Author's Note:
So here is chapter 2, sorry for the wait, but its summer. Excuse any grammar or spelling errors, I read it like 15 times, but I always miss something. Thanks for your reviews for chapter one. Again, I don't own Dark Angel and make no money.
Sketchy looked around the classroom at the dozen or so students, each sitting casually in their desks. He could hardly remember a time he had been so innocent, without the secret of a forgotten nation resting on his shoulders.
"There isn't much I can say to convince you the transgenics were good people, there has been too much hate driven into you by the media, society, and your own families." Sketchy cleared his throat; it was getting harder and harder to talk about them.
"The truth is" he began, his eyes no longer looking at anything in particular. "No one remembers who the transgenics really were. The media portrayed them as cold hearted killers, not worthy of mercy, and everyone else merely thought they were a threat that needed to be taken care of. This isn't a lesson in history with dates, numbers, and facts. This is a lesson about who the transgenics really and truly were."
The students focused their full attention on the man in the front of the classroom, with curious eyes they hung on his every word. Jessica shifted in her seat to get a better view and Charlie took his headphones off his ears and listened intently.
The first trace of a smile could be seen on Sketchy's face as he began his story. "The first time I really talked to Joshua was on a rainy Saturday a few days after the Jam Pony incident. He was a big guy, with long hair, and a face most people would run from. After about 10 minutes of talking with him, I had realized that he was not the monster everyone thought he was; actually he was a big teddy bear."
Oh not Sketchy, Silly Fella
Sketchy no longer looked like the war torn man that walked in, but a carefree man, reliving some of his fondest memories. No one could turn away.
"Joshua was a lover not a fighter and when the war came, it was hard for him to manage seeing his friends being hurt. He was a more of a Yoda then a general for a loosing army." Sketchy looked up, took a small breathe and began his tale once again.
"Joshua was one of the lucky ones, a very good friend of mine had managed to smuggle him out in one of the first transgenic movements and he is living happily in one of the transgenic reserves. I occasionally receive a package of paintings and pictures of his first daughter, Max." A large smile engulfed his features. "Joshua would never forget those he left behind.
The class smiled along with Sketchy and waited once again for him to start.
End, hopefully chapter 3 will be up within a week