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Chapter One
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You know how people say things can happen in an instant? So beyond your grasp of time that you can't change it's course? I never thought that to be true till now. My senses have always been alert—taut. There's always a danger lurking out there that has crept behind me quietly, as if mocking me by breathing down my back with stealth. Sometimes I turn, unexpected, and find nothing there.
I'd always been alert, and just when that danger struck I found myself surprised. I wasn't alert when—hell—that lame ass excuse for a second in command pushed me down to face the mouth of a sputtering truck. Rath. Always spouting about how he should have been King. He'd lost his second title the day we crawled out of the pods and into a sewer with lack of food—obviously we weren't that important if our fucking elders left us for dead. It would be a year before I found out our history, and that we were in fact, rejects. A freak accident that was fixed with another set of pods.
Since our elders, as fucked up as they were, created us, Lonnie and Rath longed to be reinstated to their Royal titles. I wouldn't let it happen, though. I wouldn't let them prove how worthy they could be. I never wanted the damn title—I didn't want to be nobody's bitch and I wasn't about to succumb to a weird past that would eventually come back to bite me in the ass—probably leaving me for dead.
That damn truck hit me but my awareness seemed to have gained on me as I rolled under the truck to the other side of the alley. I moved my hand over my body, healing myself quickly, and then shot my hand out to protect myself. Dumb fucks. Didn't even wait to see if I was dead. They just assumed I was, and left me for a supposed death I wasn't ready to give into.
So I moved on, bitter because even though I knew Lonnie and Rath were out to get me I was sure I had Ava on my side. Ava. She was quiet, kept to herself, yet pretty. She wasn't up to my standards though, if you catch what I'm saying. I knew she loved me, wanted me to love her too, but I couldn't bring myself to get the chance to really know what made her tick. I was just too focused on becoming my own person. Good thing I'd done that, cause the bitch had two-timed me for some slime ass idiots that were going to end up getting killed before they ever got to Antar.
I guess they're right when they say, 'Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.' And in this case, I was Rath and Lonnie's' enemies. Rath's pretty unfortunate though, because if he'd stop ogling over Lonnie's tits for two minutes he might realize her thirst to get on Antar. One that will ultimately bring him to his death, because he's blinded by a lust that I wouldn't think would happen in my shittiest dreams. I never had much to look for in life, but now I do. I figure the only way I'll get my freedom out of this poor excuse for a soap opera is take out my enemies and secure the lives of the other Royal Four. I figure if I keep 'em clear of Lonnie and Rath, they'll get to fulfill their twisted duties later in life and I'll be kept in my peace. Only way to secure that is to kill my family, if you could call them that.
There's always a price to pay for vanity, and Lonnie and Rath have to pay for theirs. So I stole a pick-up truck, intent on catching up with the three and taking them out. But no such luck. I figure they'll scope out Roswell a day or two though, feel out the group. As I said, dumb fucks. I'll make my move while they got their head stuck up their asses. "Hey, doe."
The man behind the cash register looked up, and a surprised look came upon his face. I figured it was because of my appearance, and I smirked. "What'd you say?" he finally grumbled out, as if his new tone would scare me off.
"What's the quickest route to Roswell?"
He finally sighed in relief; probably half expecting I'd slice and dice him. He pointed out the window to a dusty road behind them. "Take that road down there and you'll be there by tomorrow morning."
I looked past the gas station and chuckled. Boy, were they in for a surprise. "Cornball."
~*~
Liz stood, tapping her fingers on the counter, her eyes trained precariously on Michael. He grunted as he flipped a burger and Liz let out a huff of anger. "Michael, when am I going to get my order of two Will Smith's with a side of Saturn rings?"
"They'll get it when they get it." Michael told her, not looking up as he worked the grill with fervor. Jose had gotten sick with the flu the night before, and Michael was forced to pick up the reins and pull in two shifts. It was exhausting.
Liz's taps became less light, as if they were pounding into the counter to make Michael get her order out faster. "And can you stop with that racquet? It messes up my concentration." Michael snapped, watching Liz with a smirk as she rolled her eyes and finally walked away.
Liz entered the break room, sighing as she finally plopped onto the couch with a soft thud. The past few weeks had been tiring, to say the least. First Future Max had shown up, then the disappearance with the whole town, then the Skins, and now Max's obvious distance from her.
She knew it was to be expected, because she'd sacrificed her love for the well being of billions, but she still couldn't help but be a little heartbroken. Even though she'd left for Florida that previous summer, part of her had always hoped she and Max would end up together. Looked like that would never be in her dreams again.
