Rachel, we're going to have a visitor tomorrow at six.

A dimly lit room… a cage in the center of it and a young transgenic within the cage. Yeah… Alec wasn’t too entirely sure how he’d managed to get himself into this mess. Oh wait, yes he did. He had been protecting his family. That was when he’d been shot. When he’d been taken to the compound and caged like some wild animal. The thought in itself made him give a slight smirk.

“Now this is what I don’t get 494. You’re stuck in a cage and you presume, by your smirk of course, that you have something on us.”

Hazel eyes looked towards Ames White, that smirk only getting bigger. “Actually, White, I do. It’s called loyalty. And this little thing called family. You should look into it.” He was shocked for his efforts but he merely gave a laugh.

Ames canted his head a bit. “You mean her?” He asks nodding towards Rachel and Hope. “Funny… we grabbed her but there’s something making it to where we can’t touch her. Do you happen to know why?”

“Even if I did I wouldn’t tell you.”

A slight few babbles came from little Hope and the familiar went flying back against the rocks. Hey… no one said he had to tell anyone (other than Rachel) that their little girl had started to come into her abilities. Or whatever you wanted to call those.

Quite frankly once they did get out of there he’d be glad if no more of his ‘old acquaintances’ popped up. Especially if they were of the Manticore variety. No, he’d prefer to stick with his new ones. And stick with the people he knew.


Muse: Alec McDowell
Fandom: Dark Angel
Words: 278

Some have it and some don’t. Ordinaries… depending on who they are have it. Well, sort of. Us transgenics… we’ve got all the control in the world. It’s etched into our DNA. Part of how we were made. Only time we don’t have it is when the female transgenics go into heat. The girls go for any guy available to them and the guys… well, they can’t resist the scent that the girls put off.

Not me though. I prefer to stay hidden away. To squash down that primal urge. It’s an urge that would get my ass into trouble feline DNA or not. See, my girl, she’s not a transgenic like myself. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up the bit of control I do have. You see… Rachel means the world to me. Therefore those urges that I get around transgenic females in heat… not happening.

I’ll gladly stay home locked up in a room with just the piano. Or in the piano room playing for Rachel and our little girl Hope. Like I said some have it and some don’t. I’m a man that does.


Muse: Alec McDowell
Fandom: Dark Angel
Words: 190

She was beautiful in all her glory. My job was to take out her father. But I soon found all my time around her. This beautiful blue eyed angel. The moment I saw her playing the piano I knew I was done for. Oh, I didn’t act like it but I just knew. Everything about her intrigued me. From how she played the piano to how she held herself. And then everything went to hell. She ended up in a coma and I thought she was dead. It’s what her father had told me. At the time it had broke my heart. It still breaks my heart to think about it.

But now she’s fine. Has been for some time now and we’re back together. We’ve got our son and daughter. Two wonderful kids. And everything about her is intriguing me again. Her piano playing and just how well she is with the kids. Seeing her around either of them just makes me happy. If only because she’s so damn happy. She’s a wonderful mother. And I don’t see that changing any time soon.


Muse: Alec McDowell
Fandom: Dark Angel
Words: 184

But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here

Once he realized where their delivery was meant to be it became hard for him. He wanted as far away from the Berrisford Estate as possible. Away from the memories that would now haunt him. That night… the dinner at Joshua’s when he started playing the piano in the basement he started seeing it as clear as day. Her alive… him teaching her how to play. But then everything went wrong.

After that he’d gone home and his phone had rang. The piano music playing over it eerily familiar to him. Maybe he’d been hearing things but when he’d gone to the mirror… he’d seen her face in it and had turned around. She wasn’t there. That ended up with the mirror being smashed and him investigating. Her father would’ve killed him had it not been for Max. In fact, he’d wanted to die. Would’ve welcomed it. In the end, she was gone. Dead and buried…

Except there was a problem with that thought. She wasn’t dead. The love of his life just wasn’t there.



Muse: Alec McDowell
Fandom: Dark Angel
Words: 175

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- I am not.

