PART 4
It was late. The clock was almost ten. He walked to the back stage. She was putting her jacket on and looked tired. She seemed to sense something and looked around but then turned to put something to her bag. She didn't spot him hiding in the shadows. She turned around and took her bag. Then she started to walk to his direction. Again she seemed to sense something but then shook her head and mumbled something. He couldn't make out what. Her steps got slower and slower when she got closer to him.
"Hello?" She called out. "Is anyone there?"
He didn't answer. He wanted to surprise her. She continued walking. "You're imgining things, DeLuca." She said quietly.
When she was infront of him he reached out and grabbed her from behind. He put his other hand around her to keep her arms in place and other to her mouth to prevent her from screaming. "Stay quiet and I'll remove my hand." He whispered and she nodded. Slowly he removed his hand from her mouth.
"Michael?" She whispered and tried to turn around but he prevented it.
"Nope. Not gonna happen. I like tis way." He said heavy New Your accent in his voice.
Maria's eyes got wide. Earlier and now she got this Michael feeling that she always got when he was near except now something was odd in it. She wondered it what it was but now she knew. Why couldn't she tell it sooner. She was in New York and the feeling was slightly different. "Rath?"
"That's right, girlie. Now we can have a little chat." He said and his lips touched her ear lobe.
Maria was scared. Rath was a killer. He had killed his Max. What was his name? Zan. He had killed Zan. What if he does something to her? Or worse. What if he does something to the baby? She couldn't take that risk. She had to try escape.
She felt his leg against her leg and had an idea. Quickly she stepped on his foot. Rath growled in pain and without noticing eased his hold of her. She pushed him away from her and took a step towards exit. She didn't get that far, though. Two seconds later she found herself her back against the wall facing very angry looking Rath. He had a hold of her upper arms preventing her to move.
"DONTCHA EVER DO THAT AGAIN, DO YA HEAR ME?!" He yelled and tightened his hold to make his point.
Maria winced and a tear rolled down her cheek. Rath immeaditely loosened his grip. He didn't know why he did so. He didn't mean to hurt her, it was a reaction. Something told him to protect her and now he was hurting her.
"I'm... I... didn't mean to..." He stammered and let go of her arms. He placed his hands against the wall on either side of her. "Are ya here alone?" She nodded. "Where's my dupe or the others?"
"In Roswell." She whispered and Rath was surprised.
"What? He let ya go to the big city all by yourself?" he asked and she turned her face away. "I think we need to talk but not here."
Rath turned her to face the exit and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He had her so that she couldn't escape.
"Where are you taking me?" Maria asked quietly, obviously in fear.
"To somewhere more private." He said and dragged her to an alley.
It was late. The clock was almost ten. He walked to the back stage. She was putting her jacket on and looked tired. She seemed to sense something and looked around but then turned to put something to her bag. She didn't spot him hiding in the shadows. She turned around and took her bag. Then she started to walk to his direction. Again she seemed to sense something but then shook her head and mumbled something. He couldn't make out what. Her steps got slower and slower when she got closer to him.
"Hello?" She called out. "Is anyone there?"
He didn't answer. He wanted to surprise her. She continued walking. "You're imgining things, DeLuca." She said quietly.
When she was infront of him he reached out and grabbed her from behind. He put his other hand around her to keep her arms in place and other to her mouth to prevent her from screaming. "Stay quiet and I'll remove my hand." He whispered and she nodded. Slowly he removed his hand from her mouth.
"Michael?" She whispered and tried to turn around but he prevented it.
"Nope. Not gonna happen. I like tis way." He said heavy New Your accent in his voice.
Maria's eyes got wide. Earlier and now she got this Michael feeling that she always got when he was near except now something was odd in it. She wondered it what it was but now she knew. Why couldn't she tell it sooner. She was in New York and the feeling was slightly different. "Rath?"
"That's right, girlie. Now we can have a little chat." He said and his lips touched her ear lobe.
Maria was scared. Rath was a killer. He had killed his Max. What was his name? Zan. He had killed Zan. What if he does something to her? Or worse. What if he does something to the baby? She couldn't take that risk. She had to try escape.
She felt his leg against her leg and had an idea. Quickly she stepped on his foot. Rath growled in pain and without noticing eased his hold of her. She pushed him away from her and took a step towards exit. She didn't get that far, though. Two seconds later she found herself her back against the wall facing very angry looking Rath. He had a hold of her upper arms preventing her to move.
"DONTCHA EVER DO THAT AGAIN, DO YA HEAR ME?!" He yelled and tightened his hold to make his point.
Maria winced and a tear rolled down her cheek. Rath immeaditely loosened his grip. He didn't know why he did so. He didn't mean to hurt her, it was a reaction. Something told him to protect her and now he was hurting her.
"I'm... I... didn't mean to..." He stammered and let go of her arms. He placed his hands against the wall on either side of her. "Are ya here alone?" She nodded. "Where's my dupe or the others?"
"In Roswell." She whispered and Rath was surprised.
"What? He let ya go to the big city all by yourself?" he asked and she turned her face away. "I think we need to talk but not here."
Rath turned her to face the exit and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He had her so that she couldn't escape.
"Where are you taking me?" Maria asked quietly, obviously in fear.
"To somewhere more private." He said and dragged her to an alley.
