Jan 11, 2007 06:11
Name’s Max. Don’t let me hear you call me by anything else. It’s not X5-452 or just plan 452, it’s Max. You’ll do well to remember that. Not that I’ve got problems with those numbers… like hell I don’t. They were given to me by the idiots Manticore. People I can’t stand. There are a few that were part of it that weren’t so bad.
No, Alec, I’m not talking about you.
I was part of twelve that escaped back in ’09. What can I say, we had to get the hell out of there. I’m surprised that it didn’t ruin the lot of us. Oh, wait, Alec thinks we were living in filth and degradation. But it doesn’t matter what he thinks no matter how much his scrawny ass means to me nowadays.
You see I’m a freak… well, transgenic more like it. But everyone else like the Ordinaries or to you other people out there, humans if you will, we’re freaks. All because our genetic coding is better. Why am I even telling you this stuff anyways? Unlike a few of my family members I’m not normally the one to go off half cocked exposing themselves to the general public.
That had been my brother, Ben. But then again the world did break him. You got a problem with that then you take it up with me. Not that it matters with him being dead and all.
Forget it, I’m cutting this short before I pull an Alec. Just remember, it’s Max. Not Maxie, not X5-452 and not just 452. But Max.
Gotta blaze.
Muse: Max Guevara/X5-452
Fandom: Dark Angel
Words: 266
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