Duty,
Chapter 1
"August 22, 2004. I've been following them for nearly four months, and other than it being the most boring four months of my life, very little has happened. I've been taking care of any alien threats, which for the most part have not been very bad, course they would probably run from it. I've been leaving the FBI threats to them, which they've been very good at running away. But Isabel told me.ugggh. Journal, stop."
Ana gasped as she bent over in pain while another cramp took hold of her, they had been coming more and more often, and she knew that meant she was getting closer to losing her baby. She had spent nearly every spare second examining every molecule of her baby. However, because the baby was still so small it required complete concentration. Something she didn't have, between keeping her eyes glued to what the group who she was supposed to be watching, and the pain, which was only increasing, she was unable to keep up even the slightest concentration. She hadn't been able to see any problems yet, in fact the only reason she knew there was a problem was because of the pain.
She had inherited the ability to heal from her father, but she had always had problems trying to heal herself, she guessed the reason she was having so much trouble with her baby was because her baby was a part of her. As the wave of pain stopped, Ana looked up, and swore. While she had been dealing with the pain an alien had gotten close to the group. Ana didn't know the woman's name, but she could sense the amount of power, and evil, radiating off of the woman. As close as the woman was to the group, Ana had no choice but reveal herself to the alien, and the group.
It appeared as if the group had been caught unaware. Max had his shield up, barely able to protect the five members of the group. Each time Michael let out a blast towards the woman, who had come with her own group of 'soldiers' that were attacking, Max had to let down the shield, which compromised the safety of the group.
Careful to dodge the outer blasts, Ana extended her own shield, a brilliant blue, in contrast to Max's green, around her entire body. This way she would be able to get through the worst of the fire before she extended the shield around the group. She was trying to keep far enough back so that she wouldn't be noticed by anyone. Finally she was able to get through the field and step in front of the group.
"What the hell?" Michael swore as he noticed the blue shield surrounding the group.
"Lower your shield, Max." Ana told him.
"I'm not going." Max began, but was interrupted by Ana.
"We don't have time to argue about this. Michael can blast through my shield, but he can't get through yours. If you lower your shield he can attack them better. It's just for a little bit, to try and give us a little more advantage." Ana explained. "Max, you need to trust me in this."
Max looked back to Liz, trusting his wife's judgment, when she nodded he dropped his shield.
The blasts continued going back and forth until the woman stopped her men from blasting. They weren't making any hits through Ana's shield, but Michael was hitting a few of them.
"You really need to work on your aim, Michael." Ana told him.
"Yeah, you try it with this blue thing in front of you, and then you can freakin' lecture me!" Michael retorted.
Ana waited for a while before she decided what she would do. She closed her eyes for a moment while she concentrated on the correct path that would lead her to Max's brain. 'Max, I need you to put your shield up now. And no matter what happens, don't do anything until I tell you it's okay.'
Max didn't know how he was hearing her, but Liz had shown her trust in the stranger, so he chose to follow her instructions and put up his shield.
Once Ana saw that his shield was up she began concentrating on making sure that the woman saw what she wanted her to see. She began walking slowly trying to get as close to the woman as possible.
"Who are you?" Ana asked, still making sure that the woman saw what she wanted her to see.
"I am Jaylet. I suggest you remember that name, as I am the one who will be defeating all of you." Jaylet answered. Her jet-black hair flowing behind her as the wind blew around them.
"Really, you don't seem to be doing a very good job right now." Ana retorted. "Who sent you?"
"Keevir. I am his second lieutenant." Jaylet replied. "You realize that I am only letting you know this so that when you die, the death I am going to give each and everyone of you, you'll know who is going to get the credit."
"Well, maybe you should just wait and see if that's going to happen. Do you know who I am?" Ana asked.
"What does it matter? You're working with Zan and the others, you're dead, I really don't care who you are." Jaylet replied.
"Well, I was just thinking that you might like knowing the person who blasted your ass out of her." Ana said. She waited for a second while she saw Jaylet try to figure out what Ana was implying. Suddenly the image that Jaylet had seen, of Ana standing in front of the group with her shield still up, disappeared. Jaylet was now seeing Ana standing only ten feet in front of her, while the group was still at least twenty-five feet away.
Instantly Ana blasted Jaylet, but before the woman hit the ground, her men grabbed her, and the entire group disappeared.
Ana took in a deep breath before she turned to face the group. As she walked back up to them, she noticed that they were all eyeing her warily, obviously unsure as to who she was.
"You'd think these guys would come up with better lines than 'I'm going to kill you' yadda, yadda, yadda." Ana bit her lip for a second, a nervous habit that she'd had for as long as she could remember. As her eyes met with Max's she noticed that the entire group began dancing in front of her eyes. It took her a second to realize that the group was not dancing in front of her eyes, but instead that it was something wrong with her. She could also see that Max was saying something, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. A second later Ana collapsed as she began feeling the cramping again, the pain too much for her to handle.
"Max, catch her!" Liz cried out.