"You too?"
Liz looked up to see Maria, obviously furious, standing above Liz. She looked towards the kitchen and saw the scowl placed perfectly on Michael's face. It seemed she wasn't the only one mad with the brooding alien. She nodded, and Maria sat next to her. She knew she had been a bit rash back at the counter, but with all she'd had dealt with lately she couldn't help but snap.
She knew it wasn't Michael's fault, and that he too was just trying to take it all in. Especially after Courtney had died. "Is he taking Courtney's death pretty hard?" Liz asked. Maria frowned for a moment, as if the subject was still a bit touchy, but then silently nodded her confirmation.
"Just further proves my point that he was attracted to the girl," Maria finally spoke, "I think I actually mean it now when I say it's over. I just had a relationship in my head that was never there. It hasn't been since the starting of last summer."
Liz gave her sullen friend a sympathetic look, "Come on, Maria. You don't know that." But neither did she. Though she and Michael were in the same group, they were far from best friends. More like strangers brought together by the love of their best friends. Funny. Seemed that title had been shattered as of recent for both.
"I don't know, Liz. I'm not sure it's going to work out." They sat silent for a moment, both caught up in the thoughts of their own crumbling relationships. Michael finally cleared his throat from the kitchen, as if to say their orders were up.
Maria sighed beside her, and then got up. She planted a careful smile on her face, and Liz wondered how she'd manage that after all the turmoil they'd been through lately. "Come on. Let's go give Spaceboy a taste of our sistah style," Maria kidded her friend, finally eliciting a smile from Liz. She grabbed Maria's hand, and they left the break room to finish their shifts.
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Zan slipped into the Evan's home through Max's window, which strangely enough, had been left unlocked. "Anyone 'round here know how'd-a lock their doors?" He heard the faint sound of the water running from a closed door to the left of him, and by the looks of the room, figured his other half, Max, was taking a shower.
Thinking he had a few minutes to situate himself, he made his way to the closet to see what type of style his twin was sporting. He searched the rack, various looks of disgust and horror crossing over his face. Kid sure knew how to clean up. He lifted his black and tattered shirt off his body and took a blue-collared, button down shirt from the rack and silently put it on, his hands moving from top to bottom to secure the buttons with his powers.
He then looked down, knowing his baggy black jeans would make him look a bit out of place. He changed the color to blue, moving his hand over the various holes from fucking around and getting into fights to make the jeans look neat. The holes were gone, and Zan grumbled to himself as he looked in the mirror. He'd probably look the spitting image of Max Evans, were it not for his spikes, tattoos, and piercings. He finally shrugged, going over to the dresser to pick out some socks.
He opened the first drawer, instead finding something more enlightening. It was a small frame, and he turned it over to see a dark haired girl smiling softly. He chuckled, "This must be the Missus." He studied her for a moment, thinking she was a bit too frigid for his tastes.
He put it back in its place then, grabbing some socks and quickly but carefully slipping them on so as not to disturb his twin, who had shut the shower off. Better to surprise him rather than make him think something was up. The boy finally filed out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel around his waist. He turned, his mouth dropping open almost instantly at the site of Zan in his clothes. "Who are you?" he finally asked incredulously.
"Your new best friend," Zan simply replied, throwing a punch that knocked him out. He smirked. Piece of cake.
~*~
Max's eyes finally fluttered open, and he looked down to see he was sitting in his desk chair, both of his arms securely tied behind the chair, preventing him from trying to get up, much less try and tackle the person that had knocked him out. His gaze finally refocused to the light, and he looked over to see a look-alike of him sitting on the bed, his arms above his head as if he were resting. Max breathed out a sigh of relief, ready to use his powers to undo the ropes.
"Wouldn't do that if I were you. 'Cause you more harm than good," his apparent twin finally spoke, a smirk displayed on his face. Max grunted, the ropes seamlessly tightening, and he finally relaxed in the chair—if that was at all possible.
"What do you want?" Max managed to ask, remembering when Nasaedo had shape- shifted into him. He knew whoever this was though it definitely wasn't Nasaedo. Nasaedo was dead. This had to be another shapeshifter.
"Here to help ya out," Zan told him, "You just gotta listen."
Max scoffed, thinking the idea absurd. "And why would you expect me to do that?" The thing that struck him peculiar though, was that while this was the spitting image of him there were slight differences. His hair was in long spikes, jutting out like crazy. He also had piercings in his face. Max tried to think why a shapeshifter would alter Max's appearance so drastically, but then resigned himself.
