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Chapter 4
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There is nothing to fear, except fear itself.
~FDR

Entry #21
I talked to my parents a couple of days ago. They really want me to visit them. They said the customers at the Crashdown have been complaining. I think it would be nice to visit, but could I? It's such a small town, I'm bound to bump into one of the four. Maybe it's time I go and face the past. Connor is old enough to travel. Should I? Anyway Maria found herself a job here. She joined a band. They're really good, and Alex joined a computer firm. Who am I kidding? I'm avoiding the subject. Roswell or no. If I decide to go, its either now or never. Max or no Max.

Liz put down her pen and picked up Connor, "Hi, baby" she told her sleeping child. She cradled him in her arms. He looked just like Max. Just a baby version of him. The brown eyes, the beautiful smile, the head of hair, looked just like the man she left behind. Even the ears. But they were adorable. Just like Max. And he wasn't green.

Connor reminded her of the words a brilliant man once said:
"There's something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just right
It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight"

That brilliant man being Brandon Boyd of Incubus. Ok so he wasn't Einstein, but Einstein was never in a band. Liz was certain Incubus were alien abuctee's. All their lyrics dealt with space, cosmic nebulas, and ufos. Maybe that's what attracted her to them. Maybe.

The woman of science kept thinking about one thing. Was this actually Max's child? Her Max. It was a Max's child. So if Max from 14 years got her pregnant, what kind of timeline did this start. Will the end of the world still happen?? The world she saved could now be the world she will destroy with her baby.

Connor's powers are excelling. He's sort of a miniature version of Carrie. He cries because he wants his toy, but it's time to eat, he makes the ball bounce up and down. It's like being in a haunted house. Except you know who's doing the haunting. My own child. My own child, it's kinda funny saying that. Once he did that and he almost decapitated Alex. At least I didn't have a girl, imagine when she was PMS-ing. The Carrie will come out and her school's gym will be burned to the ground. Liz smiled to herself. Maybe that wasn't funny. Another grin.

She faced the window, she saw all the pedestrians. The sun was shining on her and Connor.

When Max healed her, it made her change. Liz too has powers. She discovered them when she was flipping channels with Maria. She was frustrated that the one hour that Connor wasn't crying there wasn't anything on TV, and she made the TV burst into flames. Maria quickly got a extinguisher and put it out. The 15 minutes of silence, were gone, Connor started to cry again.

Connor woke up, and started to cry. Liz put him back in his crib and went to the kitchen and got him a bottle of milk, when she noticed something was slipped underneath the door.

Bottle in hand, she picked up the letter and looked through the peep hole, to see if the person was still there. Call it habit. It starts when you know aliens. The letter was written in sloppy handwriting, it was like the person scribbled and just took off.

You are in danger. They are coming for you. You must take your child and leave. Go to Roswell, they will take care of you there. You will have protection. We will see to your safety to Roswell, but you must act now, or your baby will be taken from you. I cannot tell you much, but know that your son is sought after, a group in particular want the heir of Zan, but some of us do not believe in harming a child who is innocent. We are small in numbers, but we have allies scattered across the universe. Act now!

"What the hell is this?" Liz said. She put down the letter and sat down in the kitchen. She continued to look at it. She gently grazed her hand over the words and unexpectedly an electrical surge went through her body. Suddenly the room went black.

Dizziness came over Liz. She got up and noticed only a couple of minutes passed by. Whatever just happened, only happened a few minutes ago, yet it felt like she was in a coma for a very long time. Sort of like a fog, that wouldn't clear. She gripped her head in pain. It's been a while, since she got one of these headaches. She got up slowly and wobbled to the counter. She opened the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of aspirin. She wasn't sure want happened. She remembered she went to get Connor's bottle and she read a letter. That's it the letter!

Now it slowly started to return.

The flashes she received. Unlike she never received before. These were of the future. She saw herself and Connor at home, a trail of blood was seen, leading to herself. Connor by her side, playing with her hair, rocking gently, waiting for his mommy to wake up.

