#max x5 452

[noybusiness]

I totally agree about the worldbuilding! And the cancellation is aggravating. They were renewed for a Season 3 for a few days and then Fox changed their minds; aargh! I like Firefly but cancelling Dark Angel, putting Firefly in its timeslot and then bungling Firefly even worse (out-of-order episodes, incomplete first season) just shows Fox's incompetence. That they managed to early-cancel Dollhouse and Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, too...

You have to wonder what difference even more season, and possibly more than that, would have made on the trajectories of Jessica Alba, Jensen Ackles, Michael Weatherly, Valarie Rae Miller etc.'s careers.

The only reason I don't ship Max/Alec is that with Ben being Max's adoptive brother and Alec's biological twin, having Max have the hots for someone who looks exactly her brother is too incestuous for me (in a non-Song of Ice and Fire setting; I have no problem shipping Targaryens, 'cause there's no way to avoid it, really, and they weren't raised on our Earth). I don't think that's in-character for her.

I have the Dark Angel soundtrack on CD, so I think about the various songs on that, like "Candy", "Bring It to Me" and "The Life". Sometimes I think about them when doing unrelated things.

That's a great picture! Max and Original Cindy had some fun times in Season 1; while I like the new transgenic characters in Season 2, I do also miss Original Cindy and the other Jam Pony crew having more focus. Giving her a transgenic girlfriend could have given her more reason to be involved in the new plot besides just being Max's BFF (it would have been nice for the canonically lesbian character to have *any* onscreen girlfriend besides Diamond, aka a one-episode old flame who died tragically).

By quietly ignoring the transgenics' seizures and feline-DNA-based heat cycle in Season 2 like they had never been, the show writers missed a lot of opportunities to show how they affected the new transgenic characters. Alec hates being vulnerable, which the seizures would make him, and he'd want to hide them even from Max and Joshua. And if they really wanted to play with the Max/Alec ship, then it was a big missed opportunity not to have Max go into heat when Alec was there. Logically, you'd expect a male transgenic would react to a female transgenic's pheromones like a male cat.

Of course, then there are consent issues for both of them, so I'd hope they'd be prevented from consummating. But it was the early 000s and shows were less aware of consent issues, so it's actually kind of weird they didn't think of it.

More incorporation of feline biology beyond the heat cycle sounds like an interesting premise for a fic! I always wonder about purring and stuff, and just how strongly they prefer meat (Max eating the live chicken in "Pollo Loco" suggested they do to some degree, at least). We know they at least give off a feline scent some beings can detect, or Joshua wouldn't have been able to smell that Max had cat DNA (DNA by itself has no smell, I hope the show writers realized that). May I ask what your handle on AO3.org/FF.net is?

dark angel?

all righty, going for the show in general! because this is fun. i definitely want to talk about dark angel as a whole, since i'm currently deranged about it and have already started watching it again LMAO

favorite thing

gosh, probably my favorite thing about dark angel is the world that's been built? like, the worldbuilding isn't perfect, but the premise is really interesting, i like the exploration of this very horrific trauma that max and the others would experience being brought up for the specific purpose of being super soldiers, and when the show touches on class divides in the broken society that they're in, it's cool. it's a world with a lot of potential.

least favorite thing

that it was cancelled when it had so much gas still left in the tank! fuck you, fox. fuck you, firefly, now i have another reason to hate a show i've always hated.

favorite line

"girls kick ass; says so on a t-shirt" lmao

brOTP

max and original cindy! there is a part of me that does ship them a little, like i gotta be honest, but i also genuinely value them so much as besties. their friendship is literally so good, and it's the heart of this show.

OTP

max/alec. like, they have potential. i could write essays on their potential. i love how they start with this friction that gradually wears away into them starting to trust each other and be vulnerable with each other. had the show continued, they could've really built up a nice, organic romantic arc between them (but i guess that's what fic is for now!)

nOTP

sorry, i am not a max/logan fan 💀 logan can annoy me a bit as a character, but that aside, i just really think he doesn't understand max, nor does he put in the effort to really try. that relationship was destined to fizzle out and die, and for both of them to grow past each other.

random headcanon

since the show never actually explored this, i think it would be logical to assume that the x5 twins like alec also experience the seizures, etc. i also definitely think there's a lot of weird biology going on in all of them, not just max going into heat three times a year. these are thoughts i'm thinking about for potential fics.

unpopular opinion

uh what's an unpopular opinion for a show that went off the air over 20 years ago. maybe stop imposing supernatural on this show just because jensen ackles is in it? alec isn't an equivalent to dean? stop.

song i associate

well i happened to get deranged about the prophecy by taylor swift at the same time i was getting deranged about this show, so that's now just permanently a max guevara song

favorite picture

idk but gif search is giving me the girls so we're gonna have the girls because i love them dearly 🥹

character asks!

[detective-jane-rizzoli]

[latrodectal]

happy october 3rd to her and her only ♥️

[scriptnoir]

BITING THE HAND THAT CHOKES YOU.

renfro's a different kind of cruel. max hates that it's what she needs right now.

pairing. elizabeth renfro x max guevara/x5-452 (dark angel)

length. 4.5k

themes. smut, age gap, power dynamics, max's gay awakening somehow, renfro is fucked up

author's note. i regret nothing, you all can kiss my ASS!!!! (i do regret that i barely edited.) also first dark angel fic. please read, their height difference is doing things to my brain. also the obvious fucked up shit they got going on. also on ao3 if you care . . .

ao3

My name is Max.

That’s all Max could think. She was Max Guevara, nineteen years old. She worked as a bike messenger, delivery rider, whatever you called it, at Jam Pony. She had friends - OC, Herbal, Sketchy on a good day - and interests like any normal human being. 

Manticore made it hard to remember that. 

She stared into the distance, like she had practiced. It had been months of torture, frustration, fucking humiliation. Not everything was the same in this place but the memories swept back in that cruel way, washing over her, seizing her nerves and keeping her face in her hands. 

The last time she was here, she was barely ten. Now she had returned - returned to  the place she fought everyday to forget and fight. 

If one day she were so lucky to die, she would remember this moment. She’d remember every horrible detail - scent, emotion, temperature - and be so very glad she was going.

Elizabeth Renfro checked her watch. “Code and report?”

As if the bitch would ever forget.

“X5-452, successful copulation, Ma’am!” she yelled. 

My name is Max. 

Her hair had gotten thinner and longer. The blue shirt fit her loosely now. For months she hadn’t seen the friends who thought she was dead - out there the gist was Manticore finally brought down their finest, Normal losing another employee (not that he’d care.) But whatever happened to her, she was still Max.

Renfro knew it, too. She wasn’t dumb - the small teen’s brown eyes remained strong and defiant. The only thing that wasn’t like her was everything else. The military responses, the staunch obedience . . . she had figured Max out a long time ago, and she wasn’t this.

The woman’s heels extended and forged a path around her. She knew how she was made: built yo sense everything and anything. So she was sure she felt her eyes on her, even with her back turned. Let her feel them. Wasn’t she used to it? No one could blame her. 452 was easy on the eyes. All of that genetic makeup created a slim girl with the littlest waist and bee-stung lips, all of which she would have found more delectable had she not spouted lies and lies and lies.

But she could forgive an ugly little sin from a pretty little girl.

Still.

“Don’t you get tired of pretending?” sighed Renfro. “You’ve been here a while. I don’t imagine it’s a lot of fun.”

Slow blurs of the black suit and platinum hair circled her. Max squirmed. No matter how far out she looked, the Bride of Satan remained and promised to bring her hell. She could hear her steely voice; the click of her heels; the vibration in her words. Max was prey counting her final minutes. 

Her life flashed before her eyes. Coming into the real world, frightened and shivering in the snow. The only father she ever had prowling her new home. And - take the bad with the good: laughing with Original Cindy at the bar and pretending to her core that she didn’t feel anything about Logan. Even the pining she missed, and now it was her little coping mechanism.

Funny how she tried to avoid it.