"Don't seem like your in the position to be makin' that call, now are ya?" Zan spoke with a new bitterness to his tone. Max quieted, waiting for him to begin.
"Do you know who I am then?" Zan finally asked, his question obviously impatient. The question had definitely caught Max by surprise. What a silly question to ask. Why would a shapeshifter care if he knew who he really was or not? Didn't he usually just execute whatever plan he'd had? Max had a feeling this plan, whatever his supposed twin had, wouldn't be good.
"You're a shapeshifter, I presume," Max answered honestly, not sure what else to say. The man chuckled, a smirk once again gracing his face.
"Guess your protector decided to let a few details slide, eh?" At Max's confusion, he continued, "Name's Zan. I'm your other half."
Realization dawned on Max, and he finally understood. He vaguely remembered the story Michael had told him about how there were originally eight pods from the crash, and that the other four were missing. What were in those pods was unknown. Now he knew.
"I know there were eight pods," Max finally spoke, "What are you doing here though?"
Zan finally got up from his spot, beginning a steady pace in Max's room. Max was beginning to get impatient, but he knew he was in no position to call the shots so he sat tied up, and silent.
Zan finally started speaking though. "Goes like this: guys up there," Zan pointed to the air, "called a meeting. It's the Summit. They want the Royal Four, and they need their King," Zan pointed between Max and him, "Don't have no idea what's going down, but I don't want to take no part in it. We got contacted, you see. And the other three of my group," Zan laughed dryly, "didn't seem to agree with my decision. So they tried to kill me."
He paused, and Max finally found the courage to speak. "That still doesn't explain why you're here."
Zan waved him off. "It sure does. They're coming to town, Maxie boy. Probably already here, staking out your place. Which is why we gotta move fast."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that Lonnie and Rath are goin' to trick you into goin to the Summit. But you gotta refuse," Zan paused for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts and then spoke. "That's why I'm here. I'm gonna take your place for a few days to make sure things go smooth. Then I'll be outta your hair."
Max listened intently; sure he had some hidden agenda. He looked at his duplicate, looking for any signs that he was lying. He found none. He sighed, using his powers to untie the ropes. He got up, facing off with his twin. "Why can't I just do this myself? Why do you have to take my place?" Max asked, understanding his concern, but wondering why he'd take over Max's life for a few days. Max could just refuse it himself, with the new information.
"'Cause I got some business to take care with them, if you know what I mean," Zan said sternly, "Wanna catch 'em by surprise." Max's eyes widened, and he ran his hand shakily through his shaggy hair. "It's either this or your friends could be in some real danger. Dead," Zan emphasized, "and all that bad shit."
Max's face looked grave, as if he was finally buying into the whole plan. He didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit. But he was willing to comply, seeing as Zan had some scores to settle and Max wasn't sure he was up to deal with the alien business. His tryst with Liz had shattered, as of late, and he was still trying to mend his broken heart.
"Okay. I'll let you pretend to be me for a few days." Max gave in, sitting back in the desk chair again, minus the ropes.
"Cornball, dude," Zan chuckled, and Max gave him a strange look. Zan then straightened up, moving his hand over his face to rid of the piercings. He then ran it over his head, making him the exact image of Max Evans. Max shook his head, which was still reeling with all the new information.
"Don't worry, Chief. Just hang around your room a few days, and I'll take care of everythin.'" Zan said, opening the door to Max's room. "Later." He exited the room, as if he'd never been.
Max pinched his nose, not feeling good about the situation. "Yeah, later." He shook his head, finally getting up to dress. He wasn't sure what he was going to do for the next couple of days, but one of the things he was certain was that he'd be worrying indefinitely of the groups' reaction to the dupes. He hoped he'd made the right decision, but wasn't certain. He finally made his way to his closet; discarding the towel as he began to dress.
~*~
Chapter One
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You know how people say things can happen in an instant? So beyond your grasp of time that you can't change it's course? I never thought that to be true till now. My senses have always been alert—taut. There's always a danger lurking out there that has crept behind me quietly, as if mocking me by breathing down my back with stealth. Sometimes I turn, unexpected, and find nothing there.
I'd always been alert, and just when that danger struck I found myself surprised. I wasn't alert when—hell—that lame ass excuse for a second in command pushed me down to face the mouth of a sputtering truck. Rath. Always spouting about how he should have been King. He'd lost his second title the day we crawled out of the pods and into a sewer with lack of food—obviously we weren't that important if our fucking elders left us for dead. It would be a year before I found out our history, and that we were in fact, rejects. A freak accident that was fixed with another set of pods.
