Blind - DA fic - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: Blind
Fandom: "Dark Angel"
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Just for fun.
Warnings: after “Freak Nation” and that's about it, really. 
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: none
Wordcount: 468
Point of View: first

They seem to forget sometimes what we are. With Joshua and the other nomlies, to use Ben’s word, it’s hard because they don’t look human or beautiful; they’re monsters. That’s all humans see, the outside, and don’t look deep enough to notice how gentle Joshua is.

They seem to forget that the kids are trained soldiers, killers, with a taste of blood now that a war is on. We didn’t want this war, but we’re soldiers and we’ll see it done.

They seem to forget that I’ve killed. Without remorse. Without mercy. Efficiently and ruthlessly, and not always quickly. They seem to forget Max has killed. Not as many as me, not even close, but she has.

She killed her brother, Ben. She’s killed others, people she never talks about. But sometimes, if I’m quiet and just listen, she’ll speak of Ben, of the kind boy he was. She’ll tell me stories of their childhood, repeat some of the tales he told them. And once I got her drunk, she told me all about Ben the psycho killer she put down at his own request.

Even she seems to forget sometimes that I’m his twin. That whatever broke in him could break in me. That whatever twisted and seduced him is already in me, because we’re the same.

They all seem to forget how close to the line I walk, how easy it would to fall, how dangerous I am. Max forgets how dangerous I am.

Not just as Ben’s twin, but as Alec. Not as X5-494, but as Alec. Not as a soldier but as an actor.

Maybe I have snapped. Like Ben did. Like Ben’s neck as Max killed him.

You know, when the voice in your head sounds like your psycho-killer twin brother, explaining to you why he did it, and why you should, too, things have got be fucked-up beyond all reason.

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FUBAR, Alec? Sounds like fun.

Shut up. Get out of my head.

I’m sorry, you know. I didn’t want this for you.

You didn’t even know I existed, Ben.

So? That doesn’t change anything. You had an out, you could live the life I wanted. But because of me... you’ll never get it.

What do you mean?

I’m in your blood, little brother. I’m in your memories. Wherever you go, there I am, and I’m sorry...

Am I dangerous to them, Ben? Am I a threat disguised as a friend?

Every transgenic, every human, every living thing with a brain, has the potential to turn, to implode or explode, to... lose it. We just... are a lot more messy, because of everything we are.

Tell me about the Good Place. About your Lady. Help me understand.

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Max should understand, but she’s always been blind when it comes to her family.

 

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