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The Son's Return.
Seattle, Washington.June 20, 2003; 10pm
Mark Sanders hurried up the walkway of his beautiful two-story home, newspaper and briefcase in hand. With an exhausted sigh, he pulled his key from his pants pocket and opened the front door. "Celia?" he called out.
Across the vast living room, a small voice answered. The door to a large downstairs room opened and a petite, brown haired woman walked out, softly closing the door behind her. Her smile light up the room as she hurried over to her husband and gave him a hug and kiss. "Hey, sweetie!" she said happily. Laughing cheerfully, Mark released his briefcase and newspaper, and carried his wife over to the couch, positioning her comfortably in his lap. Celia's smile slowly faded, as she moved her fingers over her husband's forehead. She traced the worry lines, and asked quietly, "You had a bad day at work?"
Mark's eyes darkened for a moment, before he looked at his wife, and smiled. He didn't like it when she looked worried. "Oh, just another case of mine that is taking up to much of my time. Nothing for you to worry about dear. How is little Zachary?"
All fear disappeared from Celia's face, as her eyes lit up with excitement. "He finally said "Mama" today! I had just started to feed him, and then the phone rang. He must have become restless, because he suddenly grabbed the spoon and started yelling "Mama"! I almost fainted."
Mark chuckled. Celia stood up and reached out for his hand. "You want to come and check up on him, before we go to bed?"
He stared at her hand for a split second, and then rose from the couch. She led him across the leaving room, past the kitchen doors, and into the room she had been in minutes before. The first thing to notice was the blue. Everywhere there was blue. In the middle of the room was an elegant crib, and inside, a beautiful baby. Possibly no more then thirteen months old, Zachary was the most precious thing in the Sanders' world. Thick black hair and soft dark blue eyes made Zach the most beautiful child they had every seen. For several minutes, they watched their adopted son sleep. Out of nowhere, the sound of glass breaking could be heard coming from the back of the house. Mark turned to his wife, and put his finger to his lips, telling her to be silent. Cautiously, he opened the nursery door, and peered out. At the far end of the living room, the glass patio doors were smashed open, from the outside. Mark's eyes searched the room for the intruders, but all the open areas were empty.
Just as he moved away from the door, he was thrown across the room, as an enormous blast blew the door to pieces. Celia screamed, and hurried to her husband's unconscious body. The baby woke up and began to cry, but after a few seconds he miraculously stopped. Three men, in grey suits walked through the door, followed by a skimpily dressed young woman, and a young man who looked like he could have been in a punk rock band. The boy smiled nastily and looked around him. "Good thing we came to get the kid. He woulda grown into a sissy boy." He picked up a blue teddy bear from the floor, stared at it for a second and tossed it to a corner of the room. The girl rolled her eyes and looked down at Celia's crying form. "What do you want?" Celia sobbed, edging slowly toward the crib.
The girl smiled, and squatted down to Celia's level, which scared the woman to stop moving. "Hello. And who might you be?"
Celia looked from each of the standing men, back to the girl, and hesitantly replied, "Celia Sanders. Look, take whatever money or jewelry you want, just please don't hurt my family!"
The boy moved from side to side, impatient. "Lonnie, we ain't got time for this bull. Just get what we came for, waste the bitch, and let's go!"
Lonnie's pretty face twisted angrily, "Shut up Rath." She turned back to Celia, Lonnie's beautiful face once again composed and placed her hand to gently stroke the older woman's cheek. Celia flinched, and tried to move slightly away from Lonnie's fingers. Lonnie gave her a brilliant smile. "Where would the fun be, if we didn't play with her first?"
The men in grey suits moved away from the nearby wall. "The deal can not be changed. We are here for-"
"I know what we are here for," Lonnie hissed. Slowly, she regained her standing position and looked down at Celia regretfully. "Such a waste."
Celia's eyes widened a split second before she was thrown, screaming, across the room. A trail of blood ran down her mouth. "We could have had so much fun."
