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Dark Angel, Alec/anyone “everybody knows the war is over; everyone knows the good guys lost” (Leonard Cohen)
He’s done this before.
The first twenty years of his life were spent in this position and the brief respite he had from it, living almost as his own man, weren’t enough to make him forget.
He knows how to follow orders. He can kill without remorse. He can menace even the most innocent and naïve without a second thought. He can disappear into the night before anyone else knows something occurred. He can infiltrate even the most paranoid of groups. He presents himself as the further thing from a threat they can imagine, breathing harmlessness, and in doing so becomes so.
He has always done that.
There are a hundred different things he can do to ingratiate without seeming to and he knows the right balance between being invaluable and being noticed.
He knows whom they expect him to be, what they think he should be, and he makes sure he is that creature.
Some of his masters call him freak and mean it. He knows which of them will come regardless, sometimes even before they do. He still remembers how to use his hands, his mouth, to suck, to stroke, to swallow. He knows how to enjoy sex.
He always enjoys the sex.
They don’t tell him the news from world at large, but he still knows what is going on. It doesn’t take much to piece together from what whispers he can overhear (his hearing is always better than humans remember, even the ones who should know better, but he never lets on).
Transgenics are resisting.
Transgenics are being culled.
He knows they are waiting for him to slip up. They measure his every word for signs of betrayal. If they could, they would break open his mind and spy on his every thought. It’s unnecessary, though. There are some thoughts that are too dangerous, some words that shouldn’t even form in the dark recesses of his mind.
These thoughts, he knows better than to even think. So he doesn’t.