Title: To Ere is Human
Rating: R to NC17
Disclaimer: I do not own, make any money from, nor am I in any way affiliated with the Roswell Series. I am simply molesting its characters.
Summary: This takes place after Season 3. It follows the cannon of the show. I am tying up some loose ends and going to the next level of destiny for our gang. I am also providing info as to the characters in case someone reads this that is not that familiar with the show. This is my version of virtual season 4. This is not a Mary Jane story. This reintroduces a previous character.
To Ere is Human
She could feel her fair skin burning. Some part of her brain registered this fact and filed it away where her brain kept the information such as: The name of the cat the people owned down the street. The brand of cereal that her niece liked, and the pair of socks that she had in the back of her drawer that was purple and had a hole in one of the toes.
It was placed in the inconsequential category, but soon, the burning would be her world, consume her life, and then take it away.
She felt sweat beading on her face. It trickled down the sides of her temple and down her cheek. The yellow, short-sleeved shirt she wore was wet under the armpits and the dampness made a 'V' on her back. Rivets of the salty droplets made wet lines between her breasts. The heat gathered in the sand of the desert and rose up to meet her, while the unrelenting sun in the cloudless sky bore its weight down on her. Wisps of blond hair blew across her face when an occasional heated breeze wandered by.
None of that mattered. Her total focus lay with the smooth cliff that she stood in front of. There was nothing to mark it as being any different from the other cliffs in the area. She just knew that it was. Different. She ran her hands along its contours, feeling the dips and valleys of its topography. There was a desperate hope that her insistent caresses would allow her to find out its secrets.
Once upon a time, it was different. Not in its composition, but in what it held. Or rather, what it hid. The secret it housed was a small one that belonged to the stars. It was called, 'The Granulith', and...it was a spaceship.
"Hey!"
A male voice called out. Quickly she looked over her shoulder and saw two men coming towards her.
She must not be found out. Her program had a response for this scenario. A synaptic type of flowchart quickly went through its files and its options. Capture was not acceptable. After the situation assessed, she would make one of the following choices depending on the likelihood of which one offered the largest degree of success.
1. Run away. 2. Attack, evade, run away. 3. Kill, hide or destroy the evidence, run away. 4. Die.
All but the last option then called for her to return to her original point of origin.
The voice was several yards away. Her car was about 200 yards from her. 'Run Away' was the logical choice. She started sprinting for the blue Honda.
"Stop!"
She risked a glance back. The two men were racing after her. One of them lifted his hand. A blast exploded to the right of her. It blew apart a boulder that she was running past, spraying her with bits of rock. She kept running, trying to increase her pace. The soft sand made it difficult for her Nikes to gain traction. Sweat from her brow began to seep into her eyes. She blinked furiously as her vision blurred. She was unable to even slow down enough to use her hands to wipe her eyes. Instead she pumped her arms faster, her legs screamed as they fought the sand and the heat.
"I said, Stop!"
Her breath came in labored gasps, both from the effort her body was making in trying to escape and the realization another blast was coming. Thinking that it would hit by her right side, she dodged to her left,...and ran right into the blast.
Her body jerked forward. Pain exploded on the left side of her body from the middle of her thigh up across her torso and ended at the left side of her face. Her skin was burnt away, leaving the muscles, veins, tendons and nerve endings blackened and exposed. The left eye had burst and its fluid ran down what was left of her face.
Dying was one of the options that were acceptable to the program. She only prayed it would happen quickly.
"Oh my god, what have you done!" Max was the first one to reach the horror that was left of the young woman. Then came the awful realization that she was still alive.
Michael quickly reached them both. His knees buckled of their own accord when he saw what he had caused.
Rating: R to NC17
Disclaimer: I do not own, make any money from, nor am I in any way affiliated with the Roswell Series. I am simply molesting its characters.
Summary: This takes place after Season 3. It follows the cannon of the show. I am tying up some loose ends and going to the next level of destiny for our gang. I am also providing info as to the characters in case someone reads this that is not that familiar with the show. This is my version of virtual season 4. This is not a Mary Jane story. This reintroduces a previous character.
To Ere is Human
She could feel her fair skin burning. Some part of her brain registered this fact and filed it away where her brain kept the information such as: The name of the cat the people owned down the street. The brand of cereal that her niece liked, and the pair of socks that she had in the back of her drawer that was purple and had a hole in one of the toes.
It was placed in the inconsequential category, but soon, the burning would be her world, consume her life, and then take it away.
She felt sweat beading on her face. It trickled down the sides of her temple and down her cheek. The yellow, short-sleeved shirt she wore was wet under the armpits and the dampness made a 'V' on her back. Rivets of the salty droplets made wet lines between her breasts. The heat gathered in the sand of the desert and rose up to meet her, while the unrelenting sun in the cloudless sky bore its weight down on her. Wisps of blond hair blew across her face when an occasional heated breeze wandered by.
None of that mattered. Her total focus lay with the smooth cliff that she stood in front of. There was nothing to mark it as being any different from the other cliffs in the area. She just knew that it was. Different. She ran her hands along its contours, feeling the dips and valleys of its topography. There was a desperate hope that her insistent caresses would allow her to find out its secrets.
Once upon a time, it was different. Not in its composition, but in what it held. Or rather, what it hid. The secret it housed was a small one that belonged to the stars. It was called, 'The Granulith', and...it was a spaceship.
"Hey!"
A male voice called out. Quickly she looked over her shoulder and saw two men coming towards her.
She must not be found out. Her program had a response for this scenario. A synaptic type of flowchart quickly went through its files and its options. Capture was not acceptable. After the situation assessed, she would make one of the following choices depending on the likelihood of which one offered the largest degree of success.
1. Run away. 2. Attack, evade, run away. 3. Kill, hide or destroy the evidence, run away. 4. Die.
All but the last option then called for her to return to her original point of origin.
The voice was several yards away. Her car was about 200 yards from her. 'Run Away' was the logical choice. She started sprinting for the blue Honda.
"Stop!"
She risked a glance back. The two men were racing after her. One of them lifted his hand. A blast exploded to the right of her. It blew apart a boulder that she was running past, spraying her with bits of rock. She kept running, trying to increase her pace. The soft sand made it difficult for her Nikes to gain traction. Sweat from her brow began to seep into her eyes. She blinked furiously as her vision blurred. She was unable to even slow down enough to use her hands to wipe her eyes. Instead she pumped her arms faster, her legs screamed as they fought the sand and the heat.
"I said, Stop!"
Her breath came in labored gasps, both from the effort her body was making in trying to escape and the realization another blast was coming. Thinking that it would hit by her right side, she dodged to her left,...and ran right into the blast.
Her body jerked forward. Pain exploded on the left side of her body from the middle of her thigh up across her torso and ended at the left side of her face. Her skin was burnt away, leaving the muscles, veins, tendons and nerve endings blackened and exposed. The left eye had burst and its fluid ran down what was left of her face.
Dying was one of the options that were acceptable to the program. She only prayed it would happen quickly.
"Oh my god, what have you done!" Max was the first one to reach the horror that was left of the young woman. Then came the awful realization that she was still alive.
Michael quickly reached them both. His knees buckled of their own accord when he saw what he had caused.