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Author’s Note- It’s only fiction people, nothing I write in
this story is based on fact or anything that occurred in Dark Angel. The
characters and the idea around the T.V show belong strictly to James Cameron.

Title: Twisted Angel (Sneak
Peak)
Rating: R,
Pairing: M/W (only in this chapter though, the story on a
whole is M/A)
Summary: Wonder what would happen if someone took away any
of your values, morality and conscious? Where a world in which the leader of a
nation gets turned on them and is the sole carrier for salvation gets turned
into their own damnation. Witness Max as the revved up being she was told she
would be but fighting for the wrong side. Familiar and transgenics are both on
opposing sides against the once loved leader.

Note: This is a sneak peak into my story, I got bored of
miss goody too shoes so here’s the Max that she will become. Enjoy and please
review!

In the northern sector of Seattle White and his men stand in
the shadows awaiting their target to appear. With no room for failure Ames
stands in front of his men with assured confidence.

*It has been a long
time coming that I bagged this bitch* he though snidely.

Looking over at the team of ordinaries he hired he signaled
them to move over to his left while the remaining men spread out to their
previously assigned locations.

Watching them move out a smirk donned his face as he heard
her making her entrance.

*Cocky shit didn’t
even wana attempt a surprise attack*

Shrouded in darkness, the silhouette of the female striding
confidently into the abandoned warehouse gives nothing away to the people
watching her every move. Extending her finely tuned instincts she regards the
warehouse with calculated precision, taking note of how many people are in
there with her. Her once animated features are set into a stone cold calmness
and her slight movements are graceful with each step and motion she takes.

Coming to a stop in the middle where the only light in the
warehouse is illuminated from the full moon shining through the high duct windows
she strikes her infamous pose. With her hand on her hip and a cock to her waist
she wastes no more time and calls out to me.

Easing my way into the only light in the middle of the
building, she barely flinches as my men take aim at her with a resounding
CLICK.

To his surprise her eerily stoic face cracked to life with a
cold smirk. The aura around her seemed to send a chill through Ames
that he brushed it off as anticipation.

“Well 452, what a pleasant surprise” He drawled mockingly
giving her the once over.

Unaffected to his brazen display she raised an eyebrow
casually “Don’t act coy Ames, you and I both know that this is just a means for
another pathetic capture attempt” She looked around in mock concern “are you
sure you wish to lose civilians aswell as your personal muscle? If you let them
walk away now I will leave them alone”

“I’m astounded by your confidence 452” Ames
discreetly motioned for the mercenaries to move forward “I’m sure your attitude
will change when I’m through with you”

“Well come and get me then boys” She purred out casually
easing into a defensive position.

“Tell me 452, does it amuse you that your nation is falling apart
while your MIA and doing god knows what? I’ll give you a last chance, after all
it’s said that ‘man isn’t measured by the compassion they show to their friends
but by the compassion they show to their enemies”

Giving him a look “are you always this annoying?” being sure
to keep focus on the men cautiously surrounding her she continued “coz let me
just say, compassion or no, imma bout to deal you with the blow of your life
and compassion is the furthest thing that will be on your mind”

“And there’s that cockiness, I’m guessing your pussy whipped
boyfriend rubbed off on you”

Max who had been itching for a fight since she walked into
the warehouse was rapidly losing patience with the familiar and the men that
still refused to make a move. Her body had been in overdrive in anticipation
for the fight and she was reaching the point where her body almost hummed with
the need for violence.

Giving up on an attack from the men Max eased into a more
casual stance and directed her gaze back to White “let me ask you something
before I take out your men and believe me I will. Ordinaries hold no special
place in my heart if that is what you thought” her voice was soft and
conversational, betraying the fact that there would be bloodshed in the next
few minutes. “When you look at me, does it turn you on?”

The shock that moved over Whites face amused Max. He didn’t
know what the hell she was talking about and the blatant suggestion came out of
left field. He was getting perturbed by her lack of concern of the situation.