"August 22, 2004. I've been following them for nearly four months, and other than it being the most boring four months of my life, very little has happened. I've been taking care of any alien threats, which for the most part have not been very bad, course they would probably run from it. I've been leaving the FBI threats to them, which they've been very good at running away. But Isabel told me.ugggh. Journal, stop."
Ana gasped as she bent over in pain while another cramp took hold of her, they had been coming more and more often, and she knew that meant she was getting closer to losing her baby. She had spent nearly every spare second examining every molecule of her baby. However, because the baby was still so small it required complete concentration. Something she didn't have, between keeping her eyes glued to what the group who she was supposed to be watching, and the pain, which was only increasing, she was unable to keep up even the slightest concentration. She hadn't been able to see any problems yet, in fact the only reason she knew there was a problem was because of the pain.
She had inherited the ability to heal from her father, but she had always had problems trying to heal herself, she guessed the reason she was having so much trouble with her baby was because her baby was a part of her. As the wave of pain stopped, Ana looked up, and swore. While she had been dealing with the pain an alien had gotten close to the group. Ana didn't know the woman's name, but she could sense the amount of power, and evil, radiating off of the woman. As close as the woman was to the group, Ana had no choice but reveal herself to the alien, and the group.
It appeared as if the group had been caught unaware. Max had his shield up, barely able to protect the five members of the group. Each time Michael let out a blast towards the woman, who had come with her own group of 'soldiers' that were attacking, Max had to let down the shield, which compromised the safety of the group.
Careful to dodge the outer blasts, Ana extended her own shield, a brilliant blue, in contrast to Max's green, around her entire body. This way she would be able to get through the worst of the fire before she extended the shield around the group. She was trying to keep far enough back so that she wouldn't be noticed by anyone. Finally she was able to get through the field and step in front of the group.
"What the hell?" Michael swore as he noticed the blue shield surrounding the group.
"Lower your shield, Max." Ana told him.
"I'm not going." Max began, but was interrupted by Ana.
"We don't have time to argue about this. Michael can blast through my shield, but he can't get through yours. If you lower your shield he can attack them better. It's just for a little bit, to try and give us a little more advantage." Ana explained. "Max, you need to trust me in this."
Max looked back to Liz, trusting his wife's judgment, when she nodded he dropped his shield.
The blasts continued going back and forth until the woman stopped her men from blasting. They weren't making any hits through Ana's shield, but Michael was hitting a few of them.
"You really need to work on your aim, Michael." Ana told him.
"Yeah, you try it with this blue thing in front of you, and then you can freakin' lecture me!" Michael retorted.
Ana waited for a while before she decided what she would do. She closed her eyes for a moment while she concentrated on the correct path that would lead her to Max's brain. 'Max, I need you to put your shield up now. And no matter what happens, don't do anything until I tell you it's okay.'
Max didn't know how he was hearing her, but Liz had shown her trust in the stranger, so he chose to follow her instructions and put up his shield.
Once Ana saw that his shield was up she began concentrating on making sure that the woman saw what she wanted her to see. She began walking slowly trying to get as close to the woman as possible.
"Who are you?" Ana asked, still making sure that the woman saw what she wanted her to see.
"I am Jaylet. I suggest you remember that name, as I am the one who will be defeating all of you." Jaylet answered. Her jet-black hair flowing behind her as the wind blew around them.
"Really, you don't seem to be doing a very good job right now." Ana retorted. "Who sent you?"
"Keevir. I am his second lieutenant." Jaylet replied. "You realize that I am only letting you know this so that when you die, the death I am going to give each and everyone of you, you'll know who is going to get the credit."
"Well, maybe you should just wait and see if that's going to happen. Do you know who I am?" Ana asked.
"What does it matter? You're working with Zan and the others, you're dead, I really don't care who you are." Jaylet replied.
"Well, I was just thinking that you might like knowing the person who blasted your ass out of her." Ana said. She waited for a second while she saw Jaylet try to figure out what Ana was implying. Suddenly the image that Jaylet had seen, of Ana standing in front of the group with her shield still up, disappeared. Jaylet was now seeing Ana standing only ten feet in front of her, while the group was still at least twenty-five feet away.
Instantly Ana blasted Jaylet, but before the woman hit the ground, her men grabbed her, and the entire group disappeared.
Ana took in a deep breath before she turned to face the group. As she walked back up to them, she noticed that they were all eyeing her warily, obviously unsure as to who she was.
"You'd think these guys would come up with better lines than 'I'm going to kill you' yadda, yadda, yadda." Ana bit her lip for a second, a nervous habit that she'd had for as long as she could remember. As her eyes met with Max's she noticed that the entire group began dancing in front of her eyes. It took her a second to realize that the group was not dancing in front of her eyes, but instead that it was something wrong with her. She could also see that Max was saying something, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. A second later Ana collapsed as she began feeling the cramping again, the pain too much for her to handle.
"Max, catch her!" Liz cried out.