A baby's cry from inside the crib, attracted Lonnie's attention, and she began to walk toward it. "See, what did I tell you? Piece of-" Lonnie grunted, surprise written all over her face as she was propelled aggressively into the three suits.
"What the hell?" Rath yelled, just before he was knocked on his butt. Out of the shadows of the room shimmered the image of a beautiful young woman. Her blonde hair had dyed streaks of red in them, and she wore crimson and black conform-fit clothing. She had the same street look to her as Lonnie and Rath, but her continence seemed more mature. Lonnie pushed herself up furiously. "Ava, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Saving the son of Zan," Ava replied.
"The hell you are," Rath growled, and rushed toward her, only to be catapulted backwards on his butt again. Ava turned to the crib, ignoring her former friends, and gazed down at the infant. "So this is what our son would have looked like," she murmured quietly. Lovingly, she lifted the baby from the crib and cradled him to her chest. Cooing to him quietly, she looked up at the two people who had been so big a part of most of her life. "You murdered Zan, now you betray his son! You are exactly as you once were, Viladria. And you Rath. You were the guardian of our family. I am taking the boy, and you would do well not to follow us."
"Don't do this Ava," Lonnie warned. "You do this and I will not protect you from what comes." Lonnie smiled seductively. "Come one Ava. We didn't kill you because I love you. Be with us again." Ava shook her head sadly. "You made your choice that night you killed your King. Tonight I make my choice by saving a son of his bloodline." With one last regretful look, Ava shimmered into nothing.
"No!" Rath snarled angrily at her disappearing form. The three suits composed themselves and turned to Lonnie, impatience etched on each of their faces. "This will not bode well for you with Khivar. The boy is needed on our planet."
Lonnie frowned. "You are beginning to annoy me!" She turned to them with a smile as the room behind her was engulfed in flames. "I don't like to be annoyed." Her grin increased as Rath looked at her questioningly. "So, little Ava has become a traitor to us. Seems like we are going to have to kill her too, not just Max and the others." They followed her out of the burning building. "This is going to be fun!"
The Son's Return.
Seattle, Washington.June 20, 2003; 10pm
Mark Sanders hurried up the walkway of his beautiful two-story home, newspaper and briefcase in hand. With an exhausted sigh, he pulled his key from his pants pocket and opened the front door. "Celia?" he called out.
Across the vast living room, a small voice answered. The door to a large downstairs room opened and a petite, brown haired woman walked out, softly closing the door behind her. Her smile light up the room as she hurried over to her husband and gave him a hug and kiss. "Hey, sweetie!" she said happily. Laughing cheerfully, Mark released his briefcase and newspaper, and carried his wife over to the couch, positioning her comfortably in his lap. Celia's smile slowly faded, as she moved her fingers over her husband's forehead. She traced the worry lines, and asked quietly, "You had a bad day at work?"
Mark's eyes darkened for a moment, before he looked at his wife, and smiled. He didn't like it when she looked worried. "Oh, just another case of mine that is taking up to much of my time. Nothing for you to worry about dear. How is little Zachary?"
All fear disappeared from Celia's face, as her eyes lit up with excitement. "He finally said "Mama" today! I had just started to feed him, and then the phone rang. He must have become restless, because he suddenly grabbed the spoon and started yelling "Mama"! I almost fainted."
Mark chuckled. Celia stood up and reached out for his hand. "You want to come and check up on him, before we go to bed?"
He stared at her hand for a split second, and then rose from the couch. She led him across the leaving room, past the kitchen doors, and into the room she had been in minutes before. The first thing to notice was the blue. Everywhere there was blue. In the middle of the room was an elegant crib, and inside, a beautiful baby. Possibly no more then thirteen months old, Zachary was the most precious thing in the Sanders' world. Thick black hair and soft dark blue eyes made Zach the most beautiful child they had every seen. For several minutes, they watched their adopted son sleep. Out of nowhere, the sound of glass breaking could be heard coming from the back of the house. Mark turned to his wife, and put his finger to his lips, telling her to be silent. Cautiously, he opened the nursery door, and peered out. At the far end of the living room, the glass patio doors were smashed open, from the outside. Mark's eyes searched the room for the intruders, but all the open areas were empty.
