Title: The Abbreviated Origin of the Dark Angel
Featuring: Katt Wylde
Date: Random dates
Location: Random locations

AKA: More Plot Holes Than A Michael Bay Movie

~Date: August 18th 1999~
~Location: One of those super evil secret genetic research labs in the middle of nowhere.~

Two men enter a white room, filled with the type of items you’d find in a super evil secret lab. Computers, medical equipment, glass cabinets filled with lots of lovely drugs and sedatives and other sorts of things of that nature. Sat in the middle of the room stands an operating table, where a young woman lays, completely naked and shackled down, wires coming out of every area on her body filling her with all sorts of drugs and serums. The first man - a scientist - looks at the girl and a look of sorrow appears on his face. He then stares over at the other man, who is wearing an expensive power suit and a shit-eating grin. He noticed the expression on the face of the scientist and scoffs.

Business Man: "Doubts? Really? After how far we’ve come with this project?"

Scientist: "No, it’s just…this girl…she’s your daughter. How could you put her through this?"

Business Man: "My motives are my own. They are not your concern. You do this because I pay you, and pay you well. You want your children to have a good education and a wonderful life, you’ll do what I say…no matter how much you want to disagree with it. My daughter will become the perfect weapon. Project Dark Angel has come so close and after numerous failures, we…"

Scientist: "But Gabriel…"

The tone in the voice of the business man turns serious.

Business Man: "That’s Mr. Wylde to you! Never forget that."

The scientist lowers his head sombrely in defeat, and then looks up into the stern eyes of Gabriel Wylde.

Gabriel Wylde: "Now get your people and begin the fucking procedure. NOW!"

Scientist: "Right away…Mr. Wylde."

Gabriel Wylde: "I expect results when I return…or else."

With that, he makes his leave. The scientist turns back towards the table and looks down at the sleeping daughter of Gabriel Wylde.


~Date: August 13th, 2012-08-18~
~Location: A non-descript rooftop, wherever the fuck location Rev. 249 is being held ~

The Dark Angel, Katt Wylde was sat on the rooftop, looking down on the city. She looks as gorgeous as ever, the black leather catsuit adorning her body hugging every area on her, amplifying her breasts as the zip is sitting halfway down. She hugs her legs, wrapped up in black leather boots which come just above the knee with a 6-inch spiked heel, and lets out a thoughtful sigh.

Katt Wylde: "Dammit Tyler, you’re not naked. You disappoint me."

The Underground Pimp himself walks up from behind as Katt rises to her feet. She eyes him up and down as he walks in, rocking a pair of jeans and a worn old Star Wars shirt. The Dark Angel walks up to him, and they share a dorky fist-bumping moment.

Tyler Rayne: "Where the fuck is Milena? She seemed eager as hell to show me her rack."

Katt Wylde: "Wait, what?"

Tyler Rayne: "Her weapons rack. Said she had some really cool shit she wanted to show off."

Katt Wylde: "Oh…that rack. Yeah, she has these fan weapon dealies that she’s pretty fond of. Straight out of Mortal Kombat shit. But uh…yeah, she had to go back to Kyoto. Her old man is sick. Or so she says. You know Melina. Sure, she’s a friend but…she always has a secret agenda of some sort that kinda makes her extremely…I dunno."

Tyler Rayne: "…fuckin’ weird?"

Katt Wylde: "Think I was going for untrustworthy, but |I didn’t really wanna say it."

Tyler Rayne: "Milena? Untrustworthy? Why the fuck would you say that?"

Katt Wylde: "Well…"

Suddenly and without warning, Katterina’s eyes blacken and she begins to see a vision within her mind through her own eyes. She’s strapped down on some sort of table as scientists and doctors begin operating on her. She is wearing a gas mask and it is pumping a sedative into her lungs. She hears a voice, which sounds like that of her father. He tells the scientists that he is pleased with their progress. Katt’s eyes begin to get heavy from the sedative and then…she’s awakened, standing face to face with a slightly weirded out Underground Pimp.

Tyler Rayne: "You ok, kid? You’ve been standing there like a fuckin’ statue for about 20 minutes."

Katt Wylde: "I…uh…I saw something."

Tyler Rayne: "What’d you see?"

Katt Wylde: "I’ll explain in the car. We’re going to pay my daddy a visit."

Tyler Rayne: "Er…okay. Why?"

Katt Wylde: "Because he has some fucking explaining to do."


~Date: August 18th 1999~
~Location: those super evil secret genetic research labs in the middle of nowhere.~

Scientist: "Mr. Wylde…allow me to introduce you to…Project: Dark Angel."

