Disclaimer: I do not own the series that this finfic is adapted from, nor do I make any money from the writing of it.
Just a few things to take note of: Firstly this is a story based on the cancelled James Cameron's Dark Angel series that stared Jessica Alba, so if you are unfamiliar with the show you'll be more than a bit lost. Then also, this is a sequel to a story that I posted on chyoo.com, so I would suggest that you check that out first.
I hope you enjoy the story, and that the characters won't be too much out of character. Sorry for spelling/grammar mistakes. Enjoy.
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The smoggy Seattle air was turning a crimson red as the sun sank over the horizon. The noise from the city seemed to grow louder; odd seeing as how in just a few hours it would be curfew. There was a chilly wind in the air, the prediction of the downpour that was going to come soon.
High up in the sky, away from the dirt, the pollution, and the noise; high atop the vandalized Space Needle, Max sat clutching her leather clad knees. Her mind was wrought with the memories of the past couple of months. It wasn't like she had the rosiest of lives; the fact was that from the day she was born, her life had been a constant fight to survive...
...Being born in a secrete government facility as a genetically altered super-soldier had gifted her with the most extraordinary of gifts, including enhanced speed, strength, and vision; but it had taken so much away as well, too much. She had spent the first few years of her life training rigorously, going through grueling regiments to focus her exceptional abilities and turn her, and her comrades into the perfect killers. And after she had escaped the hellish facility it was a constant effort to stay one step ahead of the government agents that were hunting her.
Despite all the odds stacked up against her, she had managed to build a life for herself, managed to find a home, friends, and a job. All of it had been worth the constant looking over her shoulder. She had been blessed...
Then, two months ago it happened...
A psycho transgenic had come into her life. Sway. He was a transgenic built of special incursion into snowy climates; the result being that his entire body, that was cold to the touch, was pale white, with blue veins popping out. That wasn't the worst of it; Sway's blood held special enzymes, enzymes that could put people under his spell. It allowed him to control those he had forced to drink it, much like hypnotic suggestion.
Sway had used his blood to control Max's family. First Zack, then he used him to capture Jondi. After that he again used Zack to capture Max herself. Then the two of them were used to get Tinga.
Having his own little army together, Sway told Max and her brother's and sister's of a pharmaceutical company, Genix.inc, which served as a front for "Frontline" a new government splinter faction dubbed the spearhead of a new Manticore. This new facility was headed by Ames White, the agent that was making Max's life a living hell.
Sway used the four transgenic's to break into and bring down Frontline; they succeeded, but at great cost...
Seth was caught in the explosion.
Tinga and Jondi left Seattle, went out on their own. All three women knew they had to go it alone to survive...
Now Max was trying to piece back the shattered fragments of her life, her loss.
She sighed as she got to her feet. Keeping all this bottled inside was taking its toll, it would probably be best if she spoke to someone. Logan. It must have been three months since she had seen him. He had tried to contact her but she had ignored it. She just wasn't ready to tell him about all this. What was she going to say anyway? Tell him how some freak transgenic first ordered her to fuck him before he had her destroy an entire base?
Max fell forward off the Space Needle, the cold air whizzed in her ears as she dived down, adrenalin building as she plummeted to the ground. She twisted her body; the feline genes gifted her by Manticore allowing her to land gracefully on her hands and knees. Max walked over to her bike, got on and started it up. She looked up at the sky as the droplets of rain began to fall, then she sped off down the street.
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Max unzipped her leather jacket and threw it on the couch as she entered her apartment. The place was quiet without Original Cindy around; she had gone upstate with a friend for a couple of days. Her mind was still fogged with the memories that were causing her to wallow in a morbid mood. She felt depressed and helpless.
Max walked into the bathroom and turned the hot water of the shower on; the pipes vibrating before the brown tinted water flowed out because of the rust in the old pipes. She hit the faucet twice with her fist and the water cleared, steam starting to fill the room. She reached for the hem of her black tank top...
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Shit", she muttered.
She closed the tap again and headed to the door...
"Who is it?"
No answer. She unlocked the door and opened it.
The man that was holding his body up against the door fell forward into her arms. She caught him, holding his weight easily enough with her enhanced strength. He looked up at her groggily...
