All of Us -- Chapter 47

Disclaimer: The TV show Dark Angel, all of the characters that appeared on it (Max, Zack, Alec, etc.), and everything else that has to do with the show belong to their respective owners, not to me. No money is being made off of this fic. I only own the original characters (Becky/X6-405, etc.).

White and Stephen sat in front of the TV in White’s living room that same night. Stephen grabbed a handful of peanuts and chewed on them for a moment before swallowing and turning to White. “How’s the shoulder, buddy?”

“Pretty good,” White said. “Fortunately for me, the transgenic that shot me only grazed it.”

“You’re lucky,” Stephen said.

“Yea, I guess I am,” White agreed. “Those filthy little bastards do have plenty of reasons to want to kill me.”

“Well, we’ve got even better reasons to get rid of those animals,” Stephen said cheerfully.

“Here, here,” White concurred. “Do you want something to drink?”

“As long as it isn’t beer,” Stephen said. “I’ve got to drive back to my house later.”

“That won’t be a problem,” White told him. “Wendy has been making sure that we’ve been stocked up on healthy food for the past several months.” He got up and went into his kitchen and opened the refrigerator. “We’ve got juice and bottled water and milk. What do you want?”

“Bottled water is fine,” Stephen said. He caught the bottle that White threw to him and took a sip. “That’s perfect. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” White sat back down next to Stephen on the couch, grabbing some peanuts with his better hand and eating them.

“I was down at the labs today to check on the progress of the virus,” Stephen spoke up after a few minutes.

“How was it looking?” White asked.

“Buddy, you would have absolutely loved it,” Stephen said, grinning. “I got to have the pleasure and the honor of seeing a test conducted on a human. He developed symptoms within two hours of infection. Unfortunately, I couldn’t stick around long enough to see him actually die, but he was up to the high fever and massive vomiting stage by the time that I left. The best part about this virus, as I have been told by our Brothers and Sisters that are working to perfect it, is how it lingers in this stage for seventy-two hours just so it can prolong the agony for the host. Isn’t that hysterical?”

White laughed. “I love it. Those weak little bastards are going to enjoy every minute of their deaths. Oh wait, we’ll be the ones who are going to enjoy every moment of their deaths while they’ll be praying for it to be over soon. It’s wonderful when everybody gets what they want.”

“It sure is,” Stephen agreed. “It’s too bad that those transgenics are immune to the virus. That would have been fun.”

“It would have been fun, but this way we actually get to be up close and personal with them when we kill them and watch them die,” White pointed out. “That will be even more fun.”

Stephen nodded. “I can’t argue with that logic.”

“Of course,” White said. They heard noise outside and they both looked annoyed. “Is it just me, or will it get a lot quieter and easier to think when those humans get wiped off of the planet?”

“No question,” Stephen said. He checked his watch. “Damn, I should be getting back to my house now. The babysitter can’t stay there past midnight. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“I’ll see you then,” White agreed. He watched Stephen leave the house and sat back with a sigh. There’s definitely something to be said for having friends around to keep your sanity. I probably would have lost it already if Stephen wasn’t around to share my misery about these freaks with me. I hope that our children will be good friends as well when they are growing up.

He looked at the TV and flipped through the channels and made a disgusted face when he came to a movie. A young woman was telling her boyfriend that she was pregnant and White felt nauseated. I wouldn’t bat an eyelash normally, but that actress looks just enough like those bastard twins 120 and 121 that it makes me sick. The thought of those filthy freaks mating and spawning makes me want to gauge my eyes out with a rusty spoon. I can’t believe I was actually once in the same room with 121’s nasty little offspring. White changed the channel again and nodded to himself. The good part is that it won’t matter soon. One more month and then the weak humans will be gone and then it’s just a matter of time before we overwhelm the transgenics and wipe them out.

White smiled and went upstairs and looked inside his bedroom but he did not go inside it. You stay inside of your mother where it’s safe, okay? By the time that you’re supposed to come out, your father and everybody will have made this the safest place in the world for you. You won’t have to play with humans, like I did, or date them, like I did. Wendy’s great, but she’s still human. He smiled. Thank goodness for that plan for the pregnant wives. Wendy’s doctor will tell her that it’ll be safe for her and the baby to go on a vacation next month and I will whisk her away to the retreat and she will stay there where it’s safe until after our son is born and if the Conclave wills it, she’ll stay with me and give me even more children. I can’t wait unit my son gets here!

He walked back downstairs and into the kitchen and got himself a beer from the refrigerator and sat back down in front of the TV and grinned. Can life get any better than this?

TBC