I couldn’t just have one wish and if I did they’d be all intertwined. Because it consists of more than one thing. For one there would be marrying Rachel involved… living happily with her and having kids with her. We have Piotr and baby Hope but I’m talking kids of our own. Not that Piotr and Hope aren’t ours because they are. On top of that I’d want Seattle safe. Our kids not needing to worry about going outside and being shot at because they’re a transgenic freak. Not that I’m a freak or anything despite what some of the stupid Ordinaries say.

But if I have to narrow it down which I seriously doubt I have to do, I’d go for having a world where transgenics can live with the ordinaries and not have a care in the world. Where we could go to their schools… do their jobs… everything and anything they could. All without the worry of being hurt or killed. It’d be safer and probably even a much richer environment.

One we’re lacking right now and need very much.


Muse: Alec McDowell
Fandom: Dark Angel
Words: 183

Dreams aren’t a normal occurrence for us genetically empowered super soldiers. It just isn’t in our DNA. We can have hallucinations and the like but hardly ever dreams. Me though… after everything that’s gone on I’d like to think that I have. Or maybe I was being delusional while being sick. Oh, wait, I can’t get sick. Not like the Ordinaries can. So it wasn’t some delusion and it wasn’t some hallucination. But I can say this… the dream is always the same. Forever the same. Probably will be until the day I die.

It’s me with Rachel. We’re still in Seattle so that I can be close to Terminal City. We’ve got two kids. A boy and a girl and they’re the apple of their mother’s eye. (Not that I truly understand that saying but it sounds good). Our little girl, Sera, is just like her mommy when it comes to the piano. The most extraordinary little girl there is. (Helps that she’s a transgenic too). Then there’s Brody. Every bit the mini me. Which is actually just scary.

But it’s only a dream. And not all dreams are real. Even if that old saying goes ‘Dreams do come true’. Or something like that.


Muse: Alec McDowell
Fandom: Dark Angel
Words: 205

I think I'm getting a bit too restless. Hate it.

Twenty years from now… That’s a tough one. Sort of. No, it isn’t. In twenty years I’ll still be with Rachel. We’ll have a life of our own. Maybe even have a cabin somewhere outside of Seattle. Don’t get me wrong I like the Berrisford Mansion but I’d want something that’s solely mine and Rachel’s. That place… it belonged to her old man. A man that didn’t particularly like me. But that’s in the past now.

Maybe by then I’ll even be a dad. Although… that’s kind of scary in its own right. Me? A dad. But I’d protect them with my life and hopefully they’ll not have barcodes. Not have to worry about dealing with the idiots of the world that us transgenics had to deal with. Maybe by then the transgenics will have equal rights. But I won’t be holding my breath on that one.

There’s no telling what’ll happen twenty years from now. Hopefully I’ll be happy and so will Rachel and the rest of the transgenic world. Because even if twenty years pass or hell… thirty its her that I’ll want to make happy. And I’m sure I’ll find a way to accomplish that and keep it that way. It’d be the perfect thing to have twenty years from now.


Muse: Alec McDowell
Fandom: Dark Angel
Words: 214

More exquisite sensation… you’d think that I’d say revenge. That after what Manticore did to us that I’d think that was the more exquisite sensation. Well, truth be told… you’d be right and wrong. See… for the first part of my life after Max brought down the only home I knew… I was set on revenge. I wanted nothing more to tear out her throat. To get rid of the one person that brought my home crashing down. But I don’t feel like that anymore. Though that might be because of who I found again.

Rachel Berrisford.

See… finding her again… just seeing her happy, it makes me happy. Gives me a relief I never knew I could have. If only because she’s alive and well. Because she’s a woman that I found out I loved. And even though I caused some bad patches in her life… I know she loves me. So if you ask me what the more exquisite sensation is then I’m going to tell you relief. And if you don’t like it… oh well. Its one the one that I choose. Whether you like it or not.


Muse: Alec McDowell
Fandom: Dark Angel
Words: 191

I seem to remember. When I just want to forget.

[Locked from those who know nothing about Manticore]

Fine… you want a secret. I’ll give you a damn secret. One that’s huge. Or at least it is where I’m from. It’s called Project Manticore. A government funded project that put millions of dollars into making genetically engineered super soldiers. Though I prefer the term genetically empowered. We were born and bred to be killers. The perfect soldier. Don’t believe me ask Lydecker or even that Nazi bitch Renfro. Oh, wait, you can’t. They’re dead. As far as I know Lydecker is… Renfro I know for a fact is.