The next flash was of two men breaking down the door, scaring Connor. He starts to cry as the men approach him. The men grab Connor and a bright flash of whiteness covers the room and they disappear into the unknown.

Maria and Alex walking in, laughing about how he almost lost 30 million dollars at the computer firm, see their friend. Alex immediately turning a ghastly color of white and Maria falling to the floor in shock of all the blood.

Liz woke from her trance of reliving her flashes. She remembered what the letter had said and ran to the bedroom. She grabbed some clothes, things out in the open. She grabbed a pen and scribbled a note to Maria and Alex:


Guys,

Received a letter. It's on the table. Connor and I are in trouble. Possibly FBI. I'll call as soon as we get out of here.

~Liz

"Oh, God, what's happening?" Liz said to herself.

Fear.

A four letter word, a word so simple, yet its something that can drive a person mad. Or maybe dead. I've lived in fear for so long. Sometimes I wished it could all end. I was scared for Max, that he could get sick like Michael, I was scared when Max was taken into the White Room. I feared for him. I feared for everyone, but who will fear for me?? There are so many people around me, but I only feel close to Connor now. Sometimes I laugh at myself. Liz Parker, mother. No folks I didn't go to Harvard, like I wanted to, but instead I have an alien child. Don't get me wrong, I love Connor. With all my heart I do. He's the only person I can fully love. I guess my love life doesn't look to bright. "Look honey, you married a half human, half-alien, and your step son...alien, too." Yeah, right. Maria and Alex have moved on with their lives, they don't have a baby. They don't have ties with someone in Roswell. They don't have the FBI or whoever they are chasing after them. No, I do. Welcome to the life of Liz Parker, it sucks.

She stood in the middle of her bedroom. She stood quietly taking in her surroundings. She really got into Kyle's Buddha books, great for the soul, bad for Maria's herbal supply. She may never return here. Her transition to New Orleans was cut short. She would have to leave, take on a new identity and protect her child. Anything for Connor.

She took a deep breath, and concentrated hard. She listened carefully and heard Connor's breathing. A steady flow of blood. She went into his mind. He was thinking about the jar of tabasco cookies on the kitchen counter and how he could get a cookie without his mother knowing. He was in the next room, playing with his alien stuffed alien. Connor, knew nothing. Oblivious to what was going to happen, an innocent child. She asked her son, "Are you ok, baby?" "Yup," she heard in her mind. ESP, a wonderful thing.

Liz went to the other room, and grabbed Connor's blanket. Everything she needed, she had stuffed in two duffel bags. One for her and one for Connor. She grabbed Connor's carriage, and called her son over.

"Mommy, are we going to the park?" he asked. He got his cap, and put it on his head. He sat down, and looked up.

Those eyes.

Exactly like his father's.

"No, Connor, we are going somewhere else. Don't worry, we'll go to the park." She gave Connor a reassuring smile. "Off we go."

They exited the building, and they made a beeline for the car. A modest car considering their financial status. This was Jeff's birthday present to Liz. Little did he know this would be their getaway car.

Connor with his short little legs, climbed in the back, gripping his alien toy. Boy did he love alien toys.

Liz started the engine, she looked back towards her home and she saw the men from her flash. They were entering the building. Liz gasped and went into drive.

"Target moving, Obie 1, going north," Obie 2 said.

"Obie 2, this is Obie 1 I see target, going into pursuit."

A white van slowly followed the little black car. Carefully staying out of sight.

Liz had an eye out for the van. She noticed the van a couple of days ago parked outside of the apartment building, but paid no attention to it. She thought it was a van from the phone company. Some of the phones went out when a storm passed through. But now it was following her. She didn't know exactly where she was going. She planned to go to Florida, and stay with her aunt there, but that went out the window, when she saw the van. She decided that she would get out of New Orleans, and stop at a diner. There she would think of her next move.