“Does it get you hard watching me fight, hearing my grunts
of exertion and maybe moan from the pain, I never really got what was such a
turn on with the whole pain and pleasure principle” Stopping and letting her
mischievous eye roam over the stilled men “Your father made us perfect Ames, I
never got to thank him so I guess ill settle for the closest thing”

With that she spun behind the blonde to her right and within
a blink of an eye she had kicked out his legs and disarmed him, using the
element of surprise she used his body as a shield feeling the spray of bullets
hit his body while she ran head long into the men shooting at her, before she
got too close that the bullets would cut through she flipped over the dead body
she was carrying and using the momentum drove her foot into the two men
shooting at her instantly breaking their noses, not slowing down she dropped
and swooped her leg out to trip the other two men.

Allowing herself to tune herself with her instincts she felt
that all familiar feeling of floating in the twilight zone while separating
from her body as instincts and military knowledge took over. She had quickly
scanned her surroundings and the places in which her enemies held position, she
knew she was outnumbered but she wasn’t who she was for nothing, it’s not about
how many there are its how you deal with them. She analyzed that all men facing
her north side were blocked if she shifted closer to the eastern side of the
warehouse, and as luck had it White had placed his mercenaries so that they
blocked her from going into that area giving her the logical solution of taking
out the ordinaries in order to buy time in facing off the armed familiars.

The warehouse was grided like that of a normal empty holding
pen for boxes, mostly oversized inventory, whoever ordered for the meeting to
go down here had some serious power issues and didn’t really look up on
transgenic ability.

*Well not mine anyway*

Not only did this place hold enough room to seek cover but
also allowed for blurring and fast takeouts. Albeit the warehouse was empty no
longer housing boxes for Le Corpe, the large open space and the holding rings were
graphed into the building with steel and could not be moved, Every ten feet a
large pillar protruded from the ground up to the ceiling posing for more rungs
to be attached if they needed room for more holding pens for larger or smaller
merchandise.

Grabbing hold of the gun she flipped up and awaited the men
to do the same before once again kicking out. The men with the broken noses
were deftly trying to keep focus on the girl quickly taking out their team
mates with an ease that put their so called mercenary ranks to shame.

“Aww c’mon don’t’ look so glum” she cooed out in a voice so
sweet “least you died protecting...actually yeah you really do have reason to
be glum” Max aware that the familiars were just biding their time allowed for
her to take out the ordinaries. She suspected so they could analyze a flaw in
her technique but they won’t find one, she wasn’t even trying with these men so
what would they find?

Taking out a knife and electro stick, Max pouted “must you
bring in toys? Did you even ask if I was into that?”

“C’mon slut, lets throw down?” one burley man snapped at her
feeling the adrenalin and fear course through his body.

Max paused and rose a brow at him “throw down? What the fuck
kind of bad guy repartee is that?!” She looked at him incredulously “note for
yourself, take banter with sexy female 101 in your next life”

Ignoring her he snarled and took a step forward pausing mid
step as he watched astonished, the girl completely disappear in front of him as
he looked towards his counterpart he was shocked to see the feral eyes of the
girl moments before now standing behind a very dead comrade. “you shouldn’t
have taken this assignment soldier” she told him before she blurred over to him
winding him with a blow to the solar plexus, grabbing him by the shoulder and
making sure he was between her and the now approaching familiars she whispered
in his ear “these men died tonight because of you, remember that when you’re in
hell” her final words sent a jolt of anguish and rage through his system before
he felt nothing at all.

Smirking she let him go and kicked out so his dead body flew
across the room and landed at White’s feet.

5 consecutive shots rang out in the warehouse and to Whites
dismay he saw his men drop their weapons. Ames looked over at the now smiling
female still training her gun out, the smoke coming from the gun only added to
the malevolent setting she now held in the warehouse. He felt the stirring of
panic as his gaze locked with hers.

*What the fuck is going
on? This isn’t 452*

“Opps did I do that?” raising her hand upto her mouth in
mock apology “Never really liked guns anyway” throwing her weapon to the side
after she took out the last bullet in the chamber she hooked her fingers into
the front belt loops. “besides” she carried on conversationally “hand to hand
always got the blood pumping faster” with a suggestive thrust to her hips and a
quirk of her brow she eased into a fighting stance eyeing the 5 remaining
Familiars. Outstretching her arm towards them, she motioned with a come hither
for the men to make the first move.

