Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel! Only my own twisted fantasy that got me to write this! ;-)

A/N: In this story Max is still a transgenic but the life after Manticore went different for her than in the series. This begins 2018 and plays in Seattle where Max has to move with her family because of some business stuff of her father's. Max might seem a little bit out of character; blame it on the different experiences she's made. About her looks: Max isn't a real brunette anymore, she has more blondish hair now!

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Max's dad looks like Pierce Brosnan and her mum like Nicole Kidman!

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Chapter 1: Introductions

My name is Maxine Parker and now I'm going to tell you about an important point in my life.

I think I'm not exaggerating if I say I'm something special. I was made in a test-tube, I think that says a lot. Human and cat DNA mixed together, add a bit shark DNA and you got me. This little cocktail was put into a surrogate mother and April 28th 2002 I was borne in Gillette, Wyoming, United States of America.

I grew up in a military facility called Manticore where I and the other kids who were made the same way as me were treated like soldiers at the age of three. We learnt how to put a machine pistol together in less than 30 seconds, a dozen of different languages and later on the art of assassination at the age of five.

We, That would be Zack, Zane, Kavi, Tinga, Brin, Eva, Jack, Vada, Jondy, Jace, Syl, Krit, Ben, Seth and I, we were one unit. We were part of a series of genetic experiments called X5, human DNA mixed with animal to create a super human killing machine, genetically enhanced to be perfect.

We weren't supposed to have names, only numbers. I was X5-452, but one day, I think I was three, my siblings and I decided we wanted to have names too so I was named Max.

I was the youngest one, Zack the oldest. He's three years older that me. Now you surely think how we can all be siblings, 25 kids born in only 3 years. Well, we aren't exactly blood related; only Krit and I shared some DNA. But we all were like brothers and sisters to each other. I loved them like they were my own blood and flesh.

In 2009 one of my siblings, Jack, had those seizures we sometimes get because some scientist who created us screwed up. These seizures really suck. There's this strong trembling going all through your body and a searing pain that makes you feel like you're gonna pass out any minute.

The man who was responsible for my unit, Colonel Lydecker, brought jack to the infirmary that night to see what was wrong with him. Because I couldn't sleep, shark DNA, remember, I went to search for him and I still wish I hadn't done that. What I saw was horrible.

Those scientists bin their white clothes spilled with blood cutting Jack open that was still alive while Lydecker watched everything, sipping at a cup of coffee. There was nothing more I wanted to do than kill him at this very moment but I was just too damn scared of him.

I told my siblings what I had seen and slowly but steadily we worked out a plan to escape.

The night from February 12th to February 13th I started to have seizures too and Zack, who was out Commanding officer, decided it was time to make our plan reality when the scientists wanted to drag me into their labs too.

But things didn't go as smoothly as planned. On the corridor we were met by Lydecker and Eva, my oldest sister held a gun in her hand. When Lydecker saw that he shot her right away, without hesitation.

It was a horrible sight how she crumbled down to our feet, Krit and Zane holding my up because my weakened legs didn't want to carry me anymore when she died right there.

Somehow we managed to get away from Lydecker and when we wanted to jump out a window into the snow covered woods of Gillette one of my sisters, Jace, decided to stay at Manticore because she was too scared what would be out in the real world. We had never been anywhere but on the grounds of Manticore so we had no idea what was out there. It hurt to leave her in this hell hole but it was her decision so we left without her.

Zack paired us up in groups of two, Jondy with me but we got separated when I broke into a frozen lake and she had to continue without me to not get caught.

I finally made it out that night too. I spent sometime here and there all over the USA and settled down in Los Angeles about one year after the escape. I hadn't heard of any of my siblings, maybe they were all dead.

In LA I lived with Moody, the head of a gang who called themselves the Chinese Clan. But after a few months in June 2011 Lydecker was about to find me and Moody arranged something for me.

He had contacts all over the country and in late July 2011 a married couple adopted me.

Their names were John and Bridget Parker. They had a big firm with stations all over the country, Parker industries, they were rich and successful people, but unfortunately not able to have children.

When they adopted me I was 9 years old, John 35 and Bridget 28. They treated me like their own child and I grew to love them like real parents.

In the beginning I thought about telling them what, who I really was but I decided not to. They thought I was an ordinary girl and that was all I ever wanted to be.

For the seizures I had to take tryptophan, it made them less bad and shorter. I had already taken those pills when I lived with Moody and John and Bridget thought I had epileptic seizures and I had them under control so they never asked about it because they knew I would feel uncomfortable.

After they had adopted me we moved from LA to San Francisco, not so far away, but far enough to make a new start. I was home schooled for a while but I had wanted to go to a real school since the beginning. Unfortunately that hadn't been possible because my parents didn't have any papers to prove that I went to a school before and they also couldn't prove that I was their daughter so this wish didn't come true. But in June 2012 the Pulse hit and nobody cared about papers anymore. My wish to go to a real school was finally granted and I went to 5th grade.

I was always class best, probably another side effect of the genetically engineering. I could have jumped a year or two but I always took care to not be too good so the teachers and my parents thought I didn't need top do that. I didn't want to attract too much attention.

Believe it or not, I joined the cheerleaders and grew kind of popular on both sides, girls and boys. Okay, you probably got the last part a bit wrong, I meant like boys want to date me and girls want to be my best friend. This really sucks and gets annoying after some time, but I can't change it, unfortunately. Because of that I'm kinda happy about the change in my life that I'm gonna telly you about now:

Today I am 16 years old, it's year 2018, and mum, dad and I are going to move to Seattle because of some business stuff my father's. I will go to 11th grade at a school in Seattle and we are going to have a big house in one of the better sectors of town.

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