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Early Morning Secrets 3/?
By: Clare
Rated: Pg-Pg13-R, don't quite know.
Feedback, Yes please I like, I like it Alot!
Michael kept his head on Maria's stomach for a good half hour. Even though
his tears subsided a little bit ago, he was hoping that maybe she'd reach up
with her good hand and run it threw his hair to re-assure him. He turned his
face and looked up at her, tear tracks still visible on his cheeks. She
looked exactly the same, no change except the marks on her face were a deep
red, almost purplish now. They almost seemed to taunt him. He was an alien,
with powers. He should be able to heal the marks, but couldn't, not yet
anyways.
Michael raised his head and stood, grabbing the bowl again before exiting the
room. He emptied it, and then went into his bathroom and looked on the wall
of the shower. When he found what he was looking for, he grabbed a clean bowl
of water, and returned to where Maria lay.
He set the bowl down on his Salvation Army nightstand, then poured some
Vanilla shampoo in his hands, and started to rub them together. He knew he
was probably a wuss for keeping Vanilla shampoo in his bathtub. But he loved
the smell it reminded him of Maria. Hell, he even had Vanilla air fresheners
all over the apartment.
Even if he couldn't heal her with his powers yet, he could wash her hair
perfectly with them. He lifted Maria's head and placed one soap covered hand
under it and placed the other hand on top. He stroked his hands all the way
down her long hair in one straight motion, until he got her hair all lathered
up.
Michael dipped his hands in the water, getting rid of the soap. He then
waved his hand over the soapy water, turning it clean again. Michael kept his
hands floating over the water for a minute absorbing it, then turned to Maria
and placed his hands over her hair, running his hands along it. The shampoo
was instantly gone revealing Maria's beautiful, long blond hair in its
natural color, not corrupted by the bloody red anymore. With one last swipe
Michael dried it completely, and ran his fingers threw the soft curls.
"Now Maria, if you wake up I can show you how I did that. Just don't ask me
to do it all the time, this isn't a salon." Michael said as he leaned down
and kissed the top of her head. He finished wrapping her burns in gauze, then
finished cleaning the rest of her battered body. He brought the sheets up to
her chest and covered her.
"I'll be right back." He whispered in her ear.
Michael walked over to his stained couch and made the blood disappear in one
stroke. He returned to the room and climbed in next to Maria, careful not to
touch her. He knew she'd be in pain when she woke up and he didn't want his
weight to add to it. Michael laid his hand over her left one, glad to have
some skin to skin contact with her.
He looked over at the clock and noticed it was almost 8am. Michael wanted to
sleep desperately, he felt it trying to overtake his body, but he wouldn't
give in and ended up watching Maria intently for the next couple of hours. If
she woke up he wanted to see it.
He looked again at the clock and noticed it was almost 11am. Usually he'd be
getting ready to watch Jerry Springer. He could get a laugh out of that show.
Those people on there always had crappy lives, just like him. Most of them
lived in trailer parks like he used to. Sometimes, he even thought he
recognized some of the people. When Michael turned back his heart almost
leapt out of his chest. 'Her eyes just moved, I think.' Michael lifted his
head and inched closer. Maria's eyes began to flutter.
"Come on, Come back to me Maria." Michael said to her face. Maria's eyes flew
open and she let out a terrified scream before realizing her surroundings.
Maria's eyes darted wildly to Michael face and he let out a breath he'd didn't know he'd been holding.
"Well atleast we know you haven't lost your voice." Michael joked, and smiled
at his pixie.
"Mi...chael..." she blinked her eyes a couple times sleepily but was
determined to stay awake. "Court...Courtney's dead..." Maria let out and
swallowed.
"Courtney can't be dead, I only had one chance to kill her, and missed. But
not next time. After what she did to you , I'm going to torture her, draw it
out so its really painfull." Michael started stroking Maria's hair
soothingly. "Now just rest, I'm going to try and heal you then you'll be back to your
old bickering self in no time." Michael said as he got into a kneeling
position on the floor.
"No..Michael..." Maria said with more force this time. She had to get this
out, she felt drowsy and knew she wouldn't be awake much longer. She couldn't
let him heal her, then he'd see everything...He'd know. "Michael..I killed
Courtney, she is dead." After saying that Maria turned her face away from
Michael's shocked look and passed out.
"Maria, Maria..?" Michael jumped off the floor with a concerned look on his
face. 'What the hell is going on?' He thought. 'Maria couldn't have killed
Courtney, she's an alien...maybe Maria had some high-tech FBI lab in her
closet or something. Maybe not.' Michael needed answers, quickly before he
lost his sanity.
"Lets re-think what we know." Michael said aloud. "First, the love of my life
is passed out in my bed, courtesy of some girl who decided to use her face as
a nail file. Another tidbit, my little angel just said she killed the girl, a
non-human girl." Michael looked at Maria and shook his head starting to feel
nervous. "She must be delirious." Michael picked up the phone and dialed a
familiar number.
"Hello?"
"Max you and Iz get over here now, your not gonna believe this. Pick up Liz
to, and hurry." Michael half-shouted into the phone before hanging up on Max
and returning to Maria's side. Panic was starting to set it.
