How did it get to this? Just a few months ago, our lives were relatively normal, especially considering who we are... what we are. Max, Isabel and myself had always known that the second someone found out that we were aliens, everything would change. Why did we have to be right?
From the moment I saw Max and Liz in the same room, I knew somehow that if ever came a time that someone found out our secret, she'd have something to do with it. That day when Max and I walked into the Crashdown, I knew it would be the day. That scared me most of all. How did I know? Why didn't I try to stop it?
For one second, I knew. I WANTED to be found out. Not by the whole world but... some people. I was lucky enough that Liz, Alex and Maria were these people. I never would have thought... I'd always tried to stay away from humans, not let them get close to me. Maria... she managed to come into a place I'd barricaded most of all. She came into my heart. I was doing this for her.
We came into the main room of the UFO Center, Max, Sheriff Valenti and me. We hadn't planned on telling him, but he'd helped save Max, he saw me use my powers. We didn't have much of a choice. All I hope is that we can trust him. Can't think about that now. I look over and I see him... the biggest threat to our safety we've come across in all this time... Agent Pierce of the FBI Special Unit.
He's tied up, yet I feel like something's not right. I look again and... he's up! How did he get free? Doesn't matter... he's got a gun... he fires a round but misses. The Sheriff raises his gun and fires back. It's all happening so fast. Pierce moves towards the side displays and the Sheriff fires again. He runs out of bullets and goes to reload, just as Pierce returns, ready to fire. He won't have time! There's no other way! I have to do something!
"NO!"
It was over before I knew it. I stepped forward, extended my arm and I could feel the power flow through me. There was a bright... blinding flash of light. When the light died down, I saw him lying on the ground. The Sheriff went to check on him. We were joined by Isabel, Tess, Liz, Maria and Alex, just as the Sheriff announced, "He's dead." Oh God...
He says the gun is one of his. He gets up and looks around. "No. Oh no," I hear him say as he runs to a fallen display pulling pieces away frantically. No... Kyle... How did... What is he doing here? Must have happened when... oh God... the Sheriff shot Kyle... He's holding him, crying, I look around at the group. Everyone is in shock. The girls are wide-eyed and in tears... What was he doing here? WHY? I wished our lives weren't this way... I wished we were human... that we didn't have to worry about running.. that no one got hurt because of us.
All that had happened this year is coming to me now... the shooting... Topolsky and the FBI at school... Max's accident... meeting River Dog... Nasedo's arrival... Tess... Agent Pierce... Max captured... I killed Pierce... and now Kyle might die. What next? What happens when a new enemy comes... what about... Liz, Alex... the Sheriff and Kyle... Maria... If anything happens to her, I'll never forgive myself...
Valenti is begging Max to heal Kyle... Do it... can't let anymore die... Don't want to... don't want to lose anyone... even if they don't care that much... Can't let anymore people lose their lives because of us... because of me... How did it come to this?
*
Am I doing the right thing? I can't help wondering that. I know that Pierce is the bad one in all this, but... I just don't know what to think about the others. For months I knew there was something about Max Evans that wasn't quite right... and now I know. He's an alien. And Michael, Isabel... This is unbelievable. They've been right in front of me for years and I didn't realize.
My father was right... and now I feel ashamed. All this time, I told him he was crazy, that there were no aliens. But there are, and he was right all along.
So what do I do? Take dad and Kyle and leave Roswell? They won't leave us alone... living on the run... no... I can't do that to them... I want to help them... the aliens... I just feel that they're not the enemy... I just need a sign... A sign that I can trust them, that they deserve being helped. Then again... if it took them so long to come forward and the situation that made them do it... Liz and the others... they must have known for a while, and they seem alright.
It's time. Max, Michael and I walk out into the main room of the museum. I turn to look at Pierce, who we left tied to a chair. No... he's moving... He reaches back... a gun... I take my own weapon and start firing. He moves to the side and I keep shooting. Damn... out of bullets, gotta reload. Quick... I'm almost done and I sense movement in front. He's back... I'm not ready... Michael steps up and throws out his hand... A bright light fills the room and I turn away.
When it stops, I look up. He's down. I walk to him carefully. I feel for a pulse... nothing. He's dead. I turn back and tell the kids. Wait... his gun... that's one of mine... Please no... I look around, and I see him instantly... Kyle... my boy... dear God no... I run to him and remove the things on top of him. He's shot... I shot my son... no...
"Look dad! I'm a sheriff like you!" he'd told me... he was five, wearing my hat and badge... "Here dad, take Mr. Squishells," he'd said, handing me his favorite stuffed animal, the night his mom left... didn't even cry, or at least not in front of me... he hit his first home run when he was nine... in Little League... he was so proud... so was I... Basketball... his car... watching games on television... Christmas meals at the Crashdown... the camping trip in Fraser woods... so many memories... Don't let it be the end... no...
Max... I ask him to heal him... save him... A sign... Why this? No... I feel him trembling in my arms... he's so scared... hold on son... just hold on, don't leave me... So much more for you to see... so much more for you to do... no... If he dies... I'll never forgive myself... I'd have killed my son... no... he'll live... please let him live.
I ask Max again. Please... He nods slowly. Yes... thank you... you'll live, son... you'll have a good life, a great life, a great life, I promise... Just don't leave me. This is my sign. Max will heal my son... he's not the enemy, none of them are... Just like before... we'll get through this, just wait and see... This isn't the end... it's hardly the beginning... You'll see...