Max didn’t reply. She looked straight into the wall of Renfro’s office, shoulders straight and jaw tight. They wanted a soldier? She’d give them one. This is what they trained her to be after all. The need for a weapon was the only reason she was here. So, she was going to stand emotionlessly and not say a single word. She had no feelings, no identity, nothing.

She couldn’t keep lying to herself when her heart thundered in her chest. Zack’s heart. The thought made her want to burst into tears. Suddenly Max’s throat felt jammed. God, she couldn’t do that here.

Renfro stopped in front of her. Finally. The dizziness was gone but she still felt like she was going to throw up. She sucked in her stomach and forced herself not to blink. There was only the wall and the picture frames to look at. Only the cold to feel. This was just an intrusive horror in her head she had to banish.

Renfro leaned down. “Is it, 452?” she asked softly.

If Max were dumb, she would have believed that her tone was gentle. For a moment, she almost appreciated the lines on her face; the flattering lower of her body so her words were clear. Max thought she saw someone who wasn’t so evil.

And then she saw Tinga bound in the water. She saw Zack barely hanging onto life. She saw how brainwashed the transgenics were here, believing their only purpose was to kill. Even Lydecker - the miserable fuck - was redeemable compared to Renfro. A kinder Madam X was a fantasy never coming to life. 

Yet it was all so sudden when she tamed a strand of hair from the side of Max’s face and, carefully, back behind an all too red ear. 

Max’s eyes widened. Her breath seemed to stop completely. She hadn’t been touched like that in months. Not that she ever was, platonically or romantically - she didn’t have parents and Mr. Eyes Only wasn’t willing to admit he liked her. Fucking coward. The last person she expected that from was the woman who killed and tortured her friends. The woman who would have done that to her too had she not been too important.

Renfro’s fingertips were smooth as they skated along Max’s jawline. With an upward tip of her chin, Max was forced to look at her. Wrinkles embedded the curves of Renfro’s face. Short, white hair propped against a neck Max yearned to see broken. 

She was, however, beautiful. Maybe that’s why the men let her get away with so much. Renfro was beautiful, alright - but dangerous.

Max thought she heard that about herself somewhere, sometime.

“I asked you a question,” pressed Renfro. 

Her eyes bore down on the younger girl. Max wanted to punch her. The bitch was enjoying this. She knew Max had gotten thinner, weaker, needier. She should have predicted she’d take advantage of that, like everything else.

The toughness in her voice was back yet her face - open and vulnerable - gave away everything.

“No, Ma’am.”

Renfro gripped her chin harder. She tried not to feel anything. That was usually easy. She was born to be a weapon. She was born to stand at command and play the gun she didn’t even want to hold. 

“You’re still faking.” 

The sound in Max’s throat barely managed to fold.

Renfro ghosted her mouth over her lips. “I don’t like that.”

But God-

Max’s teeth clenched. This was so wrong, this was so wrong. She wasn’t a girl who sought it out when a woman just perfectly older, perfectly meaner touched her just perfectly right. She wasn’t going to compromise her grudges for Renfro just because she suddenly broke character. 

Shit, she might break character too. Max kept eye contact but her mind ran fast and hard about the thought of dropping the act. She could be a good girl. If she complied, she wouldn’t have to worry about the lack of food or sleep. The transgenic who looked too much like Ben wouldn’t haunt her dreams anymore.

That was what Renfro wanted her to think. She knew every little fantasy she’d written was simply that: a dream that would never come true.

“Or perhaps” - Renfro tilted Max’s head to the side, studying her like a germ under a microscope; she wasn’t two-faced enough to pretend that the girl was nothing if not a genetic mistake - “there’s other things you don’t like. Is 492 not doing it for you?”

“I am trained to fulfill my purpose regardless of my preferences.”

“I told you to drop the act, Max. It’s not flattering.”

Max blinked for the first time in minutes. Renfro had never called her that. She was a number among statistics to her. But the syllables curled in her mouth in such a sweet, poisonous way that a switch turned on.

And she could suddenly feel everything. 

Renfro’s scheming stone-hard eyes on her. The wind filling the large sleeves of her shirt. The sweat on her forehead. The coldness in Renfro’s fingers tangled around her jawline that sparked some kind of feeling in her.

No no . . . And the worst part was she couldn’t blame it on her heat. It wasn’t due for a few more months, but the burning feeling was there. She needed something, somebody - and the only one here was Renfro.

She hardened her face. Over her dead body.

“You know what my theory is?” Renfro smirked, thin painted lip pulling to one side. Max’s legs trembled under the camouflage pants. “We ought to put a woman in that cell. Someone who can handle you. Someone who bites back. Maybe boys aren’t your thing, huh?”

Max abruptly forgot to play her role. Her eyes were large. “It’s- I’m not-” 

“There must be a reason why you refuse to copulate with 494, all those false reports.”

For a woman so smart . . . 

Max seized Renfro’s hand from her face and yanked it away. The engineered strength almost broke her wrist. She didn’t care. She needed her as far away as possible. She thought she was strong enough to chew what they dished out. The starving; the pain; the humiliation. 

But it turned out she was just like the rest of the prisoners: desperate and deluded.

Disgust tasted bitter in her mouth. She couldn’t believe she was actually considering surrender. All for a head between her legs. This was the lowest she’d ever gone.

The reward for her outburst was the shock painting Renfro’s face. Dark eyeshadow framed the silent scream in those cruel eyes. Max could live off it forever.

“I think having to be a damn breeder’s dog is one.” She allowed a little squeeze on a fragile tendon. Just enough to hurt but not actually break it. “But that’s my own theory.”

She choked the captured limb tighter. She could change her mind, actually; let herself crush skin and bone and let bleed blood and bile. A fractured wrist wouldn’t equal to the torture she’d been through. 

Her eyes scoured over Renfro - matter of fact, Max thought, she deserved a bruise for every little pain, every little tear she cried at night. One punch in the chin for daring to hold her like she was a child. A kick in the stomach for the emptiness in her own. A knife through her chest for keeping her brother alive through her in the worst way possible. 

But she wasn’t like that.

Max swallowed a sob and let go. 

“And you seem to forget,” she added, despite of. Her eyes roared with flames. One day this place would burn to the ground and she’d be holding the match. “I could still kill you, and you wouldn’t see it coming until the blood’s drawn.”

Renfro stared at her. Max wished she could see people’s brains clearly, too. Maybe she’d see the wheels churning in Renfro’s head. She would comfort herself with knowing the fear that raged in her permanently fucked up brain . . .

-lasted for approximately three seconds.

Renfro was laughing. No sarcasm or shortness in it. Loud, haughty, terrifying. This was the last time Max ever wanted to see her smile. She was beautiful, but the evil drowned that out. By the time the hysterics heightened in Renfro’s thundering voice, Max was convinced already: this was the stuff of nightmares.

She tried not to throw up. Renfro was a fucking sadist. Each life she ruined was another on her resumé. Every time Max made the slightest move of protest, her smile was unmistakable. The pleasure she got from being this evil was so twisted that Max felt the reality creep up to her:

She was alone. 

Max slowly backed away. For the first time in her life, she couldn’t fight. No one was coming to rescue her. She never felt the need for anyone to do that but all she wanted now was a savior.

“See, that’s what I like about you, Max.” Renfro shook her head fondly. As her laughter died, her smile did, too. “Pretty thing, such a pretty thing - but sharp. Like a ribboned sword.”

Max was shaking. Her mouth was still agape. “You don’t get to say my name.”

“You’d rather you say mine, don’t you?” 

“Son of a b-”

Renfro wove her fingers through the transgenic’s hair and pulled hard. It all happened too fast. It all happened before Max could run. The shock came before her logic and now she was whimpering, bound and tied. She could try and fight, sure, but there were cameras in here. There were soldiers outside that would overpower her with sheer belief that it was their purpose.

She couldn’t escape.

Maybe she didn’t want to.

Renfro’s lips brushed over the pillar of her neck. Her breath was warm and hot, and Max hated that she liked it that way. Liked the way the woman’s fingernails dug into her scalp. Liked the pain that made the tears rise up from the corners of her eyes. God, this wasn’t her. She couldn’t be.

