Disclaimer: Dark Angel and related characters are the property of James Cameron, Charles H. Eglee, and the Fox Network; I do not own any rights to it. This is an erotic fan-fiction based on the cancelled TV series that starred Jessica Alba in the lead role (Max); therefore if you are unfamiliar with the TV show you will be unable to follow the story. This parody is written for entertainment purposes only; I do not make any money off writing it. My apologies for writing anyone too much out of character, and for any spelling/grammatical errors.
Events herein are based on Dark Angel Season Two.
Authors note: I received flattering appraisal for the work I did on 'Dark Angel: Nark' and while I am truly grateful, I can't help feeling unworthy. I am a fan as much as the rest of you, and as such I am always in search of a good Dark Angel or Alba story myself, and there are other great authors here on Literotica; Supman being a particular favourite of mine, so I simply cannot be the best. Anyhow, I managed to sit and take another stab at bleeding the concept of a Dark Angel erotica and this piece of work is the result. Mind you it is a work-in-progress and I'm still developing the plot, so don't expect updates every other day like with 'Nark' please. I would also like to send a shoutout to SammyColt and Supman for checking my work before I posted it, so thanks fellas. Enough of me blabbering, hope you enjoy it (comments/constructive criticism of course are always welcomed) - INYOTEF ;)
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The sound of a thump...
...Of a heartbeat...
...There is the distant whirling of a chopper blade, and the sound as of ringing in ones ears after an explosion...
...A man screams; followed by the sickening crunch of a fist connecting with his jaw...
...A chopper swirls out of control thru the night air...
...There is a screech as it crashes and scrapes on the wet asphalt of the street, then the roaring of flames and the smell on gasoline...
...The man flies out of the window and groans as he tumbles on the ground, his fingers scraping the tar road, and cut by the minute shards of splintering glass. He turns to see the silhouette of a woman walking out of the fire as a spark ignites the gas and the chopper is engulfed in flames and explodes...
He tries to crawl away, but a hand spins him around and a fist punches thru his face- It feels as if he were hit with a brick. He looks up to see full bee-sung lips and soft bedroom eyes...
The woman speaks, 'I want Soto Marc, where is he!?' she demands.
'Go fuck yourself!' the man says defiantly, spitting up blood.
He flicks a false tooth filled with cyanide loose with his tongue and bites down on it, his mouth foaming, before he chokes to death in the woman's clutches...
'Dammit,' said Max, her brow furrowing in frustration...
...Except that while she was physically identical to a fault- She was not Max!
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Seattle, two days later...
...Max- the real Max- ran; moving at a blurring pace as the men on motorcycles tried to chase her down. She ducked behind a burnt out bus and listened carefully. She looked down at the lead pipe at her feet and quickly put the papers in her inner-jacket pocket before zipping it closed, then flicked the pipe up with her foot, readying her stance. She heard one of her three pursuers coming toward her then came out of hiding and hit him in the throat taking him clean off the bike and crashing to the ground.
'This way, over here, I found the bitch!' she heard the other goon call out, alerting his buddy.
She ran and picked up the downed bike, straddling it and revving the engine, grinning to herself as she reared it and sped off. She spun around and ramped up onto the roof of the bus then flew over the fence into the train yard, the goon crashing through the gate behind her, giving chase. She skidded the bike back around and dropped it on its side and then revved it again, the hind wheel spinning and pelting stones up like bullets. The goon screamed as the bombarding stones hit him hard taking him off the bike and killing him.
The last bad guy came through the gate and stopped his motorcycle, revving the engine. Max stood up and smirked... He reared the bike in the air and rode straight at her shooting with his machine gun. Max darted to the left, messing with his aiming, then dashed at him. She leapt onto the bikes handlebar and punched him in the face, shattering his helmet's visor then flipped off the bike, landing in a roll as he toppled onto the ground knocked out cold. She got up, patting herself down and made her way out of the train yard on foot.
...Five minutes later she got into Logan's car and handed him the documents and photos.
'Thanks, Max. This should be all the proof I need to go live and put Judge Fagan away for double homicide and child molestation,' Logan said looking at the incriminating material.
Max felt the buzz of her pager and pulled it out, 'no biggy,' she smiled, looking at the number on the cracked display.. 'Hey, can I use your cell, please?'
'Sure,' Logan said, handing it to her absentmindedly, too absorbed in the papers she had given him.
Max's eyes widened as he came really close to touching her fingers with his own, and Logan looked up realising how he had almost infected himself with the retrovirus again.
'...Max I- he began, but she covered her hand with the sleeve of her leather jacket and took it from him before getting out of the car quickly. She sighed, partly out of anger but mostly out of frustration; then looked down and dialled the number on her pager. She waited for a response then froze as she heard her own voice on the other end...
'452, I need your help. Meet me in Chinatown; one hour, come alone!'
'...Sam!?' Max responded softly, but the line had already gone dead.
DARK ANGEL
MIRROR CRACK'D
Max rode her bike into Chinatown trying to avoid the mass of people in the overpopulated market streets. She pulled up along side a street vendor selling tofu and let the engine idle as she waited. A figure moving on a nearby rooftop caught her eye, and her pupils expanded as her vision zoomed in to see Sam watching her.
A minute later she was scaling a ladder onto the roof and walked up to the mirror image of herself; except where she wore black leather; Sam wore a tan suede jacket over a grey shirt and a pair of black jeans with brown boots, as well as a pair of brown shades; and while Max's long brown hair was straightened, hers had curls.
Sam stood looking over the crowd of Chinatown, 'world throws a whole lotta curves at you, huh?' she said, taking a puff from her cigarette and exhaling smoke thru her nose.
Max had a stern look on her face, her last run in with her clone wasn't very pleasant, 'guess you could say that, coz I didn't expect to see you again; thought we sent you to Canada...
'So whatta ya want?'
'A man! By the name of Soto Marc... His here, in Seattle,' Sam said looking at Max.
'And what's that gotta do with me?' Max shot.
Sam looked down, sadness tainting her words, 'Look, I ain't to psyched bout asking you for help... They took my family, again, found out about our new identities and grabbed my husband and his kid on the way to school...'
'It was government agents from Interpol, their here in the country, tracking one of their own along with an arms dealer named Klaas...'
'Either I get them Soto Marc and their agent back, or I never see my family again...'
'We Transgenics aren't even human to suites,' she said looking up at Max.
