faint smile, Max adds, "sure. Ready?"
Rafer answers, "yeah."
She then turns on the monitor.
And, as soon as Rafer selects a channel... Bent reality gives way to a shining light of new hope. And, the whole safe house seems to pop away.
Or, is it really gone?
The Post-Pulse world may never know.