Title: "Heir to the Throne"
Author: CheapAndEvilGurl
E-mail: CheapAndEvilGurl@aol.com
Rating: R, for some language, and sexual content.
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell, or any of the characters. They are owned by
Melinda Metz, WB, or UPN and probably a buncha other people, but not me, so don't sue me.
Summary: Future Fic about Tess and Max's son, and will move onto the entire Roswell group, minus Tess.
Category: Uh...so far, it doesn't really have one. It will eventually be all the couples, just a basic Roswell Fic.
Author's Notes: I'd love some feedback. This is my first future Fic, and some of it may be wrong, or whatever, but uhm...I thought I'd try the story out, let me know if you like it. And I'm kind of thinking, that maybe there is already a story with this name, and if it is, and it's yours, I'm sorry, and I'll change it. I know the story is mine, but I may have heard the title somewhere else. Enjoy.
"You are the heir to the throne, Maxwell." She always told me that. Every day, several times a day. She had instilled it in me from the day I was born, until now, at the ripe age of twelve. She named me Maxwell, after him, but she never called me *Max.* It was always Maxwell. I had curly blonde hair, like hers, kept longer than I liked. And her blue eyes. But she always said I looked like my father. One day, when I was very little, I asked her about him.
"Mama? Why don't I have a daddy?" Her eyes became wet and her lip quivered.
"He's dead. Died. Before you were born." She turned away from me then.
"Why was his name?"
"Max. Just like you. His name was Max."
That was all she ever really told me. As the years passed, she occasionally mentioned other things, like hair color, or the time they had spent together. But it was never much, and never detailed.
It was summer. Though, you wouldn't really know it. The temperature was regulated here, never too hot, never too cold. That summer, things started changing.....
I was dreaming. I could see man. Tall, brown hair. He was sitting on a dark green couch, in a room, watching a large box, with moving pictures on it. Television, it had to be. The graphics were so old, the people looked different. I was confused. And then things got even more confusing, when a beautiful, dark haired woman entered the picture. She slid onto the couch, into the waiting arms of the man. They hugged, and kissed, and started talking. They seemed so animated, and happy. I looked at the man again, he seemed to familiar...where did I know him from?
I was awakened to the sound of my mother screaming. We lived in nice quarters, the best possible, really, but my mother's room was right next to my own, and I could hear her troubled yelps clearly. I dashed out of my bed, and into her room. She was talking, screaming........in her sleep. I stood by the doorway, and listened.
"Alex....I'm so sorry, Alex. I didn't mean to kill him, Max, I didn't, I swear. I'm your wife, Max, you have to love me...Alex...Alex, I'm sorry."
She moaned into her pillow, then turned over, and continued to babble, until it was quiet again. Alex? Who was Alex?
The next morning, I walked into the kitchen, and looked at my mother. Her short blonde curls were frizzy, and dirty looking. Dark circles surrounded her puffy eyes, and her complexion was pale.
"Who's Alex?" I asked. She looked up, her eyes wide.
"Alex...." She whispered, her eyes darting back and forth. "He's here. He won't leave me alone. I didn't mean to, I didn't." She looked at me. "You look like your father." My mother jumped up from the table, and looked around, her eyes wild. I stood there, like an idiot, not sure of what to do. Suddenly, she pushes the table over, dishes landing on the floor, breaking. And then she screamed. Oh man, did she scream. She raised her arms, and opened her mouth, and screamed. An agonizing, terrified scream ripped through her body.
"Alex, "She screamed. "Alex, I didn't mean to kill you." Our sectional door opened, followed by Kivar, and a few of his men.
"What did I tell you, Tess? This is it. This is the last straw, you bitch." He pulled her up, and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her into her bedroom. She screamed harder, and punched his back, her small fists beating him. I stepped forward.
"Mom? What's going on? Stop..." A guard grabbed me, and held me still. I didn't move. I knew better then to try and fight one of Kivar's men. My mother continued to scream, and then Kivar appeared at the door.
"Come here, young Maxwell. I want you to see this, THIS...is something you will never forget." My body started shaking, and I swallowed hard. Kivar's main man, Tatun, pushed me until I walked, and then we stopped at my mother's door. Kivar had bound her wrists and legs to the bed. He reached out, and slapped her tear streaked face. He slapped again, and again, and she started to cry harder. I tried to look away, but Kivar roared.
"Watch....watch and see what your mother deserves." He punched her jaw, and then her neck, beating her mercilessly. She was on the verge of passing out, I could tell. And then her head roller over to the side, and she saw me.
"Please....don't let him see, Kivar. You promised he would never see."
"And you promised to control yourself, but you fucked up again, didn't you, Tess? Didn't you!!" She closed her eyes, and Kivar undressed, until he was naked from the waist down. And then right before my innocent eyes, he forced himself on her. She twisted, and turned beneath him, screaming and struggling, as he forced himself into her body, violently. I saw then, her naked body, bruised everywhere. It was awful, bruises of dark purple, almost black covered nearly her entire body. And then, as I waited for it to end, still inside my mother, Kivar reached up, and took her head in his hands. He planted a kiss on her lip, and then snapped her neck. She was dead. Oh no, she was dead. He killed her. I gasped, and let out a small scream, before I passed out, and everything went black.