“Get her!” White snarled in outrage not liking the turn of
the situation even though his men and himself out numbered her.

The Familiars approached her cautiously understanding that
they shouldn’t have underestimated her in the first place.

The only blonde in the pack gave her a leering smile trying
to disarm her “you know, for transgenic filth, you’re kinda hot” motioning for
the other four to surround her.

“What can I say, it’s all in the genes” she quipped as she
watched her prey form a circle around her making sure to block any attempt for
escape. *like I’d escape* she internally rolled her eyes.

Getting impatient with her offhandedness the blonde decided
he had enough of her smugness and wanted to wipe the smirk from her face. Rushing
forward unexpectedly he threw a punch at her and recoiled when his fist hit
nothing but air. Looking about him in bewilderment he noticed his men had the
same startled looks plastered on their faces. “What the—“ but before he could
respond Jason let out a grunt and he watched as he sailed across the room
before his other men took on a fight that was completely with nothing.

Jason was the second best fighter in ranks; Leo was an
African American man that specialized in infiltration, Mark was the muscle in
the group (the blonde), Carson was best at hand to hand combat also
specializing with speed and impromptu fighting styles and plans, And I was the
team commander Joe the strategist, making sure that the plan of attack went
effortlessly we were the best of the Familiar special Ops in our division and
this little shit just took out one of our men effortlessly.

“You fucking bitch where are you?!” Mark screamed out as he
looked about him self trying to pin point where the female was, who was dealing
out blows from out of no where catching his men off guard even as they tried to
pinpoint her location.

Joe was rewarded by a husky chuckle by his ear, spinning
around quickly arm outstretched to catch the female where she was he groaned in
frustration as he again hit nothing but air.

*I can’t even feel her
out* he thought in self disgust.

White looked at the scene playing out and drew out his
firearm *what the fuck? How can she move that fast, it’s impossible*

Looking about and watching a slight rustle near Leo he took
aim and fired but his shot was wasted on the far wall.

“Tsk, tsk Amesy, It’s not nice to up the ante on another
soldier unarmed” feeling a swift and unnaturally powerful blow hit directly
with his wrist he had no choice but to drop the weapon, startled he watched the
weapon fall before it miraculously disappeared with a breeze.

*The shit has
officially hit the fan*

White spun around and watched in horror as Carson
was lifted emitting a loud startled gasp as he flew across the building landing
on a disjointed steel pole.

Embedded on the pole Carson looked down and saw the pole
protruding through his stomach but didn’t give it thought when all of a sudden
he felt rather than saw the vixen rip the pole from the wall before twisting
the metal so both ends faced his body in the middle effectively immobilizing
him as the metal was entwined with another pole effectively blocking any sort
of escape.

The rising panic in his vulnerable state only rose as he
witnessed from his immobile position as she reappeared right in front of Leo
and Mark making short of their lives. She turned her head slightly locking eyes
with me and giving me a chillingly cold smile and licked her lips sensually
before she vanished again only to pop right in front of me.

“Hey Carson” she
purred “remember me?”

Carson gave her
a confused and dazed look starting to feel the effects of blood loss.

“No?” she drawled “well you should...”

She spun around and before she did her disappearing act she
whispered for only him to hear. “and you will”

Reappearing again in the middle of the room, she calmly
stood there and flashed a smug smile at White.

“So Ames, still
feeling lucky?” she wriggled her eyebrows “let’s test this theory of pain you
familiars have, shall we?”

Blurring over to Jason who was in attack mode caught her
fist right before it could connect with his face but the slight victory was
ruined when she flipped over him and gave a crushing blow to his side sending
him flying again.

“Aww c’mon guys, are you even trying?” she mocked.

The team leader caught her off guard with a blow to her head
followed through with a high drop kick which landed on her unprotected back. A
sickening crack was heard and a muffled groan escaped from the injured X-5.

Before the team leader could follow through she had
disappeared again.

“Mother Fucker!” he screamed out in frustration.

“Not nice” came her wheezing voice from right next to me.

Glancing over at her, she was stretching out her back and
wincing slightly.

*Fucking bitch! Take
that!* Carson thought gleefully.
He was starting to get dizzy and it finally dawned on him that she planned for
him to witness what happened to his team. Growling at her she simply just
smirked and patted his cheek softly.