Just hold on, son... Don't let go...
From the moment I saw Max and Liz in the same room, I knew somehow that if ever came a time that someone found out our secret, she'd have something to do with it. That day when Max and I walked into the Crashdown, I knew it would be the day. That scared me most of all. How did I know? Why didn't I try to stop it?
For one second, I knew. I WANTED to be found out. Not by the whole world but... some people. I was lucky enough that Liz, Alex and Maria were these people. I never would have thought... I'd always tried to stay away from humans, not let them get close to me. Maria... she managed to come into a place I'd barricaded most of all. She came into my heart. I was doing this for her.
We came into the main room of the UFO Center, Max, Sheriff Valenti and me. We hadn't planned on telling him, but he'd helped save Max, he saw me use my powers. We didn't have much of a choice. All I hope is that we can trust him. Can't think about that now. I look over and I see him... the biggest threat to our safety we've come across in all this time... Agent Pierce of the FBI Special Unit.
He's tied up, yet I feel like something's not right. I look again and... he's up! How did he get free? Doesn't matter... he's got a gun... he fires a round but misses. The Sheriff raises his gun and fires back. It's all happening so fast. Pierce moves towards the side displays and the Sheriff fires again. He runs out of bullets and goes to reload, just as Pierce returns, ready to fire. He won't have time! There's no other way! I have to do something!
"NO!"
It was over before I knew it. I stepped forward, extended my arm and I could feel the power flow through me. There was a bright... blinding flash of light. When the light died down, I saw him lying on the ground. The Sheriff went to check on him. We were joined by Isabel, Tess, Liz, Maria and Alex, just as the Sheriff announced, "He's dead." Oh God...
He says the gun is one of his. He gets up and looks around. "No. Oh no," I hear him say as he runs to a fallen display pulling pieces away frantically. No... Kyle... How did... What is he doing here? Must have happened when... oh God... the Sheriff shot Kyle... He's holding him, crying, I look around at the group. Everyone is in shock. The girls are wide-eyed and in tears... What was he doing here? WHY? I wished our lives weren't this way... I wished we were human... that we didn't have to worry about running.. that no one got hurt because of us.
All that had happened this year is coming to me now... the shooting... Topolsky and the FBI at school... Max's accident... meeting River Dog... Nasedo's arrival... Tess... Agent Pierce... Max captured... I killed Pierce... and now Kyle might die. What next? What happens when a new enemy comes... what about... Liz, Alex... the Sheriff and Kyle... Maria... If anything happens to her, I'll never forgive myself...
Valenti is begging Max to heal Kyle... Do it... can't let anymore die... Don't want to... don't want to lose anyone... even if they don't care that much... Can't let anymore people lose their lives because of us... because of me... How did it come to this?
*
Am I doing the right thing? I can't help wondering that. I know that Pierce is the bad one in all this, but... I just don't know what to think about the others. For months I knew there was something about Max Evans that wasn't quite right... and now I know. He's an alien. And Michael, Isabel... This is unbelievable. They've been right in front of me for years and I didn't realize.
My father was right... and now I feel ashamed. All this time, I told him he was crazy, that there were no aliens. But there are, and he was right all along.
So what do I do? Take dad and Kyle and leave Roswell? They won't leave us alone... living on the run... no... I can't do that to them... I want to help them... the aliens... I just feel that they're not the enemy... I just need a sign... A sign that I can trust them, that they deserve being helped. Then again... if it took them so long to come forward and the situation that made them do it... Liz and the others... they must have known for a while, and they seem alright.
It's time. Max, Michael and I walk out into the main room of the museum. I turn to look at Pierce, who we left tied to a chair. No... he's moving... He reaches back... a gun... I take my own weapon and start firing. He moves to the side and I keep shooting. Damn... out of bullets, gotta reload. Quick... I'm almost done and I sense movement in front. He's back... I'm not ready... Michael steps up and throws out his hand... A bright light fills the room and I turn away.
When it stops, I look up. He's down. I walk to him carefully. I feel for a pulse... nothing. He's dead. I turn back and tell the kids. Wait... his gun... that's one of mine... Please no... I look around, and I see him instantly... Kyle... my boy... dear God no... I run to him and remove the things on top of him. He's shot... I shot my son... no...
"Look dad! I'm a sheriff like you!" he'd told me... he was five, wearing my hat and badge... "Here dad, take Mr. Squishells," he'd said, handing me his favorite stuffed animal, the night his mom left... didn't even cry, or at least not in front of me... he hit his first home run when he was nine... in Little League... he was so proud... so was I... Basketball... his car... watching games on television... Christmas meals at the Crashdown... the camping trip in Fraser woods... so many memories... Don't let it be the end... no...
Max... I ask him to heal him... save him... A sign... Why this? No... I feel him trembling in my arms... he's so scared... hold on son... just hold on, don't leave me... So much more for you to see... so much more for you to do... no... If he dies... I'll never forgive myself... I'd have killed my son... no... he'll live... please let him live.
I ask Max again. Please... He nods slowly. Yes... thank you... you'll live, son... you'll have a good life, a great life, a great life, I promise... Just don't leave me. This is my sign. Max will heal my son... he's not the enemy, none of them are... Just like before... we'll get through this, just wait and see... This isn't the end... it's hardly the beginning... You'll see...
Just hold on, son... Don't let go...
