Author: candycentric- AKA Cc
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is not mine, I just like to pretend. Sadly not making any money off this.
Warnings: kinda dark
Notes: 26 drabbles for 26 letters of the alphabet. Most of these are one-shots and not necessarily related. However, when they are written with another previous drabble in mind, I will say so. Also, I adore reviews :)
Summary: "We remember everything. Every. Single. Detail."
People often talk about how it's the little things they remember best.
A smell. A touch. A color. A feeling.
Transgenics don't get that luxury. We remember everything. Every. Single. Detail.
All in Hi-Def living, breathing, color.
I'm sure they - the humans - would be jealous if they knew this was possible. Dumb humans.
Sure, if I had a mother, then maybe I would have that perfect memory of being pushed on the swing set on a beautiful summer day. I would recall the exact shade of green that the grass was and how sot it felt on my feet, I would remember the sweet, tangy, smoky smell of the neighbor's bar-b-cue and the deep richness of his laughter as his friends stood around and told jokes.
But none of that ever happened.
Instead I remember with perfect clarity the sight of my terrified brother as he was dragged away by the guards, fighting as best he could in his mid-seizure state. I remember the exact pink color of the twisted pink bracelet I had given my sister from the thread I had found in the outside yard, and the near death beating she had received for wearing it. I remember the warm, coppery smell from the blood of my first unwanted kill and the aftertaste from my vomit mere moments later. I remember each detail from every horrible moment of my existence.
My Transgenic brothers and sisters all wonder why I'm crazy.
All I wonder is, why arn't they?