“Feeling okay there baby?” her voice held an undercurrent of
anger and he replied with a smirk of his own.

Max was angry at the fact that they had got a blow on her
and she felt the need for violence rise in herself and the unmistakable feeling
of freedom encompass her.

Carson watched
as her dark eyes grew darker and the slight yellow tinge forming made a shiver
run through him involuntarily. He watched as she looked over at his comrades
and knew right then and there that he won’t be seeing his son or friends ever
again.

Now fully revved up she didn’t bother with her tricks and
decided to meet the team leader in full body combat without the advantage of
her developed skills.

“You’re going to pay for that blow” she said calmly ducking
and weaving out of his punches and kicks.

“Yeah?” he grunted out as he threw another fast blow to her
head.

She caught his fist right before it would have connected. “Yeah”
she said smugly. She kicked out at Jason who was trying to blind side her and
in her distraction she felt the cold steel wrap around her wrist jerking the
fist in her hand towards her she tripped the off balanced man and snatched the
other half of the hand cuffs from his free hand making sure to do damage on his
ankle.

She then turned and focused on Jason who had again tried to
blind side her and engaged into another brutal fist fight. She had just gone
into a flip kick which threw Jason high off the ground followed through with a
punishing side kick before she did her disappearing act.

The team leader Joe felt a slight breeze whiz by him then
turned as he heard Whites exclaim of out rage.

Standing next to the now cuffed man she called out “I’m
guessing these cuffs aren’t ordinary right?” she smirked “so if lil ol’ me
couldn’t of gotten out of em, doesn’t that mean that White here cant either”

Leaning casually against the pole she watched as Joe looked
through his pockets and adapted her amused smirk “looking for this?” she held
out the key ignoring White and his threatening words “Did White fail to mention
that X-5’s are great pick pockets?” turning her head towards the cuffed man she
tsked at him.

“Jason one more step and you lose the arm” She spoke calmly
not bothering to look at him. “Transgenic senses, gotta love em”

Blurring over to Joe and grabbing him by the shoulders she
kneed him and grabbed at his hair as he doubled over “not so high on the food
chain as you thought huh?” leaning forward quickly she whispered “Watch as your
friend Jason over there dies” with that she pulled him up and with a palm punch
to the chest he felt his bones break at the impact and the feeling of flying
before impacting into a steel pole.

Opening his eyes he felt like he wanted to hurl but years of
training wouldn’t allow for it. The X-5 now stood before Jason with a look of
pure malicious joy as her hand embedded it self into his stomach. She used her
other hand to block the punches he threw and ignored his futile kicks.

She jerked out her hand, slick with his blood and to
everyone’s horror stood and took a lick of blood from her hand. She emitted a
purr and said out loud “now let’s really test your threshold of pain. She
kicked out Jason’s knees and broke both his elbows and let him fall on his
back. Placing one foot on either side of his body she looked around the room
and watched satisfied as she grabbed their attention.

She just stood there for a few seconds relishing in the
tense filled moment. The only sound heard were the heavy breathing coming from
the man under her.

She spoke in a calm drawl “bruises don’t hurt you fuckers,
breaking you’re bones don’t do shit either...” she looked down at Jason and
inhaled deeply, a cold eerie smile gracing her full lips and again brought the
hand dripping with blood up to her lips.

She could feel and smell his fear and she could taste it
from the blood on her hand, moaning out of sick pleasure she locked her eyes
with the man below her licking his blood from her lips and watching his face
contort in disgust “let’s see how you fare when bones are ripped from the body.

She heard him gasp and the outrage from the men around her
as she once again stuck her hand in him. This time though both her hands were
inside and they had grasped the end of his rib cage.

Before Joe could rush her she had pulled upwards still
holding Jason’s ribcage and ripped it from his body.

The anguished scream that had left a ringing in her ears was
making her heady with lust and she savored the feeling above the now dead man
beneath her. Quickly turning and grabbing Joe as he tackled her off his dead
comrade, she tossed aside his remains as they landed and grasped Joe and kicked
upwards using his momentum against him and tossing him off her as she rolled
with the action.