Out of a cloud of dry ice, Katt Wylde emerges. Her eyes black as night, and sporting a black t-shirt, black PVC jeans, black knee-high boots, leather gloves and a black leather jacket. Her hair is slicked back into a ponytail and she puts on a pair of black sunglasses to hide her eyes. The Dark Angel stands at ease before her father and he looks at his daughter with pride.

Gabriel Wylde: "Now my beautiful Dark Angel, I’d like you to demonstrate your new abilities on…this imbecile.

As soon as Gabriel points his finger, she grabs the scientist who was in charge of the project by the throat, and smashed him down on the ground. Winded, he tried to beg her to stop, but she wasn’t listening. She looked up at her father and he got down on his knees, patting the poor man on the chest and flashing a devilish smirk.

Gabriel Wylde: "See, I really hate insubordination and I really need to hammer home that it will not be tolerated, so it is with a heavy heart that I announce your termination….effective immediately. Dark Angel, if you would please."

Katt Wylde: "Yes, sir."

She lifts the scientist to his feet, and in the blink of an eye…snaps his neck like a twig. The man falls to the ground in a heap, his life extinguished in a heartbeat. Katterina stands at attention over the prone body of the man. Gabriel Wylde lets out a sinister laugh as he admires the handy work of his brainwashed daughter.

Gabriel Wylde: "Security…dispose of this trash. Oh, and get word to my friend in the CIA. Their assassin is ready."


~Date: August 13th 2012~
Location: A rundown slum of a house in Detroit, Michigan

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT?!"

She had her father held by the throat against the wall. His legs were dangling for dear life. He was no longer wearing the power suit. He was in a beat up old t-shirt and messed up jeans. Tyler Rayne just stood back and observed. This was family shit. Her eyes burned black with rage…

Gabriel Wylde: "Al…alright…put me down. I’ll tell you everything."

She loosened her grip of his throat and he slumped to the floor. Gabriel was then tossed into a chair and Katterina sat down on another one and pulled a silenced gun out, pressing the barrel against his head.

Katt Wylde: "Talk."

Gabriel Wylde: "Okay….okay…I’ll explain. Years ago when I ran Wyldetech, I allowed all the power and money get to my head. I was blinded by my own ego, and had this opportunity that was deemed "off the record" handed to me by members of the CIA. They asked me find a girl, any girl and make them into the perfect assassin. With enhanced abilities and no emotions, with one focus in mind, to complete her mission. And I was a fool. A complete fucking fool. I chose my only daughter for this experiment. Katterina, I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean to…"

Katt Wylde slaps him in the face with the pistol in her gloved hand. She forcefully pushes it against her fathers head once more.

Katt: "Spare me this complete bullshit. You turned me into a fucking brainwashed puppet on a string for the sake of some fucking bureaucrats who line your pocket with money. Fuck you. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t put a bullet in your fucking head right now."

Gabriel Wylde: "I’ve changed Kitten…after the fall of Wyldetech, I became a recluse…finding myself in a church. I rediscovered my faith and I…"

The Dark Angel rises to her feet and angrily flips the chair over in which Gabriel is sitting.

Tyler Rayne: "Yeah…I think she told you to can it with the bullshit."

Katt Wylde: "And you’re laying on the ground a broken shell of a man who used to be a powerful business man and now? You’re laying on the floor with a massive lump of shit in your pants as your pissed off daughter has a gun aimed at your fucking head. Where’s your god now? Now tell me…how is it that I have lived my life for years without any memories of this happening?"

Gabriel Wylde: "When you broke your programming, it must have triggered a mental block. I don’t know, I’m…I’m just guessing. Sigh…you have to believe me, Kitten. I am sorry. I tried to make you into the perfect assassin and forgot that first and foremost you are my daughter…and because I let money and greed cloud my judgement and even though you are not dead…I know I’ve lost you forever, and know you can never forgive me. But I love you, Katterina. Never forget th…"

Before he could finish…she opened fire.

Katt Wylde: "Yeah, fuck you. Prick."

She walks towards the door, kicking the dead body of her father on the way out and placing the gun held. Tyler stands in the way of The Dark Angel as her eyes return to their regular, natural brown.

Tyler Rayne: "So…what now?"

He moves his body to allow Katt to leave first. She pauses for a fleeting moment, turning to face him before affectionately placing a hand on her friends chest, flashing him a smile.

Katt Wylde: "Shot contest. You’re buyin', sugarbear."

~Fin~
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