Since our elders, as fucked up as they were, created us, Lonnie and Rath longed to be reinstated to their Royal titles. I wouldn't let it happen, though. I wouldn't let them prove how worthy they could be. I never wanted the damn title—I didn't want to be nobody's bitch and I wasn't about to succumb to a weird past that would eventually come back to bite me in the ass—probably leaving me for dead.
That damn truck hit me but my awareness seemed to have gained on me as I rolled under the truck to the other side of the alley. I moved my hand over my body, healing myself quickly, and then shot my hand out to protect myself. Dumb fucks. Didn't even wait to see if I was dead. They just assumed I was, and left me for a supposed death I wasn't ready to give into.
So I moved on, bitter because even though I knew Lonnie and Rath were out to get me I was sure I had Ava on my side. Ava. She was quiet, kept to herself, yet pretty. She wasn't up to my standards though, if you catch what I'm saying. I knew she loved me, wanted me to love her too, but I couldn't bring myself to get the chance to really know what made her tick. I was just too focused on becoming my own person. Good thing I'd done that, cause the bitch had two-timed me for some slime ass idiots that were going to end up getting killed before they ever got to Antar.
I guess they're right when they say, 'Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.' And in this case, I was Rath and Lonnie's' enemies. Rath's pretty unfortunate though, because if he'd stop ogling over Lonnie's tits for two minutes he might realize her thirst to get on Antar. One that will ultimately bring him to his death, because he's blinded by a lust that I wouldn't think would happen in my shittiest dreams. I never had much to look for in life, but now I do. I figure the only way I'll get my freedom out of this poor excuse for a soap opera is take out my enemies and secure the lives of the other Royal Four. I figure if I keep 'em clear of Lonnie and Rath, they'll get to fulfill their twisted duties later in life and I'll be kept in my peace. Only way to secure that is to kill my family, if you could call them that.
There's always a price to pay for vanity, and Lonnie and Rath have to pay for theirs. So I stole a pick-up truck, intent on catching up with the three and taking them out. But no such luck. I figure they'll scope out Roswell a day or two though, feel out the group. As I said, dumb fucks. I'll make my move while they got their head stuck up their asses. "Hey, doe."
The man behind the cash register looked up, and a surprised look came upon his face. I figured it was because of my appearance, and I smirked. "What'd you say?" he finally grumbled out, as if his new tone would scare me off.
"What's the quickest route to Roswell?"
He finally sighed in relief; probably half expecting I'd slice and dice him. He pointed out the window to a dusty road behind them. "Take that road down there and you'll be there by tomorrow morning."
I looked past the gas station and chuckled. Boy, were they in for a surprise. "Cornball."
~*~
Liz stood, tapping her fingers on the counter, her eyes trained precariously on Michael. He grunted as he flipped a burger and Liz let out a huff of anger. "Michael, when am I going to get my order of two Will Smith's with a side of Saturn rings?"
"They'll get it when they get it." Michael told her, not looking up as he worked the grill with fervor. Jose had gotten sick with the flu the night before, and Michael was forced to pick up the reins and pull in two shifts. It was exhausting.
Liz's taps became less light, as if they were pounding into the counter to make Michael get her order out faster. "And can you stop with that racquet? It messes up my concentration." Michael snapped, watching Liz with a smirk as she rolled her eyes and finally walked away.
Liz entered the break room, sighing as she finally plopped onto the couch with a soft thud. The past few weeks had been tiring, to say the least. First Future Max had shown up, then the disappearance with the whole town, then the Skins, and now Max's obvious distance from her.
She knew it was to be expected, because she'd sacrificed her love for the well being of billions, but she still couldn't help but be a little heartbroken. Even though she'd left for Florida that previous summer, part of her had always hoped she and Max would end up together. Looked like that would never be in her dreams again.
"You too?"
Liz looked up to see Maria, obviously furious, standing above Liz. She looked towards the kitchen and saw the scowl placed perfectly on Michael's face. It seemed she wasn't the only one mad with the brooding alien. She nodded, and Maria sat next to her. She knew she had been a bit rash back at the counter, but with all she'd had dealt with lately she couldn't help but snap.
She knew it wasn't Michael's fault, and that he too was just trying to take it all in. Especially after Courtney had died. "Is he taking Courtney's death pretty hard?" Liz asked. Maria frowned for a moment, as if the subject was still a bit touchy, but then silently nodded her confirmation.
"Just further proves my point that he was attracted to the girl," Maria finally spoke, "I think I actually mean it now when I say it's over. I just had a relationship in my head that was never there. It hasn't been since the starting of last summer."