Max closed her eyes as Renfro kissed her. Her tongue flattened behind her ear, then when she least expected it, Renfro bit down hard. Max flinched at how quickly she whined. She wasn’t supposed to like this. 

“Shh,” Renfro whispered. When Max’s whining increased, she soothed a thumb along a blemishless cheek. “It’s alright. I’m simply conducting an experiment.”

Max’s voice failed to stop shaking. “A-An experiment to see if I wanna fuck you? Yeah, let’s see how that turns out.”

“Sure.”

Renfro slipped a hand under her shirt. The tight midriff tensed under her touch. Max was gasping for breath by the time it stopped creeping up her breasts and stayed over her waistband. As if to ask for permission. 

Renfro smiled. “Let’s.”

Max’s head bowed as she drew in a bladed breath. She was frozen but her hips kept rolling down Renfro’s fingers. Suddenly everything about her was too sensitive. Goosebumps popped out from her skin. Her legs squirmed together, trapping Renfro’s hand. God knew the strong thighs prevented her from going anywhere. She was going to use that to her advantage. If Renfro was going to use her, she might as well do it, too.

“Mmm!” Max whined. She shook her head, refusing what her body told her to do. “No, mmm, no, please-” 

She begged herself not to give in. She was smarter than that, wasn’t she? She said it aloud and pushed herself off Renfro but she kept coming back. 

Max’s eyes squeezed up. Renfro was thumbing her covered clit so fast that her knees shuddered. She wanted to fight her off. She knew she could. But Jesus, was it too blissful to think of someone holding her down for once. Ordering her to do this and that. Making her beg.

She hated how Renfro was the first person to ever make her grovel. 

“You sound really beautiful when you beg, Max,” Renfro said. The girl’s wetness transcended past the thin cloth of her underwear. She retrieved her hand and tasted her from her fingertips. “Shame you’re a little rebel.”

“You’re evil. God.”

Renfro smiled, continuing on as if she didn’t hear her: “Nothing I can’t fix.”

The cat in Max wanted to bare her teeth, claw at the woman and tell her to back off. Renfro grabbed her hair again, like an owner seizing the scruff of a kitten’s neck. The anger never melted off her face. Who did Renfro think she was?

“Down.”

Max, hating herself for trembling at the authoritarian tone Renfro used, stuttered, “What?” 

“Down, sweetheart,” she repeated. Renfro tugged a little harder until Max was shoved into the side of the central desk. “On your knees.”

Max glowered. The little pout was strong but she slowly set a weak leg on the ground. Her thin brows arched with hatred at Renfro’s deepening smile. 

Renfro, for one, liked how despite it all, Max maintained eye contact. She could handle the glare of a defenseless girl itching for the slightest touch. She slipped her knuckles through the night-dark hair and pulled her south.

“That’s it,” she coaxed. Massaging the aching scalp, Renfro’s sigh of satisfaction made Max want to beg again. “Good girl.”

Max gulped. She knew what to do. Her greedy hands tore at the button of those trousers. The fabric slid down Renfro’s surprisingly long and smooth legs. As if there wasn’t enough drool in her open mouth. 

She got those panties out of the way and wasn’t disappointed. Knowing that Renfro, who tortured and imprisoned her, was wet from controlling her . . . she didn’t know if she should be revolted or turned on. 

Her moral dilemma reached its deadline. Renfro grew impatient. She always did: waiting for Max to be desperate and finally fuck that soldier boy stud. Waiting on her reports. It didn’t help that those large brown eyes looked incredibly innocent, as if she didn’t know what to do. Or that her lips looked swollen and needy waiting for something to quench her thirst.

She wasn’t sorry for how hard she shoved Max’s skull into the table. She wasn’t sorry for pushing her cunt onto her mouth. Renfro had never felt apologetic in her life, and this wasn’t going to be the first time.

Max growled. Her tongue opened Renfro up and the juices spilled limitlessly. Renfro was sure she was going to lose it - those lips felt as good as they looked. Just the mere brush of them against her clit impulsed her to grind harder into the girl’s face. What more when they hollowed around and suckled?

“Would you look at that. I figured you swung the other way too.”

Renfro’s nails dug into her scalp. Max tried to breathe but the taste intoxicated her again. She kept coming back. She was starved for more and for nothing, burying her face into Renfro’s center as if to drain her. Each time she got a little taste of heaven.

But Renfro didn’t belong there.

“Oh there you go.” Each insult and praise got Max to eat her out harder. Renfro stroked thr girl’s hair, playing with a stubborn curl that withstood the test of time. “Just made for it, aren’t you? To get on your knees, have your pretty mouth between a woman’s legs?”

The sounds she made, Lord. Max tried not to like it. Why wasn’t it easy? “Shut up,” she gasped, “shut up God, just-”

“You’re smarter than that. You ought to know I can’t when you’re so good at giving me what I want.”

Max shoved three digits inside her and proved her right.

The hiss that came after would have been heavenly to her. Pity she didn’t hear it. Thighs that were stronger than she thought sealed around her and she was sure she was going to die. Renfro rode her messily, getting endless juices on her nose and cheeks. She could smell nothing but the musk that made her dizzyingly thirsty; touch nothing but surprisingly firm flesh; taste nothing but Renfro.

It was sick. She was sick.

And still her fingers kept curling. Her mouth kept working. Her eyes kept tracking Renfro’s orgasmic face. Her ears kept in tune to the sound of Renfro’s drumming heartbeat.

Bliss, yes - but there was pain everywhere. The back of Max’s neck dug into the desk wood. Renfro’s strong fingers maintained a tight hold on her hair. Her jaw ached to death. Hips rolled continuously on her face like waves. The tears filled her eyes as her breath was nowhere to be found.

Renfro released her. She collapsed against the desk, whimpering incessantly. Renfro couldn’t help the rise and tense of her shoulders. The girl knew how to eat pussy. And she had to admit that she looked pretty as she lay there fatigued. There was just the type of woman who was most beautiful with her lips wet and pouty from use. Max fit that category perfectly.

She lowered herself to the ground. Max’s hands shook with the need to wrap themselves around her neck, but she couldn’t do anything. Was she having a seizure? Sort of. Or was she meant to tremble this lightly but warm up this-

Fuck. No, it couldn’t be. 

Max made a noise of protest. Renfro knew. She knew that the heat symptoms were bound to creep up on her. She could’ve had sex with anyone, God - anyone but her. Renfro was out of her damn mind.

So was she.

Renfro smiled. “Got nowhere to run do you?” she asked. 

The piteous words knifed Max’s dignity and pride. It was all her fault. She hugged her legs up to her chest as the throb inside her worsened. She needed someone to touch her. She promised it didn’t have to be Renfro specifically but her body yearned to be pinned under her. She needed it rough, the kind that would make her forget this ever happened. 

“It’s alright,” Renfro said. Her fingers glided along Max’s thigh. “You put up a good fight. But in the end, you just needed to be touched.”

“You’re an evil person. Fuck you.” Max cried tears that mixed with sweat and slick as she came to a realization. “No, just . . . please, fuck me please, fuck me-”

The look on Renfro’s face was the final straw. All that smugness and self-importance made Max lunge at her.

Her legs locked around her. Her fingers tensed under the crop of Renfro’s hair. She could have killed her at that moment. It would all be over. No one would know who broke her down. But the heat tingled in her skin. The throb in her core was too strong. Logan didn’t cross her mind at all when she leaned in and devoured Renfro’s lips.

God, she hated how good it felt. Renfro’s hands were all over her. Under her shirt; around her waist; between her legs - Max nearly came right there when Renfro forced her down on the desk. This was the exact kind of painful all the boy toys hated to do to her. Apparently she was too pretty or whatever. Too intimidating. 

Max bit down on Renfro’s slim lip, a little reminder of what she could do. Maybe it was a reminder for herself, too. 

She could taste blood. It was the most delicious thing she’d had in months. 