But that would never happen.

The van started to pick up speed, as Liz got onto the highway. Lots of cars, Liz thought, they can't do anything here, there's too many witnesses.

"Obie 1, this is Yoda 1, target straight ahead, We have to get the heir, now. We may lose her."
Liz looked out the window, and the van was there. The window started to roll down, and Liz saw a man, looked perfectly human, well maybe not, considering he had elf ears.

"Pull over, now, pull over," he yelled.

Liz started to panic. Calm down. Clear head. C'mon you can do this. For the sake of Connor. Her thoughts were interrupted by the jolt of the car. Connor screamed as did Liz. The van was pushing itself into her black car. Liz swerved off the road. She tried to gained her composure, but the engine went out.

"Don't worry Connor."

I guess I shouldn't be thinking about this now, but a couple of days ago, Maria, Alex and myself were playing a board game. Appropriately called The Worst Case Scenario Survival Game and the question that I got to answer was something like 'How to lose someone who is following you in a car' and the choices were something to the effect, a) drive onto a highway and drive like a mad woman b) driving at or below the speed limit, run red lights, and head to a police station, or c) drive home as fast as you can, and honk the horn so the neighbors could hear you. Well I guess I picked the wrong answer, because I'm on a highway and I lost the damn game.

"Mommy, what happened?"

"Nothing, just a little accident, don't worry, everything is fine."

She turned the key, and it wouldn't start. She looked through the back window, they were coming. The van that had hit the side of the car, went off somewhere. She couldn't see it, but she did see 5 other SUV's.

"C'mon damn it, c'mon, you bastard," Liz said turning the key.

"Ohhhh, mommy cursed," Connor said.

"No, Con, I never said anything." She was getting frustrated. She looked to the front and to the back and men were coming out of their cars, they had guns in their hands, in position.

Liz put her hand on the steering wheel, remembering what she did, when Maria's Jetta went out and it worked. It actually worked! The car started to run, and Liz pressed her foot on the gas. She was headed straight for the men.

"Uh....Yoda 1, target about to run you down, get out of there....immediately." Obie 2 said.

Yoda 1 eyes enlarged, when he knew Obie 2 was right. He started to run.

Liz started to lose control of the wheel. She was being forced to do a 180ยบ. Somehow the men had control of the car. She tried to turn the wheel, to avoid a collision with other cars, but it wouldn't move. She tried to press on the brake, but it was stuck. She was going to crash, if someone didn't help.

The car came to a halt. How? She didn't know. She had suffered from whip lash. Her neck soared with pain. Blood trickled down her head from her eye brow. She looked around and saw Connor in the back seat. He was perfectly ok.

She heard shouting from outside. She didn't dare look, but curiosity and fear got the best of her and she did. She saw a group of man exit a blue van which looked liked the Mystery Van from Scooby Doo and they started arguing with the men in black, no pun intended. Liz took this as a sign and grabbed Connor and bolted out of the car. It didn't help that Liz was near a forest and had no sense of direction there. She heard in the background, shouts and knew that they knew she escaped. She ran faster, she carried Connor in her arms. Her legs were burning from the adrenaline rush. She tripped on a tree branch, and fell, she threw herself on the floor, while Connor landed on top of her. She looked back and saw the men, she got up and started to run again.

A loud sound made Liz jump, and a sharp pain hit her stomach. She felt something warm. Something hot and gooey. She looked down, and blood started to soak her white shirt. Someone shot her. It went right through her, and in between Connor's legs. Her knees started to buckle. She fell, she felt Connor being pulled away.

She was being left to die.

She remembered when she was shot in the Crashdown.

When Max healed her.

Everything was blurry.

No one was going to heal her now.

Colors mixed, sounds were louder.

No one at all.

The sky was getting darker.

Numbness.

Crying from a baby.

Darkness.

Drowsiness.

Laughter.

Blackness.

Max.


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