This story starts around the time where the gang go to the village for Agent Topolsky's Funeral and find it full of skins.
Max tried to pump more energy into the shimmering green force field he had surrounded his friends with and wondered how much longer her could hold on when he felt hands being placed on each shoulder. Without looking he knew that Isabel and Micheal were trying to give him energy to keep the shield up. He hoped that Liz was looking for a way out of this mess.
But Liz was behind them shocked. And most definitely frightened, more frightened then she had ever been in their company, not of them but of what the skins would do to Max and the rest of them.
Clenching her fists, she felt blood start to trickle down her palm and looked down in shock, Her hands were enclosed in a green substance similar to the force field.
What the hell was happening to her?
"Max, we have a problem!"
Max couldn't take his attention away from the view in front of him but something in her Voice told him that she was worried, blinking he twisted his head slightly to the right and that was all it took for the skins to press in even further. They had nowhere else to go.
Liz drew in a shocked breath, this could be where she died, she thought. But she would have it no other way. Max meant the world to her.
It was then Liz did something she had never done before and blacked out.
But Her body remained in motion. Slowly the green energy surrounded her and as the building that held the growing husks blew up thanks to a bit of help from Maria, Liz's body let out a blood cur tiling scream and the energy flew from her and knocked the skins back knocking those closest unconscious for a few seconds, enough time for Max, Isabel and Micheal to get up. For Max to realise Liz was unconscious and pick her up bundling her and everyone else into the car that had come skidding up outside the church as they had broken through the door.
Maria took of like she was a fast and furious driver, blankets of smoke and dust kicking up in her wake.
Looking over at Micheal who had climbed into the front seat, She was happy to see that he was okay. Resting her hand on his knee she offered him the little comfort she had to give him, and wasn't that surprised when he wrapped her little hand in his.
Looking over her shoulder towards the others, she smiled mockingly "So, when's the next outing of the pod Squad?"
For once they were at a loss of words. Until Isabel surprisingly saw the funny side of it.
"Pod squad?" she started to laugh and soon Micheal and Max followed suit. Through her laughter Isabel spoke again, gasping in air each time "You do have a way with words."
Even though Max laughed and smiled he was more worried about the girl in his arms.
He didn't think she was the kind to Black out without a reason.
Suddenly she moved in his arms and smiled when her eyes opened to reveal her beautiful orbs, no clouded in pain, Just confusion.
Her voice husky, Liz asked, "So what happened? Are we safe?"
Rubbing his forehead against hers, Max Mumbled "For now at least. It will take them some time to build some more Husks. They won't risk going against us until then."
"Okay" Liz mumbled finding a more comfortable position resting her head on his shoulder, her breath brushing his neck gently as she fell asleep.
Kaviar raised himself from the ground quickly. Turning to Nicholas he ordered the man to bring him the communication orb.
When Nicholas returned, Kaviar grabbed the orb from his hands and walked to a single room that he knew nobody could listen through.
Keying in the co-ordinates he waited for his Brother to answer.
After his brother had answered Kaviar soon took charge. Issuing orders to send him information on surrounding alien planets, he was then updated on the situation in Antar.
As he signed off from his brother, the information he wanted came up on a screen in front of him.
As he read of the chart, he noticed that the race he was looking at had a treaty between another planet. As he read of the chart, he cursed under his breath. This was not fucking good.
But for some reason he persisted and when he read their list of known enemies he smiled, this could work in is favour, he thought to himself.
Mean while in the town of Roswell a guy twisted and turned trying to find a comfortable position but more disturbed by his dreams then he cared to admit even subconsciously.
Again he was back in a ballroom, dressed up. He didn't even have to look down to know this. He was back in the ballroom and so he was dressed the same, he reasoned to himself.
However that was where it ended.
Normally at this point in his dream, he would spot Micheal and Maria arguing not to far away and Liz and Max dancing to the hypnotising tune coming from the musicians.
But they weren't.
Instead of seeing any normal people around, he saw Aliens. Okay so he knew that Isabel and the rest were aliens but for once he wasn't actually dreaming they were aliens, he was dreaming they were human but everyone around them was not.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed someone come into the room with the purist white hair that tumbled down to her waist in shaggy waves, a silver crown circling around her hair and coming to a point between her eyes, above the point was a black ivy outline circling around her hair line in black waves and disappearing underneath her hair just above her ears.
She wore a pale green haler neck dress with a slit going up along her side, where he could clearly see her pale bare feet and the small silver chain wound around her ankle.
To her side he noticed Kyle, at least he thought it looked like Kyle, but it was hard to tell under all the armour he was wearing and the weird Purple tint to his skin.
Somehow Alex found himself being almost pulled forward against his will.
It seemed to him like he was floating outside his body watching what was going on as he saw his arm reach out for the woman and as she turned to him and smiled he found himself finding similarities between her and Liz.
Resting her hand on his arm, he turned again and saw another woman enter, and watched as the Kyle look alike went over to her and pulled her onto the dance floor.
He found himself strangely fascinated by the woman.
She had long curly black hair that flew around her mystically as the music's beat increased, her limbs were smooth and her legs seemed to go on forever in a long shimmering chiffon dress that with ever step revealed a glimpse of her leg in amazing five inch gold strappy sandals.
Her skin was a lovely bronze which highlighted the same tattoo's on her as on the woman who stood beside him except he noted that her tattoo's were in a shimmering gold instead.
She too also wore a crown although hers was a pale green similar again to the dress of the woman standing beside him.
Suddenly she leaned into him and spoke, and Alex found his lips smiling in amused delight.
" Sister has really tried tonight. It's not always easy for her to be around music and not give into her desire to sing. She really wants this treaty to work."
Patting her hand, he found himself grimacing from above as he uttered words of platitude that came from his mouth.
"It will my dear, after all with you and your sister ruling who can object?"
Suddenly Alex found himself spinning in a black vortex and quite abruptly stopped. He knew that he was no longer in his body thanks to his view from above. He noticed that the same black haired woman was again at the forefront of this place. Her battle cry resounding through the night sky suddenly lit up from above and Alex drew in a shocked breath. Mass of bodies lay dying and wreathing on the ground, bloodied corpses obviously dead still twitched slightly from the shock of their death to the system.
Alex drew in a shocked breath. The light was descending and touching all those that lay wreathing on the ground, and more shocking was that it was picking them up and levitating them into the air before disappearing in a pop.
The light slowly disappeared and where it landed, noticed that a woman now stood there, the same woman with whit hair that he had talked to at the ball.
Both woman had their hair tied back in what he recognised as a French plait, from knowing Maria and Liz. They both wore similar outfits that reminded Alex of something he would see in Xena: warrior princess.
His body was pulled down closer to one of the bodies still left on the ground. Looking over the body armour, Alex drew in a shocked breath. If he was correct the same symbol that was on the man's armour were also some of the same symbols he had seen in the book Tess had gotten him to translate.
Suddenly he started to spin and Alex found himself in a different dream. One that was familiar and Alex quickly forgot about the other.
Turning in his sleep, he settled down.
He didn't wake up to see the moons light focus on his arm bathing his arm in a light that showed of a sword Tattoo on his arm.
As morning light appeared the Tattoo once again disappeared.
okay, I've got plenty of ideas for this story, so tell me should I continue?
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