Renfro hissed and pulled her off. Red drooled down her chin. She turned Max around and drove her face into the wood, squeezing up those perfect features and somehow making them imperfect. Max gasped for air.

“Shameless. Always trying to fight back, always trying to be trouble.”

Max didn’t realize her pants were off until she felt the sting on her ass. Her shrill cry only brought forth another unconstrained spank.  

“When will you realize you can’t win, 452?”  Renfro asked. She abused the soft flesh, hitting and tearing and squeezing, until Max’s throat burned from yelling. “No matter where you go, you’ll forever belong here, right at home.”

Max panted and sobbed. Her sweat made a puddle on the desk. Renfro’s monotone words rang true in her head. She barely fit in the real world. It was simply not made to be her home. She was manufactured to wage war against it until a bullet made her a flowerless corpse. Only then would it be her home: an unmarked spot in the earth.

Max sniffled. Here was her home in Renfro’s office, where they kissed and bit each other until they felt alive for once. This was forever unless she took a stand.

“Doesn’t mean I won’t try,” she whispered.

Her scream betrayed her promises once Renfro entered her. Four fingers swiftly moved into her, not giving her time to accommodate them. Renfro spared no mercy at all. She had Max crying and arching with just the curl of her wrist. She owned this girl, like she did so many others.

While her right was stone heavy on the transgenic’s back, her other hand was wet and working, drenched in Max and Max only. Max’s quivering pussy was as tight as the rest of her. It was so easy to enjoy breaking her. She got to feel the delicious wetness of her cunt; watch the struggle of her wide hips as they thrashed and fought; hear every raw scream echo knowing they would never haunt her.

“You maniac, fuck, I need-” Max was in heaven while being in hell simultaneously. Renfro knew how to do it perfectly, curving her fingertips right where she liked it and dragging her digits along her walls. “Harder. Almost there.”

“Bet you are,” Renfro hummed along her neck. She eyed the barcode, barely hidden through the mass of black hair - the thing that made her Manticore. Renfro watched it glisten with sweat, watched it distort as Max threw her head back.

But even she didn’t anticipate her teeth sinking into it.

That was when Max screamed. Renfro’s lips caressed her skin as if to comfort her, yet nothing could take away the pain spreading through her skin. Max was sure it wasn’t supposed to feel good either. She tried to tell herself it must be the fingers flicking at her clit or the steady thrusting, but Renfro bit harder and she began to beg again - something she swore to never do. 

Max reeled as she saw white. Her shaking body sent mixed signals, moving away unsuccessfully from Renfro’s touch while whining something like please don’t stop, I’ll be so good just please don’t stop.

And Renfro, for the first time, listened to her. She kissed and touched Max like it was a different setting where the younger girl was just a curious explorer and she helped her out. She gave it to her as hard as she wanted and didn’t want it to be. She lightened her nibble on the seared flesh and breathed her scent in, eyes closed. Max always smelled like petrichor, like she’d been in a storm without a raincoat, and it fit with how she covered her hand with her blissful rain. She liked that. It could’ve been like that.

She ultimately decided she didn’t want it to be. She liked how Max was now. Poor, tiny, vengeful Max pinned under her and submitting to how good she made her feel. Max whose sweat and blood she could taste on the tip of her tongue. Max who whimpered powerlessly when she kept fingering her, whose walls spasmed and shivered as she beckoned out the fight left in her. 

Max who shivered when she said “good girl” and kissed on those pillow lips.

The symptoms didn’t take long before leaving. The horror quickly kicked in. She felt the imprint of Renfro’s teeth on her neck with shaking fingers. She didn’t have to reach down to confirm the mess she made. 

She whipped around, ready to destroy Renfro like she had destroyed her. But it was too late. She realized every strength she nurtured would fail her when it came to hesitation. She was still human after all. Max Guevara would still die if Renfro chose to use the gun pressed hard into her forehead.

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

All The Things He Said - Part 9

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Part 8 / Part 10

Title: The Devil Called Me A Liar

Chapter summary: After almost dying (again) from the hands of Manticore's deadliest killer, Cordell and Alec can only do one thing. Wait. Wait for help to arrive and wait for wounds to heal. Alone in a cold but safe place in the middle of nowhere, they wait together. Unfortunately, their respite doesn't last long...

Crossover with: Walker / Supernatural / Dark Angel

Pairing: Sam/Cordell/Duke x Alec Mcdowell / past Sam x Dean (flashbacks/mentions included)

Chapter warning: smut, unprotected sex, p in a, angst, seizure, major character death

Word Count: 4465

A/n: So I finally decided to post the remaining chapters! I'll try to post the last chapters every 2 days!

This story is also on AO3!

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“I know this is not the best, but it’s safe. I guess it’s not something you guys do, hide and wait, but that’s what we need. Time.”

Pacing back and forth, Alec had his head up, turned to the right and then the left, green eyes looking everywhere. Like he didn’t have enough of what surrounded him and needed to see more and take pictures with his retinas to be sure to not miss a single detail. It was probably part of his training, memorizing the place he had to stay in before doing anything else. Finding any possible threats.

A good little soldier, Cordell thought. But as the thought passed his mind, Alec spoke and what he said surprised him.

“It’s nice here.”

After almost dying to X5-452, also known as Max, Cordell decided it was time to fight back. Before they got stuck in a corner surrounded by trained soldiers again, they had to land the first punch. But not now. Last time, they both almost died, it had to be planned and done correctly.

Before anything, they needed time. Time to heal, time to rest, and especially, time to gather his friends. One call to Garth and the hunter found them a safe cabin in the middle of nowhere in the forest. The cabinets were full of canned food, but unfortunately there was no electricity or hot water. No water at all, actually. But there was a lake not far from the house where they could bathe, and water bottles inside.

It was the closest safe place he could find them.

It was only temporary too, the time Garth could contact the others. Because with what Alec told Cordell, they would need as much help as possible. Cordell hated to involve his friends in his problem, but…

He couldn’t do it alone. They couldn’t do it alone. Why Alec looked so much like Dean would be hard to explain to a bunch of trained hunters, sure, but they would believe Cordell.

No, they would believe Sam.

“It’s not much,” Cordell brushed it off, limping towards the couch. Now that they were in a safe place, the adrenaline that used to course through his veins was gone and the pain of his injuries finally appeared. “But it’s safe.”

“Let me help-”

He felt the hands before the words hit his ears. But it didn’t matter, because his reaction was the same. “Don’t touch me.”

Rough and low, it was a warning. Cordell pushed back Alec’s hands and sat down by himself on the couch, sighing as it felt better now. Being electrocuted left a deep pain inside of him, accompanied with a strong, overpowering fatigue. Added to that, walking miles in the forest while it rained to reach the cabin…They were both drenched and exhausted.

Cordell glanced at Alec who was still standing in the middle of the room. The rain washed away the blood, and now he could see his injuries were mostly gone. There was still a bit of swelling where the bruises were supposed to be, but that was only that.

A memory tried to force itself into Cordell’s brain. He saw Dean, standing in front of his bed in another shady motel room, watching over Sam. His brother had more injuries than him, but still, Dean took care of him first. Always.

“At least, take a towel,” Alec said, a dry cloth in his hands. Cordell took it without saying anything and put it on his head to ruffle his hair. “Your clothes are drenched, I’m gonna go and look for something so you can change.”

The atmosphere was unpleasant. Awkward. They had to stick together, yeah. For survival. But there was more than that. The painful need to touch him, to feel his skin against his, his warmth, make sure he was really there… That he was still the Alec he fell in love with, it was poignant. Like his heart was being squashed in his chest.

Cordell wanted to stay mad at Alec. After all, he lied. He was supposed to kill him.

But… Cordell did the exact same thing.

The cabin was quite small. It shouldn’t take so much time for Alec to come back with clothes if he found some. A bit worried, Cordell didn’t hesitate and got on his feet. His legs were still weak and shaking as he took some steps towards the bedroom, the only other room besides the bathroom. It was how it was built, the living room took the same space as the kitchen. Then, a small hallway with two doors on each side, one being the bathroom and the other, the only bedroom. Cordell walked to the one Alec was probably in for the clothes. The door was ajar, so he pushed it open more, enough to see.

