Title: Bad Guy? Me? I don't think so!
Author:
Mystery Star
Rating:
PG-13 for some bad language
Disclaimer:
Roswell Not Mine
Summary:
Maria finds out something bad
Do you ever get the feeling your being watched? But when you look around no one is
there. Then those little hairs on the
back of your neck stand up telling you that something is very wrong. I felt the same way the day that my best
friend Liz Parker was shot that day in September. That is the way I feel now. I don't usually walk home, especially alone.
I usually drive my car, but my poor baby Jetta wasn't
working due to a recent alien adventure. Max said that he was going to fix it after he finished work at the UFO
center. He just better or no more Jetta
for their searches.
I'm getting the feeling again. I start to walk faster. I can
hear that someone is behind me. I break
into a jog. I could hear them get
closer. 'Screw this bag' I think and
throw by backpack behind me and start running with all my legs could. I was fast, but this guy was faster. He grabbed me from behind and knocked me out
with his powers.
When
I woke up I had the biggest headache. I looked around. It was a white
room with nothing in it. I had heard
enough horror stories over the summer from Max to be pretty afraid of this
place. But I don't think that the FBI
is involved. For one thing, the last
time I checked they did not have powers that can knock you out.
It had to be the skins. Of course, they were going to use me as a bargaining thing. Well they do not know my friends like I
do. They will come and they will rescue
me. I wonder what the bad guys are
going to do with me in the mean time.
I heard a noise behind the door. I got my leg ready so that when the door opened I would kick them in the stomach and hopefully knock the air out of them. The doorknob turned slowly. The door opened with a creak. My leg was in the air, but stopped before hitting the person. I gasped.
When I found my voice I asked, "Michael?"
I put my foot down. Then I noticed the Michael look a like had these black New York Style
punk clothes. He could be only one
person. "Rath," I stated.
"The one and only. Don't you feel special, Ria, to be in the presence of such a godly
creature. I mean you can bow if you
want it won't embarrass me."
I just stared at him. He looked so much like Michael, yet so not. "No, thank you." I told him. Then I
remembered my current situation.
"Who the hell do you think you are, bringing me
here. My mom is totally going to freak
out when she realizes I'm gone. Yeah,
and she's going to call Valenti and then he and my friends are going to look
for me. Then they'll find me and
Michael will kick you ass from here back to your home planet."
I took in a deep breath in. I unconsciously reached for my cypress oil in my pocket and
pulled it out. I took a breathed some
of it. I looked at Rath. He had a smirk on his face as if I amused
him. I looked away. I hated it when Rath smirked. It wasn't his smirk, it was Michael's. He grabbed my arm and said, "Come on
Ria. Nicholas is waiting for you."