Early Morning Secrets 3/?
By: Clare
Rated: Pg-Pg13-R, don't quite know.
Feedback, Yes please I like, I like it Alot!
Michael kept his head on Maria's stomach for a good half hour. Even though
his tears subsided a little bit ago, he was hoping that maybe she'd reach up
with her good hand and run it threw his hair to re-assure him. He turned his
face and looked up at her, tear tracks still visible on his cheeks. She
looked exactly the same, no change except the marks on her face were a deep
red, almost purplish now. They almost seemed to taunt him. He was an alien,
with powers. He should be able to heal the marks, but couldn't, not yet
anyways.
Michael raised his head and stood, grabbing the bowl again before exiting the
room. He emptied it, and then went into his bathroom and looked on the wall
of the shower. When he found what he was looking for, he grabbed a clean bowl
of water, and returned to where Maria lay.
He set the bowl down on his Salvation Army nightstand, then poured some
Vanilla shampoo in his hands, and started to rub them together. He knew he
was probably a wuss for keeping Vanilla shampoo in his bathtub. But he loved
the smell it reminded him of Maria. Hell, he even had Vanilla air fresheners
all over the apartment.
Even if he couldn't heal her with his powers yet, he could wash her hair
perfectly with them. He lifted Maria's head and placed one soap covered hand
under it and placed the other hand on top. He stroked his hands all the way
down her long hair in one straight motion, until he got her hair all lathered
up.
Michael dipped his hands in the water, getting rid of the soap. He then
waved his hand over the soapy water, turning it clean again. Michael kept his
hands floating over the water for a minute absorbing it, then turned to Maria
and placed his hands over her hair, running his hands along it. The shampoo
was instantly gone revealing Maria's beautiful, long blond hair in its
natural color, not corrupted by the bloody red anymore. With one last swipe
Michael dried it completely, and ran his fingers threw the soft curls.
"Now Maria, if you wake up I can show you how I did that. Just don't ask me
to do it all the time, this isn't a salon." Michael said as he leaned down
and kissed the top of her head. He finished wrapping her burns in gauze, then
finished cleaning the rest of her battered body. He brought the sheets up to
her chest and covered her.
"I'll be right back." He whispered in her ear.
Michael walked over to his stained couch and made the blood disappear in one
stroke. He returned to the room and climbed in next to Maria, careful not to
touch her. He knew she'd be in pain when she woke up and he didn't want his
weight to add to it. Michael laid his hand over her left one, glad to have
some skin to skin contact with her.
He looked over at the clock and noticed it was almost 8am. Michael wanted to
sleep desperately, he felt it trying to overtake his body, but he wouldn't
give in and ended up watching Maria intently for the next couple of hours. If
she woke up he wanted to see it.
He looked again at the clock and noticed it was almost 11am. Usually he'd be
getting ready to watch Jerry Springer. He could get a laugh out of that show.
Those people on there always had crappy lives, just like him. Most of them
lived in trailer parks like he used to. Sometimes, he even thought he
recognized some of the people. When Michael turned back his heart almost
leapt out of his chest. 'Her eyes just moved, I think.' Michael lifted his
head and inched closer. Maria's eyes began to flutter.
"Come on, Come back to me Maria." Michael said to her face. Maria's eyes flew
open and she let out a terrified scream before realizing her surroundings.
Maria's eyes darted wildly to Michael face and he let out a breath he'd didn't know he'd been holding.
"Well atleast we know you haven't lost your voice." Michael joked, and smiled
at his pixie.
"Mi...chael..." she blinked her eyes a couple times sleepily but was
determined to stay awake. "Court...Courtney's dead..." Maria let out and
swallowed.
"Courtney can't be dead, I only had one chance to kill her, and missed. But
not next time. After what she did to you , I'm going to torture her, draw it
out so its really painfull." Michael started stroking Maria's hair
soothingly. "Now just rest, I'm going to try and heal you then you'll be back to your
old bickering self in no time." Michael said as he got into a kneeling
position on the floor.
"No..Michael..." Maria said with more force this time. She had to get this
out, she felt drowsy and knew she wouldn't be awake much longer. She couldn't
let him heal her, then he'd see everything...He'd know. "Michael..I killed
Courtney, she is dead." After saying that Maria turned her face away from
Michael's shocked look and passed out.
"Maria, Maria..?" Michael jumped off the floor with a concerned look on his
face. 'What the hell is going on?' He thought. 'Maria couldn't have killed
Courtney, she's an alien...maybe Maria had some high-tech FBI lab in her
closet or something. Maybe not.' Michael needed answers, quickly before he
lost his sanity.
"Lets re-think what we know." Michael said aloud. "First, the love of my life
is passed out in my bed, courtesy of some girl who decided to use her face as
a nail file. Another tidbit, my little angel just said she killed the girl, a
non-human girl." Michael looked at Maria and shook his head starting to feel
nervous. "She must be delirious." Michael picked up the phone and dialed a
familiar number.
"Hello?"
"Max you and Iz get over here now, your not gonna believe this. Pick up Liz
to, and hurry." Michael half-shouted into the phone before hanging up on Max
and returning to Maria's side. Panic was starting to set it.