They put us through hell. Conditioned us. Stuck us in underwater exercises just to see how long we could stay under. A lot of us nowadays can’t stand water because of that. But then again, another secret to add, it could also be because of our feline DNA. See… they had this bad habit of crossing human DNA with animal DNA. Some of us have cat, some have bat and then there’s some that have too much dog in their cocktail. Hey, not our damn fault it’s Manticore’s.

And if they wanted you to forget… they’d find ways to make you. No matter how hard you try to hold onto those memories. One of the main damn reasons why I despise Psy-Ops. I’ll never go through that again for as long as I live. Try and make me and I’ll kill you. Simple as that.
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You don’t deserve my secrets. Those who do already know them.


Muse: Alec McDowell
Fandom: Dark Angel
Words: 246

She was alive... and he wasn't hallucinating. A part of him wished that he was. That it was just her image he was seeing in the mirror again. A mirror he'd had to replace countless times because he'd broken it. He took a deep breath and left his place and headed to the old Berrisford estate but he couldn't bear making himself go inside. Not after what Robert did to him last time... but he'd wanted to die then. Would've had Max not interfered.

Right... well, it was time to tell Rachel the truth. Even if his mind was on the fact that he'd seen her grave. And had visited it every day since. Somehow all of this seemed wrong now.

I'm here if you need me.

Living can be utter hell sometimes.

A perfect day… Not even sure if there is such a thing. But if there was… for me there would have to be a few things involved. Or maybe more than a few things but here’s the run down on it.

One… Manticore wouldn’t be tracking my ass down. They’d just leave me and my family the hell alone. Giving us absolutely nothing to worry about.

Two… Rachel… she’d still be alive. Though maybe that’s too much to ask for. I’m not too entirely sure yet. But she’d be there. My beautiful Rachel.

Three… A nice bottle of scotch. A man can’t go wrong there. If he can then… well, I don’t know what to tell you.

And lastly… there would be this… a piano. Something I could sit and play for hours on end. One of the good things Manticore taught me. A thing that I love to do.

So you want my perfect day… there it is. No sign of Manticore, Rachel, a bottle of scotch and a piano. Those things would be part of my perfect day. But if I can’t have those things then I’d handle spending time with my friends and hang out at Crash. Or hell… even have fun with the underground cage fighting.

Or maybe I’m just not designed for anything perfect.


Muse: Alec McDowell
Fandom: Dark Angel
Words: 219

A lot of people make mistakes in relationships. Hell, I dated two girls at once that worked in the same place I did. Though they eventually found out I was dating them both and quit. Not that I really care… but you know. It’s the principle of the matter. Or maybe it isn’t. I’m not too good with relationships. I wasn’t designed to be. Those were things that would get in a way of a mission. That would compromise everything that I’d worked for. And in time… it did. Believe me when I say I made the worst mistake I ever possibly could. Her name… was Rachel Berrisford.

Oh, trust me. She wasn’t the mistake. The girl was wonderful. A breath of fresh air compared to Manticore and all the other transgenics out there in the world. Yeah, okay, she was an Ordinary but that didn’t mean anything. I still fell in love with her. But my mission was to take out her father. But in the end I couldn’t do it. And because of that… because I couldn’t take out her father and her… because she’d managed to compromise my mission she ended up in a coma. She died soon after. I saw her grave. Manticore tried to make me forget her… tried to make me forget everything… but she taught me to be human. What it was like to love.

In the end me not being able to do my job… no, it doesn’t matter what the biggest mistake I made was. Because that mistake was me falling in love.

I’m Manticore made. A soldier… a killer. If my Rachel were alive today she’d never forgive me for what I did. So in the end the biggest mistake I made in a relationship… it was falling in love. And I’m not so sure that I could ever do that again.

Not when someone can’t take me for who I am. A soldier. A born and bred killer. Not a lover. Never someone anyone can love.


Muse: Alec McDowell 'X5-494'
Fandom: Dark Angel
Words: 337