It was small. The bed was small, the room was small, and the person currently in it was small. A pinch to the heart, Cordell felt himself unable to move. What he was witnessing, he shouldn’t be watching it. It was private. It was a moment Alec needed, alone. And yet, even if he was frozen in front of the scene, Cordell had only one thing in mind… One thing he wanted to do so bad it hurt.

He wanted to walk in that room, sit down on the floor next to Alec, and let him cry against his chest.

But instead, Cordell stepped back slightly and put the door the way it was. Then, he walked back to the couch, sat down in the same position he was in, the towel around his shoulders, and waited for Alec to come back.

With everything he went through, seeing his former friend now enemy… It had to be hard for Alec. If what he said was true, and he had no doubt it was, Alec was close to Max before Manticore brainwashed her into a killer. He lost her friend. Watched her kill his friends, his family, one after the other. Got dragged back to Manticore, suffered the same thing as her, got tortured…

And now that he was out of the brainwash, he was being pursued again. The only thing that helped him go through all of that shit was him. Cordell. Sam.

Him.

Seeing Alec cry, sitting on the floor, his knees close to his body, it hurt. But it was to hear the suppressed sobs, almost feeling them himself, stuck, trying too hard to break free, shaking… It was too much. Sam could never support seeing his brother cry. Dean didn’t like others to see the tears he would shed, that was how they were raised by their fathers. But he was human, he still cried.

In all his life, Sam heard Dean sob maybe two times, one of them being when he confessed what he did in hell. It was painful to listen and watch the person he loved suffering…

Hearing Alec sob, cry, wail his inner pain, it broke Cordell. He wished he could take that pain away. Make things go better. Help him feel better. Alec could maybe heal his own physical injuries, it was harder to heal the soul. It was even harder to do it alone.

“Here,” a voice said suddenly, making Cordell jump. Lifting his head, he met Alec’s face. There was no trace of what he saw earlier, no tears on his cheeks, no red eyes, no sadness. It was in his veins, he knew how to hide his emotions well. The only time Cordell saw through that thick shell of the soldier he was, it was when he showed up unannounced at Alec’s place. And even then, it took Alec one quick shower to erase any trace of sadness and anger.

Cordell took the clothes Alec offered and also noticed he had changed. Alec was now wearing an oversize t-shirt and joggings that he had attached tightly around his waist to not lose them.

“I wonder who lived here before,” Cordell avoided the subject of what he saw in the room, looking at the clothes instead. “Garth is tiny, those can’t be his.”

He tried it too, to fake emotions in order to avoid talking about stuff he didn’t want to talk about. Cordell forced his lips up to smile, showing Alec he had no idea what took him so long in the room. 

Cordell glanced at Alec to see if it worked. The shadow of a smirk appeared on his face. “An elephant, clearly. Are you hungry?”

-

The after taste of the canned soup stayed on his tongue for hours after they ate. But that wasn’t the worst, no.

It was the silence.

Once the task of eating something was done, there was nothing else to do. Quickly, the night filled the sky again, it’d been a whole day already since they escaped Max. And since there was no electricity, all they could use to light up the cabin were the couple of candles found in the kitchen.

Besides, the dark wasn’t the problem. It was rather the cold. Biting inside of his body, it felt like his insides were shaking. The cold was everywhere but it seemed to be stronger inside of him. Teeth clattering, Cordell tried to make himself silent in the living room, but he guessed Alec had super hearing with everything else Manticore gave him. Because it didn’t take much time before a shadow hovered above Cordell.

“I know you said I could keep the bedroom, but I can’t sleep with your teeth clashing together like that,” Alec said. He had one candle in his hand that was glowing some warmth in front of him.

“Well, f-fuck you,” Cordell answered, clutching the blanket closer to him.

Alec didn’t seem to take the insult personally, he even brushed it off as he got closer to Cordell, right in his personal space. And this time, when his hand touched Cordell, he let the gesture go without interrupting it. A warm hand settled on his forehead.

“You’re not burning, so no fever, that’s good,” Alec commented. It was too dark to see his face, but only his voice was enough for him to know he was sincerely concerned for his health.

“Awesome,” Cordell muttered, trying to hide how it made him feel. “Now you can go away.”

Closing his eyes, the hunter tried to find sleep again, maybe he could warm up during the night once he fell asleep. But movements alerted him and he half sat up on the couch to look around.

The candle was now on the small coffee table in front of the couch, the flame so small, it did nothing. And with him on the couch…

“You’re so stubborn,” Alec said, and without seeing him, Cordell knew he was rolling his eyes. Sitting down near his torso, Alec was trying to lay down in front of him.

“And I don’t want you here, fuck off!” Cordell tried to push the man away, but it was useless. Alec was stronger. All Cordell managed to do was grab the shirt and caused Alec’s scent to reach him.

Dean’s perfume was almost completely gone. Cordell could finally know what Alec's own smell was. And he preferred to have never known, cause now, he wanted more. 

“If you want me to leave, you better be more persuasive, cause that is weak.” Alec took a pause in his words. “Listen. I have an accelerated metabolism, I can’t catch colds and my body heat is higher than normal. I only want to help you, I swear.”

The frustration only grew in Cordell. Because like always, Alec was right. Cordell didn’t want him to leave, he wanted to bring him closer, not push him away. He wanted his heat all for himself. He wanted to rip those oversize clothes from his body and be skin to skin with him.

And to resist in the dark was even harder. Since he couldn’t see, Cordell could only hear and feel… And the barrier between Alec and Dean was even slimmer now that fatigue was in the mixt.

Sam could never say no to Dean. Even if the word left his mouth, it would always mean the same thing. Yes. Yes to everything. So despite his mouth saying to fuck off, despite his hands trying to push him away, Alec layed down in front of Cordell on his side. In that position, Cordell was the big spoon and Alec’s heat warmed up the front of his body.

It felt right to be like that. With Alec in his arms. If felt right, like it was meant to be. It felt comfortable, but also painful. In the endless nights of chaos, Sam used to hold Dean in the same way. When they were in that bed together, the Winchester felt alone in the whole world. It was safe. They didn’t have to worry about the world when they were in each other’s arms during the night.

It was the same with Alec. It felt safe, warm, everything that Sam ever wanted to feel again since he lost Dean. Peace. But the peace was disturbed by so many other things running through his head, so many questions, fears and insecurities. Feelings were a tornado in his mind.

He loved him. But was it really love? Or was it his grief? Did he love him because he was him, or because he reminded him of a ghost of the past?

What was real between them? There were only lies. Liars. Cordell was a liar. Sam was a liar. The devil said it himself.

Liar.

They both lied. But they both felt it. There was something pure, twisted, painful between the two of them. 

It was running and running and running through his head endlessly as Cordell slowly warmed up with Alec’s body heat. In front of them, the candle had died, bringing complete darkness in the room. And after a while, Cordell found his arms around Alec, holding him close.

His hold tightened. Impossibly closer. And when it was too much, Cordell pressed him even closer. 

But he needed more, so he removed Alec’s shirt. But that still wasn't enough. Cordell removed his own shirt. The feeling of Alec’s back against his torso was good, burning strong, almost painfully. Like an extinct candle that would be lit up again, he felt the warmth bloom inside of him.

But it wasn’t enough. Like he read his mind, Alec removed his pants on his own. No words were exchanged as Cordell did the same to end up completely naked behind Alec. Skin on skin, they were now sweating and breathing fast, but still, none of them were talking.

It was almost as if both of them waited for the other’s approval before doing anything. Both wanted it, but both were afraid of doing it. It wasn’t the first time they did things like this, but it felt like it. Because now, they knew each other, they knew the truth. No more fooling around. 

It was real. No more lies, no more masks, no more hidden identity.

