Title: Finding A Safe Haven
Author: Sariah
Disclaimer: The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They aren't mine, so don't sue 'cuz all you'll get is a bunch of junk and a laptop.
Pairings: CC
Rating: Teen but may go up.
Summary: Someone is hunting down Liz, Maria, Kyle and Alex. They've lived all their lives with a secret and thought they were safe. But when the guy Liz has been seeing turns out to be more than they expected, they are forced to leave New York City, the only city they've ever known. They're forced to leave in search of a safe place, away from the people trying to kill them. It's a game with only two options...live or die.
Author's Note: Hey Everybody! For any of you who are reading my other story 'Not Expecting To Fall Literally'...this is nothing like that. This story shall be angsty...so with that said...hope you guys enjoy! BTW: Feedback is GREATLY appreciated. (Hint Hint) : )
Finding A Safe Haven
Prologue
Liz POV
My lungs burn harshly reminding me of the mile run my body had just experienced. Wiping the frozen tears from my cheeks and swiping my arm across my red eyes, I double over as dry heaves rack my body. Alex. No. Don't think of him right now. Right now you have to get out of here Liz! But no matter what I keep telling my self I can't stop the images from forcing there way into my mind. Oh God no. Clenching my eyes shut tightly, I will the images away. Not now Liz! Yet the images of Alex's cold limp body still flash behind my eyes. My throat burns as more dry heaves rack my body.
"I'm coming for you Liz. You can't run. You have no where to go." The cold voice drawls out sadistically yet mercifully taking away the images of Alex as fear takes over my body. Taking a few deep breaths I prepare to run again. Come on Liz, you can do it. Just make it to that alley. "Come on Lizzie…" He continues using the voice that once sent chills down my spine and still do, but for a completely different reason now. How could I ever have fallen for him? What's wrong with me! I knew the rules-"Lizzie…Lizzie…where are you?" I hear his footsteps getting closer and slowly I try to inch my way quietly towards the alley twenty feet away. Click. My body stops cold as the sound reverberates through my mind. He has a gun. Liz, keep moving. Just get to the alley. "You'll never get away from me. Your cousin's dead Lizzie. And soon you will be too. How does it feel to know you're responsible for your cousin's death?" He bites out cruelly as I hear his footsteps get louder. I feel my breaths come out in short gasps out as tears sting my eyes. No, Liz. Don't listen to him. He's lying; it's not your fault. "Just think, if you hadn't of shown up tonight like your cousin warned you not to. He'd still be breathing…and there wouldn't be a hole in his head." He laughs viciously at his own joke. A broken sob wrenches from my lips. The images of Alex return. His body encircled by a scarlet puddle on the floor. The blank look in his open lifeless blue eyes where so much laughter and vitality used to shine… A clear drop lands on my arm and I notice that I am crying. When did I start crying?
"OW!" I shriek out as he grabs my arm roughly yanking me to where he stands.
"I've found you my little Lizzie." He grins. The smile that once used to give me butterflies replaced with a malicious grin. "Little Lizzie's been a bad girl." He says condescendingly moving his hand to softly caress my cheek where the tears have fallen. "Lizzie ran away. She wasn't supposed to do that." My eyes meet his and widen as his next action becomes perfectly clear. Suddenly the touch that could've been mistaken for gentleness turns cold and I sense more than see his hand swing back and down. My head twists painfully to the side as I feel a raw pain set in. Gripping my chin harshly he turns me back towards him and admires his work. "Oh, that looks like it's going to leave a mark." He pouts mockingly and all I can think about is where his gun has gone. "Awww, what's wrong Lizzie? You want another mark for the other cheek?" I shake my head, eyes widening again, yet before I know it I feel the familiar twist of my neck and a new pain burns on the other side of my face.
In a desperate attempt I close my eyes and will the familiar sensation of my powers to hum through my body and blast him. A few seconds pass and nothing happens. He laughs sardonically at me and my eyes snap open. "Aww, Lizzie; don't even think about trying to use your powers on me. If they haven't worked yet, what makes you think they will now?" Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a small electronic device in the shape of a pentagon. "You see this thing right here? It's called a trithium amplification generator and when it's turned on like this," he says showing it to me, "your powers don't work. Granted neither do mine, but that's what a gun's for isn't it?" He says replacing the device in his pocket and pulling the gun out of the waistband in the back of his jeans. I feel my body paralyze. And slowly I see as if watching a movie he brings the barrel of the gun to my temple. I want to cry out as I feel the warm metal against my skin, knowing what's coming but the sound is caught in my throat and so I resign myself to my fate. "Don't worry Lizzie. This'll only hurt for a second." Closing my eyes I wait silently for the blow I know will end my life. 'I'm sorry 'Ria,..sorry I couldn't hold on…sorry I couldn't save Alex…' I think bitterly.
Suddenly a feeling hums through my body so strongly I don't notice the smell of burnt flesh until it's gone. Opening my eyes I look down to see the lifeless body crumpled and smoking on the ground. The only evidence of what killed him the throbbing in my right hand where the power was torn out of me. Confused I look down at his motionless body in wonder. How had I killed him? Didn't he say my powers wouldn't work if that thing, that device, was on? Resisting the strong urge to empty the contents of my already empty stomach, I reach down into his pocket and pull out the device which is still activated. A moment later I watch as the body turns into a large pile of ash, the only evidence left of my first love, my torturer, and Alex's murderer. At the thought of Alex fresh tears fill my eyes and with one final look I turn and run down the busy streets of New York City. I have to get to Maria and Kyle. I have to tell them. Oh God, how do I tell them Alex is dead? Pushing through the crowd I run down 74th street, each second willing myself to go faster and to ignore the burn in my chest from both the need for air and the heavy despair weighing me down. As I reach the apartment Maria and I share I almost collapse from exhaustion. Almost there Liz, you can do it.
Bursting through the door, I allow myself to fall into a heap on the floor. Hearing the thud I made Maria rushes out of her room.
"Liz? OH MY GOD! Liz what happened?" She screams out rushing over to me. "Liz, are you okay! What happened?" Crushing my sobbing and exhausted body against her chest I finally let it all out. I shake as my painful cries erupt from my body and echo of the walls of the apartment. Maria holds me as I cry, rocking me back and forth making soothing sounds; her hand absently running through my hair. "Shh…Liz, It'll be okay." She whispers.
"No Maria. It…w-won't b-be ok-ay." I stutter out. She gives me a confused and worried look and I hate to tell her. I know it's going to break her heart and I want desperately to save her from the pain, but she needs to know…
"Liz, where's Alex?" Maria asks tears springing to her eyes. The look on her face breaks my heart and I hate to confirm her fears…
"Ria A-"
"NO!" She shouts out wretchedly.
"Ria, the reason Al-"
"NO! No no no!" Covering her ears she curls in on herself sobbing desolately. Needing to hear myself say it out loud, I continue.
"Maria," My voice cracks on the name, but I force myself to continue. "Alex is…is d-dead." As I finish she lets out an animalistic cry that pierces me through. Nothing will be okay ever again.