Authors Note:

So kiddies, I am horribly sorry for the wait, but a good friend of mine got into an accident. She's okay, but it set me back for awhile. I actually wrote this chapter on napkins at the hospital, isn't that sad? Hahahah anyway I tried to make this longer, but napkins only take you so far. Please excuse spelling and grammar errors, I am trying.

Don't own anything, especially Dark Angel.

Sketchy had taken a small break and was now looking carefully at a display of art projects neatly placed on the wall. John stretched lazily and let out a huge yawn. Sketchy knew it was time to begin about the wars, but the memories were still fresh in his mind and it always hurt to talk about it.

"There isn't much in the history books about the real causes of the Transgenic Wars or even how they ultimately ended. Those who know the true tales only speak the stories to the sky in fear of retribution by those who wish to keep it a secret. But I have always felt obligated to spread the word, even if it meant risking my life."

Henry raised his hand, and then quickly put it down. This was no time for questions.

"The breaking point between the siege and war started when a young boy was found mauled outside the gates of Terminal City. There was no way to identify the kid, but experts blamed Transgenics due to the sheer brutality of the act."

Sketchy's words were lined with injustice and his eyes held all the anger he felt.

"The papers called him Little Boy Ortiz because they had found a crumpled David Ortiz Red Sox card in his front pocket. The city bought him a cheap suit and coffin. They buried him in Roosevelt cemetery under the name Little Boy Ortiz."

Only the front row of students could see Sketchy fiddling with a card in his front pocket, they all knew what card it was.

"After this the media deemed the Transgenics the ultimate enemy and riots broke out all along the perimeter of Terminal City. I don't think the public would have gone through all that if they had known their little lost boy was a transgenic after all. Once again irony never quits."

Sketchy took the card out of his pocket and began again, never taking his eyes off the card.

"Dalton was his real name and I can easily see him rolling his eyes in that purely Dalton-style and scoffing at the name Little Boy Ortiz.

Dude, I have and will never be a little boy.

"His real memorial is in the heart of Terminal City under his true name. Alec had it put up in memory of his spiky headed sidekick."

Sketchy placed the card back in his pocket and kept his hand hovering close to it.

"But the damage from Little Boy Ortiz was done and the army was itching to declare war, all they needed was a trigger. And they got one. The information was somehow leaked that a small group of humans were living within the walls of Terminal City and before we knew it, Cindy, Logan and I were considered hostages and missiles were flying. The initial bombings were mostly empty warehouses, but with Terminal City being so small many Transgenic lives were lost. Raids held by Max on several prominent military stations allowed the Transgenics a fighting chance, but there was only so much one could take."

I'll never leave! TC is my home, I can't just give up. I don't know how.

"In all this Max had been a rock of leadership and strength for the dwindling transgenics. Her giant brown eyes held hope and perseverance. Max's relationship with Logan dissolved over the pains of war, but Logan remained a close friend and ally throughout everything. On the other side of the coin, Alec had been the one with the smile and the jokes, keeping everyone in TC from killing each other. None could help but fall in love with that smart Alec. His friendship with Max blossomed and she could no loner call him her screw-up. I always thought there was something more between them, even if they'd never admit it."

Joey interrupted with a cough and the loudspeaker pinged on and Ellie Marks was called to the office. Nobody moved.

"With Alec as the general, Max as the leader and an army of empowered super soldiers behind them hopes were high. But they soon realized they were fighting a loosing war, with the military at the front door and the conclave at the back, they were spread all to thin and they couldn't fight anymore. It wasn't until Colonel Lydecker, the man originally in charge of the Transgenics back in Manticore, crawled out of his grave and offered the transgenics a deal."

Max, haven't you ever heard about making deals with devils.

'The deal was simple, the transgenic would receive safe passage and several secure locations to hide in and in exchange Lydecker wanted one transgenic of his choosing for private assignments. It was the only way and Max had to except. The Transgenic Movement began and a document was sent to Max with the designation of the Transgenic to be handed over to Lydecker.

Alpha male X5-494, former commanding officer of unit 7.

"It was Alec; lovable Alec had to go back to being 494. The loss would be devastating, but Alec always had that self-sacrificing chip in his head and soon the caravan came to pick him up.

Promise me, Maxie, promise me you wont ever look for me, promise.

"Alec was perfect for Lydecker's plan. A CO, alpha male, top of his class, but best of all he was Max's friend. Hurting the leader of the Transgenics by sending someone she loved to a fate worse then death was gravy.

Rob, one of Ms. Joan's prized students, sat shocked in his chair. His entire life people have been telling him all sorts of things about the transgenics, but never this.

Kimberly looked on with knowing eyes, her Uncle had told her stories about the bravery of the transgenic. Kimberly always thought Uncle Normal was spinning old wise tales. She was wrong.

John just watched with curious eyes. He wasn't bored anymore.

Don't look for me, Max. Don't ever look for me.

END, for now hopefully the final chapter will be here soon.