It was Alec that did the first move. His skin was burning as he took Cordell’s hand, guiding it down until it was on his thigh. There, he left it, leaving the choice to Cordell. He could stop everything now, and tomorrow would resume as if nothing happened.

Or he could continue.

It hurt to do it. But it hurt even more to do nothing.

The grip on Alec’s tight got stronger, enough to leave bruises. It was okay.

-

If, when they arrived at the cabin, Alec would have told him they would be burning hot at the end of the day, Cordell wouldn’t have believed him.

And yet, burning hot was weak to describe how they were both feeling.

Pounding slowly inside of him, Cordell had a steady rhythm. But it wasn’t about speed or strength this time, it was about all the things they said but never listened. All the things they showed but never saw. All the things that were left behind, all the hidden feelings, everything.

Both arms were circling the smaller frame, holding him close to him. They were in the same position as when they laid down, but now, Cordell was deep inside of Alec, fucking him from behind slowly. It felt good, like they were doing it for the first time, discovering the other’s body, the other’s voice, the two of them alone in the middle of nowhere. It was intimate. Passionate.

Painful.

“Hmm!” Alec was moaning more and more now, he didn’t feel the need to hold back or fake it, it was true, and it was unique. It was his own moans, not something he would copy for his mission. It was his own pleasure he showed with no barriers. He wanted Cordell to know how much it felt good, how much he wanted this, how, all day, he held himself back from touching him and how hard it had been. 

How scared he was of losing him.

“Fuck…” Cordell was cursing, groaning, panting. His body felt hot, it was so good to be in Alec again, connected so intimately to him. They were so close to each other, he was scared of losing him and didn’t want to hide it anymore. He loved Alec. For all the good and the bad reasons, he was in love with him. Even after the lies and with the danger lurking ahead, he loved him so much, he never wanted to be separated from him… Ever again.

They made love that night, exactly like the night after the carnival date. It was just even more real right now. They could die at any moment.

But there was more.

It was real because now, there were no more lies. Completely vulnerable to the other, naked, body and soul.

“I love you so much,” Cordell couldn't hold it back. The feelings were too strong in his body, and without even noticing, his movements got faster. “So.. So much…”

“I… Love you too…” The answer came immediately, and in the darkness of the room, Cordell could see Alec’s head turned back slightly like he was trying to see him.

He meant it. It was real.

Joy and love overflowed in Cordell’s body as he suddenly pulled out of Alec. The soldier let himself be manipulated and ended up under the ranger, on his back, and with no time to catch his breath, Cordell was inside of him again in that position. 

“Say it again,” Cordell asked, moving at a quick pace. He could barely see in the darkness, but he wanted to do it face to face. He wanted to see and hear him say it as he made love to him.

“I love you,” Alec placed his hands on Cordell’s cheeks, inciting him to lower his face to him. When he was close enough, Alec pressed his lips to his and kissed him with a devouring passion. His arms circled Cordell’s neck as they kept kissing, and it didn’t take long for Cordell to climax, long moans of pleasure drowned against Alec’s lips. Once Cordell came, Alec broke the kiss to look at him again. “Say it again…”

Cordell didn’t hesitate. “I love you.”

Only hearing him say it sent a strong wave of arousal and love in Alec, and with the friction of their body, Alec reached his climax next. “God… Fuck,” Alec moaned, a big smile on his face. “I never felt that good in a long while… And not just because of the sex,” he hastened to add.

“I know, I feel the same.” A small pause in which Cordell hid his face against Alec’s neck, both of them hugging in silence. “It’s wrong. But at the same time, I can’t help but feel good. So, it has to be right somewhere, right?”

His voice was muffled against Alec’s neck, but he heard him all the same.

“It doesn’t have to be wrong for us.”

To that, Cordell could only nod.

-

The next day, they decided to go bath in the lake. It was warmer than the day before, but the water was freezing. Perfect way of waking up completely after a night more than perfect.

Cordell was scared things wouldn’t be the same when he woke up the next day. And he was right, nothing was the same, but it was for the best. They confessed their feelings, they loved each other. And that was all that mattered.

Cordell was finally done drying his hair and entered the cabin, the towel around his shoulders. “I’m quite hungry, I would kill for a good coffee, but I guess canned soup would do again today, right?”

Silence answered him. The cabin was small and Alec had super hearing, so there was no reason he didn’t hear him and didn’t answer. 

“Alec?”

Worry filled Cordell immediately, the hunter and ranger instincts fighting each other inside of him. And when he didn’t find Alec in the kitchen, worry turned into fear.

“Alec!!”

Running, he made his way to the bedroom. Empty. Panic got stronger. The worse case scenario made his head spin as he burst into the bathroom.

And right there, his heart dropped.

“Alec!” 

Cordell rushed to the tub where Alec was. Sitting down, he had his knees to his chest and was shaking uncontrollably. Sweat was running down his face and his eyes looked feverish when he glanced towards him.

“That’s not how I wanted you to discover this…”

“What the fuck is happening! I thought you couldn’t get sick!” Cordell placed a hand on Alec’s forehead, only to remove it immediately. “You’re burning! You need to go to the hospital, fuck Manticore!”

A hand grabbed Cordell’s wrists, stopping him immediately. “No, listen, Cordell,” Alec managed to say. The tremors were so bad and he looked in so much pain, panic turned into tears. Angry at his body to react that way right now, Cordell dried his eyes quickly. “It’s nothing, just… When they built us, the X5, they forgot something… Serotonin, we lack serotonin… Tryptophan can help…” the smile he forced on his face was so fake it hurt like a thousand knives in Cordell’s heart. “Guess we’re not perfect, heh?”

“Okay then I’ll go to the pharmacy for it!” Cordell was about to leave, but the grip on his wrist got stronger, preventing him from moving. “Let me go!”

“No, we can’t l-l-leave, it’s dangerous,” Alec insisted. “It’ll pass, it’s just a b-bad one… I p-promise.”

Cordell wanted to believe him. Wanted to believe it would pass, that he would feel better soon and get back to the cocky, arrogant Alec he loved. He wanted to believe it so bad.

But he wouldn’t get better without that tryptophan. Because last night, Alec wasn’t crying.

He was having a seizure just like this one and it was so bad he couldn’t hold back the whimper of pain.

His head was spinning so bad. Nausea filled his chest with an uncomfortable pain, it pressed and stabbed and burned. Everything was falling apart, he couldn’t think straight, and on the spot, Cordell didn’t know what tryptophan was. All he knew and all that mattered was the fact that it would only get worse until Alec had it.

That was Cordell’s mistake. His emotions got the upper hand, he let himself be controlled by them and forgot about important things. Like the fact he heard the name tryptophan, saw it somewhere before. He even had some on him, from Alec’s apartment.

“Okay,” Cordell nodded. “Let me just get you a glass of water, at least…”

Alec gazed deeply in Cordell’s eyes, looking for any lies that would be there. When he saw none, he let go of his wrist and watched him get up. “Come back quick, p-please,” he muttered as he left the bathroom.

Alec should have known. He couldn’t see it, because now, Cordell was a master at hiding his emotions and lying. But he should have known that after the night they spent together, he would not let him suffer, let alone die.

Alec heard his steps getting too far away, thanks to his super hearing. Panic seized him when he understood Cordell was leaving the cabin, and adrenaline did the rest, he managed to get out of the tub on shaky legs and walked to the outside.

The cabin was small, only a couple of steps were necessary before he was at the door. It was so small, his ears could capture the sounds of the outside and the voices talking. His brain just couldn’t assimilate what was going on, or why his body seemed to be walking under water. His limbs were so heavy, shaking, painful, the door seemed so far away, but finally, Alec reached it. 

The door was wide open.

And finally, his eyes caught up with his hearing.

A strong explosion blew off right in front of him, making him lose balance and fall on the floor. A wall of heat filled his sight in orange, and through the flames and the chaos, he could see him.

Motionless on the ground, he was now only a dark spot in the bright light that was growing as the fire ate the trees and the grass. 

“CORDELL!”