I woke up. The room was dark, and I felt dead, drugged. I tried to raise my arm, but it felt so heavy. There were no windows, and one door, which was shut. I tried to speak, to call out.
"Arggphl...." was all that came out. I closed my eyes, feeling dizzy and sick, when two people entered my room.
"What should we do with him, Sir?" I recognized Tatun's voice, and then Kivar's, when he replied.
"Keep him here, and keep him drugged. We'll warp his mind, and make him believe his mother tried to kill him, or such other nonsense. He is, the heir to the throne, and we must keep him under our thumb." They walked out, and shut the door. Kivar killed my mother, I thought. Kivar killed her. I closed my eyes again, unable to keep them open, and fell back into a deep sleep.
"Yo, kid, wake up." Someone was shaking me. "Yo. C'mon, dawg, I don't have all day, jus wake up, will ya?" I opened my eyes. She was tall, with short dirty blonde hair, heavy black makeup around her eyes. A dark green tank top covered her heaving chest, and she wore greenish army pants. Black bracelets covered her arms.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely audible.
"I'm your guardian angel, what do you care? I'm here to get you outta here, fool." She shook her head. "Snaps, I'm risking my own life to save you, and you still gotta hate. You look like Zan, and a little like Ava. Wonda whatever happened to that little....nevermind. Let's go, kid." Ava? Zan? Who were they? I wondered. She picked me up, and held me in her arms. I still felt weak, and tired, and I could barely move. She ran down hallways, and past doors, and out of the quarters we were in. She kept running, and then I heard loud sirens, the sirens that went off when a criminal escaped.
"Shit, yo, there gonna kill me, I know it." She said, mostly to herself, as she ran down the rocky pathway, until she got to a small ship. It was an Elco, a small, one man ship. You set it, and then it automatically took you where ever. She set me in it, and locked me in the seat.
"Why are you doing this?" She bit down on her lip, and looked around. "For Zan, ok. I owe Zan. Now, you gotta remember this kid. Find Zan...er...Max. Max Evans. Or this little alien restaurant, or something. There's also this...cop guy. His name is Valenti. He's the man, ok, he'll help you out. Remember that, kid." She turned a dial, and shut the portal, and it immediately started to shake. She took a few steps back, and then ran.
"Thank you..." I muttered, before my eyes closed, and my body gave out. I tried to remember what the dial, said. Where she was sending me....ah, yes. Earth. I was going to Earth.
To be continued.....
Author: CheapAndEvilGurl
E-mail: CheapAndEvilGurl@aol.com
Rating: R, for some language, and sexual content.
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell, or any of the characters. They are owned by
Melinda Metz, WB, or UPN and probably a buncha other people, but not me, so don't sue me.
Summary: Future Fic about Tess and Max's son, and will move onto the entire Roswell group, minus Tess.
Category: Uh...so far, it doesn't really have one. It will eventually be all the couples, just a basic Roswell Fic.
Author's Notes: I'd love some feedback. This is my first future Fic, and some of it may be wrong, or whatever, but uhm...I thought I'd try the story out, let me know if you like it. And I'm kind of thinking, that maybe there is already a story with this name, and if it is, and it's yours, I'm sorry, and I'll change it. I know the story is mine, but I may have heard the title somewhere else. Enjoy.
"You are the heir to the throne, Maxwell." She always told me that. Every day, several times a day. She had instilled it in me from the day I was born, until now, at the ripe age of twelve. She named me Maxwell, after him, but she never called me *Max.* It was always Maxwell. I had curly blonde hair, like hers, kept longer than I liked. And her blue eyes. But she always said I looked like my father. One day, when I was very little, I asked her about him.
"Mama? Why don't I have a daddy?" Her eyes became wet and her lip quivered.
"He's dead. Died. Before you were born." She turned away from me then.
"Why was his name?"
"Max. Just like you. His name was Max."
That was all she ever really told me. As the years passed, she occasionally mentioned other things, like hair color, or the time they had spent together. But it was never much, and never detailed.
It was summer. Though, you wouldn't really know it. The temperature was regulated here, never too hot, never too cold. That summer, things started changing.....
I was dreaming. I could see man. Tall, brown hair. He was sitting on a dark green couch, in a room, watching a large box, with moving pictures on it. Television, it had to be. The graphics were so old, the people looked different. I was confused. And then things got even more confusing, when a beautiful, dark haired woman entered the picture. She slid onto the couch, into the waiting arms of the man. They hugged, and kissed, and started talking. They seemed so animated, and happy. I looked at the man again, he seemed to familiar...where did I know him from?
I was awakened to the sound of my mother screaming. We lived in nice quarters, the best possible, really, but my mother's room was right next to my own, and I could hear her troubled yelps clearly. I dashed out of my bed, and into her room. She was talking, screaming........in her sleep. I stood by the doorway, and listened.
"Alex....I'm so sorry, Alex. I didn't mean to kill him, Max, I didn't, I swear. I'm your wife, Max, you have to love me...Alex...Alex, I'm sorry."
