Triplicated
Author: Sineya
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG
Category: Liz POV, hints of Dreamerism.
Summary: Living inside yourself can be a curse.
Author's Notes: Just a spur of the moment fic, hope everyone enjoys.
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Have you ever felt like more than one person?
Over the years I was a singular being, co-existing with noone but myself. Living inside a body that housed only me.
Liz Parker -three musketeer, science geek, Daddy's girl, friend to all but Pam Troy, crushing on loner Max Evans, Crashdown waitress.
I was one girl with a myriad of characteristics.
Now I'm one characteristic shared among a myriad of individuals.
I'm Liz. Strong, silent Liz who stands beside her friends, loyalty strapped to her back. Thoughtful, prudent Liz who only lies to her parents when it's a life and death situation. Liz, who only breaks the law when she has to. A girl who never falters, who always thinks. A rational, balanced Liz who has an answer for everything.
I'm Liz. Angry, shattered Liz. Who stares with blank eyes, who watches everything and anything. Who lies, who steals, who 'cheats' when necessary. Liz, a girl who never asks why, who jumps in headfirst. Who's rash, and impulsive. A Liz who never considers before doing. A Liz who turns her back on destiny and soulmates.
I'm Liz. Unhappy, heartbroken Liz. Who follows Max around. Who gives up her love to save the world, who watches as her soulmate falls for his destiny. A Liz, who'd do anything for a king, who'd do anything but save herself. Who broke into tears when her 'true love' told her he'd impregnated his supposed bride. A Liz who took him back only days after he berated her, and tore her down.
I'm a myriad of Liz's. Each one differing from the other. Each one distinctive in their own right. Each are connected, linked with the other in some way. Each carry one distinctive characteristic.
Hate.
Liz hates the unknown. She despises questions she cannot answer, and is forever searching for an explanation. She needs reason and rationale and justification. She hates aliens.
Liz hates logic. She hates knowing the answers before the questions are even asked. She detests explanation, and sense. She hates authority, and law, she hates superiority. She hates knowing, she hates thinking. She hates aliens.
Liz hates destiny. She loathe the fates, and psychics, she abhors the future. She hates shattered dreams, and illusions, she hates wondering what's going to come. She hates remembering, and watching them. She hates love. She hates aliens.
The basis for the existence of the Liz's are the one thing they hate.
Aliens.
They know they only live because of aliens.
Liz was content living alone. Smiling at Alex before he was stolen......by aliens. Laughing with Maria before her soul was given...to an alien. Aspiring to become a molecular biologist, before her dreams were taken away......by aliens.
Liz was born after the aliens saved her.
Liz was born after her heart was broken....by an alien.
I'm not Liz anymore. Liz is dead.....Liz is gone.
She lost herself last fall, when Max Evans killed her. When he birthed thee occupants now living inside Liz's body.
There are three dominant Liz's, but they hide so many more. So many that hate with same urgency, the same intensity. The same yearning.
They hate Max. They hate Michael. They hate Isabel. They despise Tess.
They hate aliens.
Because the aliens killed her. The aliens took away Alex and Maria. They stole her family, and they killed her life. They demanded everything she had.....and so much more.
And they expected everything she tried to save for herself.
She had so many faces, she many masks.
She had so many Liz's, and she couldn't find herself.
~Finis~
Author: Sineya
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG
Category: Liz POV, hints of Dreamerism.
Summary: Living inside yourself can be a curse.
Author's Notes: Just a spur of the moment fic, hope everyone enjoys.
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Have you ever felt like more than one person?
Over the years I was a singular being, co-existing with noone but myself. Living inside a body that housed only me.
Liz Parker -three musketeer, science geek, Daddy's girl, friend to all but Pam Troy, crushing on loner Max Evans, Crashdown waitress.
I was one girl with a myriad of characteristics.
Now I'm one characteristic shared among a myriad of individuals.
I'm Liz. Strong, silent Liz who stands beside her friends, loyalty strapped to her back. Thoughtful, prudent Liz who only lies to her parents when it's a life and death situation. Liz, who only breaks the law when she has to. A girl who never falters, who always thinks. A rational, balanced Liz who has an answer for everything.
I'm Liz. Angry, shattered Liz. Who stares with blank eyes, who watches everything and anything. Who lies, who steals, who 'cheats' when necessary. Liz, a girl who never asks why, who jumps in headfirst. Who's rash, and impulsive. A Liz who never considers before doing. A Liz who turns her back on destiny and soulmates.
I'm Liz. Unhappy, heartbroken Liz. Who follows Max around. Who gives up her love to save the world, who watches as her soulmate falls for his destiny. A Liz, who'd do anything for a king, who'd do anything but save herself. Who broke into tears when her 'true love' told her he'd impregnated his supposed bride. A Liz who took him back only days after he berated her, and tore her down.
I'm a myriad of Liz's. Each one differing from the other. Each one distinctive in their own right. Each are connected, linked with the other in some way. Each carry one distinctive characteristic.
Hate.
Liz hates the unknown. She despises questions she cannot answer, and is forever searching for an explanation. She needs reason and rationale and justification. She hates aliens.
Liz hates logic. She hates knowing the answers before the questions are even asked. She detests explanation, and sense. She hates authority, and law, she hates superiority. She hates knowing, she hates thinking. She hates aliens.
Liz hates destiny. She loathe the fates, and psychics, she abhors the future. She hates shattered dreams, and illusions, she hates wondering what's going to come. She hates remembering, and watching them. She hates love. She hates aliens.
The basis for the existence of the Liz's are the one thing they hate.
Aliens.
They know they only live because of aliens.
Liz was content living alone. Smiling at Alex before he was stolen......by aliens. Laughing with Maria before her soul was given...to an alien. Aspiring to become a molecular biologist, before her dreams were taken away......by aliens.
Liz was born after the aliens saved her.
Liz was born after her heart was broken....by an alien.
I'm not Liz anymore. Liz is dead.....Liz is gone.
She lost herself last fall, when Max Evans killed her. When he birthed thee occupants now living inside Liz's body.
There are three dominant Liz's, but they hide so many more. So many that hate with same urgency, the same intensity. The same yearning.
They hate Max. They hate Michael. They hate Isabel. They despise Tess.
They hate aliens.
Because the aliens killed her. The aliens took away Alex and Maria. They stole her family, and they killed her life. They demanded everything she had.....and so much more.
And they expected everything she tried to save for herself.
She had so many faces, she many masks.
She had so many Liz's, and she couldn't find herself.
~Finis~