Cordell didn’t answer. Because Cordell was that burnt body laying down on the ground. The corpse of Alec’s bike was right next to him, the metal bent under the heat of the fire. 

There was no way he survived that.

But Alec didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t lose Cordell. He couldn’t. It was just a bad dream, he would wake up in his arms, and they would go in the lake again, and his seizures would stop quickly. And then, his friends would arrive and help them beat Manticore.

Alec started crawling towards him, towards the fire, and he didn’t care about getting burnt. He had to get to him, save him, even if there was nothing to save. Maybe seeing Cordell would wake him up?

But it wasn’t a dream.

In the middle of the blaze, walking through the flames unburnt, there was someone heading his way. Alec knew who it was, of course, it could only be her. She probably found them immediately, but waited for the right moment to be sure to hurt him. Waited, observed, and put that bomb in Alec’s bike… Activating the device only when Alec would be watching.

And it worked. Because when Max lifted Alec to get him back to Manticore, he didn’t even move or try to fight. 

He was dragged past Cordell’s corpse, his eyes not leaving him until he was out of sight.

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[ripjulie-gone]

v. DARK ANGEL ( created with @favoritesoldier / @guiltye )

File  name  :  classified   subject  :  x5  -  499   barcode  :  335483617499   status  :  unknown.

 x5  -  499  was  not  a  part  of  the  2009  escape  as  she  was  kept  with  x5  -  494. Mostly,  499  was  kept  by  herself. She  was  the  pet  project  of  elizabeth  renfro,  so  her  escaping  at  all  would  have  been  nearly  impossible.      ran  through  the  usual  battery  of  training  as  the  other  x5s,  499  was  also  trained  in  espionage. she  wasn't  as  large  or  as  physically  imposing  as  the  others  in  the  unit,  but  she  had  her  own  unique  set  of  skills. She  was  used  to  get  secrets  from  important  people  at  all  costs. at  any  cost.      she  was  one  of  the  ten  beta  soldiers  manufactured  to  use  flirting  as  a  primary  weapon.      like  all  transgenics,  499's  genetics  were  spliced  with  feline  dna.       her  escape  came  in  2020  along  with  494. They  were  not  in  the  same  unit  as  452  or  even  493. Once  they  were  free,  499  went  in  search  of  485  despite  the  fact  that  she  was  created  as  494's  counterpart. she  knew  that  she  wouldn't  even  be  free  of  him  in  the  end. they  were  drawn  together. for  better  or  for  worse.     TIDBITS:  

alec  gave  her  the  name  "julie"  not  long  after  max  gave  him  his.

 even  though  she  isn't  as  intimidating  as  some  of  the  other  x5's,  it  doesn't  mean  she's  any  less  dangerous. she  can  use  her  smaller  size  to  her  advantage. 

     ABILITIES:      

like  all  of  the  x5  series,  499  has  enhanced  speed,  strength,  senses,  reflexes,  stamina,  and  agility. she  also  has  instantaneous  healing  as  well  as  an  enhanced  immune  system  and  metabolism. amongst  other  things.

she  also  has  a  pheromone  that  could  draw  people  to  her  and  want  to  tell  her  anything  she  wanted  to  know.       THEY  WERE  ENGINEERED  TO  BE  GENETICALLY  PERFECT.    

perfect  in  every  way,  except  the  one  weakness. their  low  supply  of  serotonin. and  she  was  susceptible  to  going  into  heat  two  or  three  times  a  year  thanks  to  the  feline  dna  they  were  spliced  with.  

[superloveformydog-blog]

Dark Angel - Pollo loco 01/17

[noybusiness]

And for two of those years, Buffy, Charmed and Dark Angel were all on TV at the same time, so that’s three feminist fantasy shows.

Coincidentally, Buffy died (for the moment) in the Buffy Season 5 finale at the same time that Prue died in the Charmed Season 3 finale and Max nearly died (if not for receiving Zack’s heart) in the Dark Angel Season 1 finale.

I can’t believe there was like a 6 year period where Charmed and Buffy were on TV at the same time like what an absolute power move of the cable companies

[detective-jane-rizzoli]

[noybusiness]

Observation

If I had a nickel for every time in a show whose name starts with the word “Dark” a genetically engineered woman with enhanced abilities and a kickass attitude who freed herself from a secret lab hooked up with an idealistic heir of a million-dollar company whose last name is the name of a plant… I’d have two nickels. But it’s still weird that it happened twice.

[noybusiness]

 “You have access to a gun, thus it’s stupid to not use one out of a sense of… idk”

Because she’s still traumatized by watching Lydecker shoot her sister Eva with a gun during the escape.

@typicalopposite @scripted-downfall

Dark Angel Reaction: Hit a Sista Back

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

Oooop 🙂

[Immediate OMax content]  Yus

Bruh Cindy 😂😂😂 tell her what you really think  [oof fair]  I’d hate for her to see me  [Ma’am, don’t even start; guarantee your skin looks better than mine]  Hah! HAHAHA! No

[Zach be back ‘sigh’]  😂😂😂😂😂

“Something like that” WHY NOT JUST TELL HER WHAT’S GOING ON?? SHE KNOWS?!  [Because Max has to be bitchy and mysterious or she ain’t Max]

Oh nooooo 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[Max, don’t fuck up her life please]  I mean she’s not in the wrong to bring it up tho.  But also 🥺🥺🥺  [I feel like there’s a difference between “you’re in danger; you don’t know me but the people who took your wife are dangerous” and “your wife/the mother of your child is not who you think she is and you’re all gonna die”]  True

Oh boy… Kid’s gifted!  Dads like ooop

Noooooo Lintlicker gonna want him! 😤  ‘sigh’ I say nothing

[Oh, look.  Lintlicker.]  DAMN IT ALL WHY THEY GOTTA KEEP BRINGING KIDS INTO IT 😂😂😂😭😭😭😭

Ugh the dreaded oooOoOooOo!  It’s almost worse that the spinning baby  [skdlafjlaksjdf wait til you hear the voiceover]

Oh boy.  “Since I be broke now”  Logan’s gonna be regretting coming out with the info

[Oh, no, not the hiding-things storyline]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

[“[Tinga]’d do the same for me” bitch, no she wouldn’t?  You tried this.  Multiple times.  She was like, yah, no, I’ma dip]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ 😂😂😂 “one of them would surely do the same for me… I’mma keep trying til I get the right one”  [YEAH.  BUT IT’S ALEC.  AND SHE GIVES LESS THAN TWO SHITS ABOUT HIM]  ☠️☠️☠️ his not a sibling maam! It doesn’t count!😤😤😤  [You right, you right.  Sorry, I forgot we just meant siblings and not generic discussions of Manticore folks]  😂😂😂😂😂😂

Oh, so Tings has told them, just a different way  [:)]

Lie!  No kid falls asleep that easy!  [He’s gifted thus falls asleep quickly]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

[“These guys never learn” Max, ma’am, nor do you]  Ooop

[“I don’t do guns” MA’AM.]  Lol  [Isn’t this the same logic she used against Logan?]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  [“You have access to money, thus it’s stupid to give it up out of a sense of justice/nobility”  “You have access to a gun, thus it’s stupid to not use one out of a sense of… idk”  Same argument, so why ain’t she listening to her own strategy???]

[Things were not safer this way]

Max is so emotionless I swear to god [I know!  And we know for a fact that’s not a Manticore thing because Ben, Tinga, Alec… they have emotion.  Too much emotion, technically.  It’s just a Max (and kinda Zach but kinda not) thing]

Ack I hate herrrrrr  [Renfro?  She pisses me off so much]

[Tinga is.  Very pretty.  Just saying]

Oooop mama bear!  And dad’s an idiot I see  [alsfkjaldkfjlakdfj]  Like the red flags that should have already been going off…

And you get your head shaved and a tattoo and meticulous training  [“can my mommy be there” as;lkdfj;alkdfj;lkj Yes, actually, that’s his whole plan]

[I’m starting to think JamPony won’t be in this much :(]  Oh noooo 💔💔💔

[Max, you’ve been there, but only ‘cause you’re not clear about stuff.  OC woulda rolled with it and you know it.  Kendra… less clear, but still.]  Well tbf she did straight up tell them both once and they laughed  [She didn’t really try, ma’am.  If I wanted you to believe a story, even if you initially laughed, I could make you believe at least that I believed it]  Well she didn’t try to explain but she flat out told them ☠️  [Yeah, but that’s what I mean by her a) not being clear and b) not really trying.  She’s trying to get cred for not having been able to tell people because they’d not understand, but she literally never gave them the opportunity to.]