Just as he moved away from the door, he was thrown across the room, as an enormous blast blew the door to pieces. Celia screamed, and hurried to her husband's unconscious body. The baby woke up and began to cry, but after a few seconds he miraculously stopped. Three men, in grey suits walked through the door, followed by a skimpily dressed young woman, and a young man who looked like he could have been in a punk rock band. The boy smiled nastily and looked around him. "Good thing we came to get the kid. He woulda grown into a sissy boy." He picked up a blue teddy bear from the floor, stared at it for a second and tossed it to a corner of the room. The girl rolled her eyes and looked down at Celia's crying form. "What do you want?" Celia sobbed, edging slowly toward the crib.
The girl smiled, and squatted down to Celia's level, which scared the woman to stop moving. "Hello. And who might you be?"
Celia looked from each of the standing men, back to the girl, and hesitantly replied, "Celia Sanders. Look, take whatever money or jewelry you want, just please don't hurt my family!"
The boy moved from side to side, impatient. "Lonnie, we ain't got time for this bull. Just get what we came for, waste the bitch, and let's go!"
Lonnie's pretty face twisted angrily, "Shut up Rath." She turned back to Celia, Lonnie's beautiful face once again composed and placed her hand to gently stroke the older woman's cheek. Celia flinched, and tried to move slightly away from Lonnie's fingers. Lonnie gave her a brilliant smile. "Where would the fun be, if we didn't play with her first?"
The men in grey suits moved away from the nearby wall. "The deal can not be changed. We are here for-"
"I know what we are here for," Lonnie hissed. Slowly, she regained her standing position and looked down at Celia regretfully. "Such a waste."
Celia's eyes widened a split second before she was thrown, screaming, across the room. A trail of blood ran down her mouth. "We could have had so much fun."
A baby's cry from inside the crib, attracted Lonnie's attention, and she began to walk toward it. "See, what did I tell you? Piece of-" Lonnie grunted, surprise written all over her face as she was propelled aggressively into the three suits.
"What the hell?" Rath yelled, just before he was knocked on his butt. Out of the shadows of the room shimmered the image of a beautiful young woman. Her blonde hair had dyed streaks of red in them, and she wore crimson and black conform-fit clothing. She had the same street look to her as Lonnie and Rath, but her continence seemed more mature. Lonnie pushed herself up furiously. "Ava, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Saving the son of Zan," Ava replied.
"The hell you are," Rath growled, and rushed toward her, only to be catapulted backwards on his butt again. Ava turned to the crib, ignoring her former friends, and gazed down at the infant. "So this is what our son would have looked like," she murmured quietly. Lovingly, she lifted the baby from the crib and cradled him to her chest. Cooing to him quietly, she looked up at the two people who had been so big a part of most of her life. "You murdered Zan, now you betray his son! You are exactly as you once were, Viladria. And you Rath. You were the guardian of our family. I am taking the boy, and you would do well not to follow us."
"Don't do this Ava," Lonnie warned. "You do this and I will not protect you from what comes." Lonnie smiled seductively. "Come one Ava. We didn't kill you because I love you. Be with us again." Ava shook her head sadly. "You made your choice that night you killed your King. Tonight I make my choice by saving a son of his bloodline." With one last regretful look, Ava shimmered into nothing.
"No!" Rath snarled angrily at her disappearing form. The three suits composed themselves and turned to Lonnie, impatience etched on each of their faces. "This will not bode well for you with Khivar. The boy is needed on our planet."
Lonnie frowned. "You are beginning to annoy me!" She turned to them with a smile as the room behind her was engulfed in flames. "I don't like to be annoyed." Her grin increased as Rath looked at her questioningly. "So, little Ava has become a traitor to us. Seems like we are going to have to kill her too, not just Max and the others." They followed her out of the burning building. "This is going to be fun!"