She moaned into her pillow, then turned over, and continued to babble, until it was quiet again. Alex? Who was Alex?
The next morning, I walked into the kitchen, and looked at my mother. Her short blonde curls were frizzy, and dirty looking. Dark circles surrounded her puffy eyes, and her complexion was pale.
"Who's Alex?" I asked. She looked up, her eyes wide.
"Alex...." She whispered, her eyes darting back and forth. "He's here. He won't leave me alone. I didn't mean to, I didn't." She looked at me. "You look like your father." My mother jumped up from the table, and looked around, her eyes wild. I stood there, like an idiot, not sure of what to do. Suddenly, she pushes the table over, dishes landing on the floor, breaking. And then she screamed. Oh man, did she scream. She raised her arms, and opened her mouth, and screamed. An agonizing, terrified scream ripped through her body.
"Alex, "She screamed. "Alex, I didn't mean to kill you." Our sectional door opened, followed by Kivar, and a few of his men.
"What did I tell you, Tess? This is it. This is the last straw, you bitch." He pulled her up, and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her into her bedroom. She screamed harder, and punched his back, her small fists beating him. I stepped forward.
"Mom? What's going on? Stop..." A guard grabbed me, and held me still. I didn't move. I knew better then to try and fight one of Kivar's men. My mother continued to scream, and then Kivar appeared at the door.
"Come here, young Maxwell. I want you to see this, THIS...is something you will never forget." My body started shaking, and I swallowed hard. Kivar's main man, Tatun, pushed me until I walked, and then we stopped at my mother's door. Kivar had bound her wrists and legs to the bed. He reached out, and slapped her tear streaked face. He slapped again, and again, and she started to cry harder. I tried to look away, but Kivar roared.
"Watch....watch and see what your mother deserves." He punched her jaw, and then her neck, beating her mercilessly. She was on the verge of passing out, I could tell. And then her head roller over to the side, and she saw me.
"Please....don't let him see, Kivar. You promised he would never see."
"And you promised to control yourself, but you fucked up again, didn't you, Tess? Didn't you!!" She closed her eyes, and Kivar undressed, until he was naked from the waist down. And then right before my innocent eyes, he forced himself on her. She twisted, and turned beneath him, screaming and struggling, as he forced himself into her body, violently. I saw then, her naked body, bruised everywhere. It was awful, bruises of dark purple, almost black covered nearly her entire body. And then, as I waited for it to end, still inside my mother, Kivar reached up, and took her head in his hands. He planted a kiss on her lip, and then snapped her neck. She was dead. Oh no, she was dead. He killed her. I gasped, and let out a small scream, before I passed out, and everything went black.
I woke up. The room was dark, and I felt dead, drugged. I tried to raise my arm, but it felt so heavy. There were no windows, and one door, which was shut. I tried to speak, to call out.
"Arggphl...." was all that came out. I closed my eyes, feeling dizzy and sick, when two people entered my room.
"What should we do with him, Sir?" I recognized Tatun's voice, and then Kivar's, when he replied.
"Keep him here, and keep him drugged. We'll warp his mind, and make him believe his mother tried to kill him, or such other nonsense. He is, the heir to the throne, and we must keep him under our thumb." They walked out, and shut the door. Kivar killed my mother, I thought. Kivar killed her. I closed my eyes again, unable to keep them open, and fell back into a deep sleep.
"Yo, kid, wake up." Someone was shaking me. "Yo. C'mon, dawg, I don't have all day, jus wake up, will ya?" I opened my eyes. She was tall, with short dirty blonde hair, heavy black makeup around her eyes. A dark green tank top covered her heaving chest, and she wore greenish army pants. Black bracelets covered her arms.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely audible.
"I'm your guardian angel, what do you care? I'm here to get you outta here, fool." She shook her head. "Snaps, I'm risking my own life to save you, and you still gotta hate. You look like Zan, and a little like Ava. Wonda whatever happened to that little....nevermind. Let's go, kid." Ava? Zan? Who were they? I wondered. She picked me up, and held me in her arms. I still felt weak, and tired, and I could barely move. She ran down hallways, and past doors, and out of the quarters we were in. She kept running, and then I heard loud sirens, the sirens that went off when a criminal escaped.
"Shit, yo, there gonna kill me, I know it." She said, mostly to herself, as she ran down the rocky pathway, until she got to a small ship. It was an Elco, a small, one man ship. You set it, and then it automatically took you where ever. She set me in it, and locked me in the seat.
"Why are you doing this?" She bit down on her lip, and looked around. "For Zan, ok. I owe Zan. Now, you gotta remember this kid. Find Zan...er...Max. Max Evans. Or this little alien restaurant, or something. There's also this...cop guy. His name is Valenti. He's the man, ok, he'll help you out. Remember that, kid." She turned a dial, and shut the portal, and it immediately started to shake. She took a few steps back, and then ran.
"Thank you..." I muttered, before my eyes closed, and my body gave out. I tried to remember what the dial, said. Where she was sending me....ah, yes. Earth. I was going to Earth.
To be continued.....