Tf!  [Not sure that’s how physics works]  The anxiety that gave me and it didn’t even show it  [That was a very springy rope for tightrope walking, I feel]  ☠️☠️☠️

Ma’am! Give them a — ok fair kinda but Hmph

[This poor dude tho getting sucked into it all]  I know

– – – 

Jezebel: Soooo! I have a feeling somethings gonna go bad! And either husband is gonna die or Tinga is gonna die!  Mainly cause I highly doubt kid is gonna die

Wench: All this death!

Jezebel: So much!

Wench: I don’t fully remember how this shakes out — I know some, not the rest — so: You do know that them going back to Manticore is an option.  We’re nearing the finale.  It’s possible that they’re trying to rescue the kid

Jezebel: Yeahhhhh but idk! Unless they get the kid and he goes back! But they would never let that happen so again. Deth.  When’s the last episode? Next one?

Wench: No, two left in the season

Jezebel: Ooooh!

Wench: But I think the last two are together?  Iirc?  idk for sure

Jezebel: Well, I’m trying to think of more past that, but this has been a very one-themed episode

Wench: No JamPony :(

Jezebel: I know… Is sad.  But I’m done!

– – – 

[Did.  Did she say “objective: offspring” alskjdflaksjdf]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Oh lord, big bro.  Well.  Big “bro.”  Hubby better watch him

At least their not real or half- ooop 🙂

“They made me young again.”  Enough to make any woman switch sides  [“they brainwashed you.”  Max, why are you surprised by this?]

Ooop!  Max actually losing!  [btw.  Max winning any fight against a Manticore transgenic is so stupid.  This woman has been out of the game for ages.]  ☠️☠️☠️  [She beats Ben; okay, yeah, that makes sense becuase they’ve both been out for ages.  She doesn’t beat Tinga: MAKES SENSE.  She beats a number of other “true blue” Manticore soldiers: WHAT?!  She should have some degree of advantage from knowing street fight moves but otherwise she should Very Much Not Win]

“He’ll get over it….” Um he might not  [Some people actually value interpersonal trust.  And don’t lie to their S.O.s]  Exactly

I meannnnnnn Zach’s not wrong, but also they would need the protection too  [Agreed]

“And then her prince peaced out cause she’s a liar” ☠️  [asldkfj]

💔💔💔

“No, we’re not “not like that” because she’s a transgenic; it’s because we are emotionally constipated please leave it alone” ☠️😂  [askldjflaksdjflkjadsf This kind of thing kinda annoys me though.  Like… I get being pissed that someone lied to you.  And I get that things might need to adjust.  But.  person is the same?]  Exactly

Oh shit  [Ruh roh]  Well shit

[Zach is a dick btw]  *simultaneously* Aight that was out of line Zach.  Agreed until then

Damn  [Yep.]

Don’t like Lintlicker anymore.  At all  [This virus is called foreshadowing (I’m not telling you of what, but it concerns Max.  And Logan.)]

BRUH SHES NOT A BREEDING MACHINE  [You haven’t seen s2 Dark Angel yet and it shows]

I’m so mad sweet lord.  They fucked with the kid.  They really fucked with the kid! 😤  [I didn’t remember this, for what it’s worth]

Good!  Fuck off, zach

Nooooo!  Watch the blonde lady want the kid so she kills Tinga!  [I confirm nothing]  Cause blonde lady has the murder drone

I hate himmmmmmm.  Lintlicker- hmph.  I don’t how much of a change he makes

Hmph, his fucking shit eating grin

Oooop look at that you have been double-crossed, asshole!

Oooop look at that! Zach is back... asshole

She’s not one of them; she’s one of THEM!  LE GASP

[Guess 656 is Tinga]  

I’m confused… Is Brynn dead, or just knocked out?  [Knocked out]

Ewww sibling hug  [...]  Pssssh I know it means more than that.  To him at least

Breeeeeeding machine 😦

💔💔💔💔  [“I get why she didn’t tell me.  If she had, I would’ve gone the other way.”  Yeah, dumbass, that’s why she didn’t tell you.  Congrats: you’ve leveled up your empathy stat]

[Max, haven’t you learned about making promises?]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

I’ma be honest; I’m not sure the King is the one they should be worried about… I’d be concerned about the Queen

– – – 

Jezebel: I feel so bad for Tinga omg!  That fucking suckssss

Wench: Yuppppp.  And I can’t say it gets better!  You get no spoilers beyond that but ye

Jezebel: 😭😭😭😭��� Honestly, though, this one was kinda boring.  I guess setting up for the two-part finale. So I don’t have much to say past what was said

Wench: I don’t know for sure it’s two parts btw.  But I think it is because I’m pretty sure they’re both centered around helping Tinga

Jezebel: “Helping” tinga

Wench: Aight… next episode(s) sometime soon, then?

Jezebel: YES

[latrodectal]

you’re serving cunt? there’s a covert military operation looking for you while you try to get your boyfriend’s witness’s daughter away from the drug peddlers who kidnapped her and you’re serving cunt?

[andreycoded]

MAX GUEVARA in DARK ANGEL 1.01 Pilot ↪ favourite moments/quotes

[oveliagirlhaditright]

Even though I don't think the virus on Dark Angel was planned in advance. At all.

Someone should do a gifset (if they want, I mean. Perhaps I can even do something like this when I get well, but it would be pictures instead of gifs, because I can't gif) about how I feel they essentially got lucky, and you could look back at some past things and almost trick yourself into believing that maybe they'd had some idea about it before writing it in season two. Almost.

Like, some ideas for this being Max's conversation with Original Cindy in "Meow" about how she's "poison." And that the best thing she could do is get out of Logan's life before she gets him killed.

And then that could easily be paired with Renfro telling Max in "Designate This" that she is poison (IIRC). And that it's her fault that a number of her siblings have gotten killed. And next on the list is Eyes Only.

But there's also the scene where Tinga's son, Case, has been given some sort of illness after he ate those lollipops that Lydecker gave him, that led to him getting a temporary barcode on the back of his neck with the number there being a phone number... Which they then called, and Lydecker said he'd only give them the cure for Case if Tinga traded herself for her son (which Tinga of course planned to do). Zack then talks about how Tinga made herself vulnerable when she let people in, essentially, and he then tells Max not to make the same mistake, as he looks between her and Logan (as he already knows how close the two of them are; and that she was willing to sacrifice her freedom for him once before). But you could argue this was foreshadowing the virus. Some of the stuff with Case is, arguably, similar to it. And then Zack tells Max not to make the same mistake when it comes to Logan, who is the one affected by the eventual virus.

Another "hint--though this is, perhaps, more of a stretch--is when Logan's legs stop healing from Max's blood transfusions. So, perhaps a clue that there was going to eventually be some sort of plot where their DNA couldn't mix.

But anyway...

[noybusiness]

We did see a catgirl with the same makeup as the one in the dream in the background of Terminal City in the finale.

I actually kind of wish that all of the transgenics Max had dreamed about in the Halloween episode of Dark Angel had been real (except for the one who loses his head). They were pretty cool and better than some of the other ones we had in the season, in my opinion, like that vampire knock-off guy and maybe even Joshua's brother.

And I wanted to see the one guy's life partner he had met so fast after getting out of Manticore, because when true love hit you... well, it hit you, according to him (or whatever the quote was). That was sweet! But alas. It wasn't meant to be, because all of that was just a fantasy in Max's mind.

[loisfreakinglane]

fantasy vs reality