Jumping to her feet she gave White an amused smile and calmly
watched Joe get up with a snarl and rush her again “where that combat training
at?” she said comically to the already enraged man.

As if nothing was amiss she just held the mans stare as he
charged her and reached up her skirt for the small gun she had tucked away. As
he reached her she shot off one shot and he tripped in front of her dead at her
feet. She looked down and nudged the man with her foot and turned him over so
she could see his lifeless eyes stare back at her, the blood dripping down his
face from the precision shot between his eyes gave him the look of crying blood
tears.

“I’m done playing now” she answered the un asked question as
to why she had killed him like that. Turning around she set off another shot
and killed Carson who was struggling desperately with the poles around him.

She dropped the gun and strutted over to Ames
who had slid down the pole so now his legs were out stretched in front of him
and he had his hands tied behind him.

“What happened to you?” he asked dazed at what had just
taken place in front of him all due to the single female before him.

“I got better” she answered and gave her customary smirk.

Straddling him she was amused at his disheartened persona “not
feeling too hot huh Ames” she said
in mock sympathy as she stroked his cheek.

He jerked away from her “Fuck you 452!” he spat out at her.

He watched as her already dark eyes darkened “oh I plan to”
she rubbed herself on his lap and was amused by the hardness she felt beneath
her “I knew it got you hot when I fought” She whispered huskily in his ear
grinding into him still.

Shock, disgust, lust and a tinge of fear shot through him
and Max chuckled slightly stopping her movement on his lap. She stood up and
sensually took her thong and skirt off.

White turned his face away but it was futile because next
thing he knew he had an up close and personal view of the transgenics slick
sex.

Laughing she roughly grabbed his hair forcing him to look up
at her “are you hungry?” she again straddled him and he felt her wetness and
heat on his lap before the feel of lips crashed onto his.

As quickly as it was there it was gone and he popped his
eyes open to see a dangerous glint appear in the beautiful brunette “we can do
this the easy way or the hard way Ames”
she said casually as she stood up and again he was faced with her crotch.

He growled “No Fucking-“

Snapping his head to the side from the powerful blow to his
check he sneered up at the brunette then felt an iron grip at the back of his
neck before he was pushed between her caramel thighs.

Struggling away he felt the grip on his neck tighten and he
gasped the feel of wetness on his mouth, salty and tangy.

“urgh!” was the muffled sound he could escape with before he
felt the gentle rhythm Max had started.

“Eat me out Ames
and I’ll let you live” came her husky voice above him. “If I feel teeth I’ll
let you watch me rip that precious appendage from your body right in front of
you” halting her movement she looked down at the submissive man “It’s your own
fault for getting me so-worked-up” she said and let him watch her free hand
trail under her shirt to obviously tweak her nipple.
Ames gulped and
gave one last death glare before he willingly moved towards her and tentively
stuck his tongue out.

Humiliation flooded through him as he heard her slight groan
from above. Licking her slowly along her slit he paid attention to each lip and
gently nipped satisfied that she had tensed slightly. As sick as it was he
wanted her to beg for him, some twisted way for him to gain control he guessed.

She felt confident that he wouldn’t stop and let go of his
neck and started to moan above him. Bracing herself with both hands tightly
grasping the pole she began rocking her hips back and forth.

Biting her lip while a satisfied grin adorned her face she
started talking “That’s right Ames...lick...me out” she got out between pants
and moans as he did his thing. She licked her lips and rocked slightly harder
“oh god” she gasped out a slight crack in her steel wall of indifference shining
through.

Beads of sweat appearing on her gorgeous face. A slightly
breathless laugh suddenly broke out “I knew.... you’d be a great pussy...
licker, I.... mmm” she moaned throatily “just didn’t know...that you’d
actually...enjoy...it-unhg!” snapping her eyes closed as he sucked her clit
lightly. “Fuck” she breathed out.

Ames felt her
start to tremble and worked her clit more bringing her to the edge before
moving back to lap up her juices doing it repeatedly feeling a little satisfied
as he gained some semblance of control on the situation.

“Fuckin let me come Ames!”
she growled out desperately leaning her forehead against the pole trying
desperately to get off.
He continued to lick up her wetness but refused to touch her
where she needed it most.

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