Liz gave her sullen friend a sympathetic look, "Come on, Maria. You don't know that." But neither did she. Though she and Michael were in the same group, they were far from best friends. More like strangers brought together by the love of their best friends. Funny. Seemed that title had been shattered as of recent for both.
"I don't know, Liz. I'm not sure it's going to work out." They sat silent for a moment, both caught up in the thoughts of their own crumbling relationships. Michael finally cleared his throat from the kitchen, as if to say their orders were up.
Maria sighed beside her, and then got up. She planted a careful smile on her face, and Liz wondered how she'd manage that after all the turmoil they'd been through lately. "Come on. Let's go give Spaceboy a taste of our sistah style," Maria kidded her friend, finally eliciting a smile from Liz. She grabbed Maria's hand, and they left the break room to finish their shifts.
~*~
Zan slipped into the Evan's home through Max's window, which strangely enough, had been left unlocked. "Anyone 'round here know how'd-a lock their doors?" He heard the faint sound of the water running from a closed door to the left of him, and by the looks of the room, figured his other half, Max, was taking a shower.
Thinking he had a few minutes to situate himself, he made his way to the closet to see what type of style his twin was sporting. He searched the rack, various looks of disgust and horror crossing over his face. Kid sure knew how to clean up. He lifted his black and tattered shirt off his body and took a blue-collared, button down shirt from the rack and silently put it on, his hands moving from top to bottom to secure the buttons with his powers.
He then looked down, knowing his baggy black jeans would make him look a bit out of place. He changed the color to blue, moving his hand over the various holes from fucking around and getting into fights to make the jeans look neat. The holes were gone, and Zan grumbled to himself as he looked in the mirror. He'd probably look the spitting image of Max Evans, were it not for his spikes, tattoos, and piercings. He finally shrugged, going over to the dresser to pick out some socks.
He opened the first drawer, instead finding something more enlightening. It was a small frame, and he turned it over to see a dark haired girl smiling softly. He chuckled, "This must be the Missus." He studied her for a moment, thinking she was a bit too frigid for his tastes.
He put it back in its place then, grabbing some socks and quickly but carefully slipping them on so as not to disturb his twin, who had shut the shower off. Better to surprise him rather than make him think something was up. The boy finally filed out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel around his waist. He turned, his mouth dropping open almost instantly at the site of Zan in his clothes. "Who are you?" he finally asked incredulously.
"Your new best friend," Zan simply replied, throwing a punch that knocked him out. He smirked. Piece of cake.
~*~
Max's eyes finally fluttered open, and he looked down to see he was sitting in his desk chair, both of his arms securely tied behind the chair, preventing him from trying to get up, much less try and tackle the person that had knocked him out. His gaze finally refocused to the light, and he looked over to see a look-alike of him sitting on the bed, his arms above his head as if he were resting. Max breathed out a sigh of relief, ready to use his powers to undo the ropes.
"Wouldn't do that if I were you. 'Cause you more harm than good," his apparent twin finally spoke, a smirk displayed on his face. Max grunted, the ropes seamlessly tightening, and he finally relaxed in the chair—if that was at all possible.
"What do you want?" Max managed to ask, remembering when Nasaedo had shape- shifted into him. He knew whoever this was though it definitely wasn't Nasaedo. Nasaedo was dead. This had to be another shapeshifter.
"Here to help ya out," Zan told him, "You just gotta listen."
Max scoffed, thinking the idea absurd. "And why would you expect me to do that?" The thing that struck him peculiar though, was that while this was the spitting image of him there were slight differences. His hair was in long spikes, jutting out like crazy. He also had piercings in his face. Max tried to think why a shapeshifter would alter Max's appearance so drastically, but then resigned himself.
"Don't seem like your in the position to be makin' that call, now are ya?" Zan spoke with a new bitterness to his tone. Max quieted, waiting for him to begin.
"Do you know who I am then?" Zan finally asked, his question obviously impatient. The question had definitely caught Max by surprise. What a silly question to ask. Why would a shapeshifter care if he knew who he really was or not? Didn't he usually just execute whatever plan he'd had? Max had a feeling this plan, whatever his supposed twin had, wouldn't be good.
"You're a shapeshifter, I presume," Max answered honestly, not sure what else to say. The man chuckled, a smirk once again gracing his face.
"Guess your protector decided to let a few details slide, eh?" At Max's confusion, he continued, "Name's Zan. I'm your other half."
Realization dawned on Max, and he finally understood. He vaguely remembered the story Michael had told him about how there were originally eight pods from the crash, and that the other four were missing. What were in those pods was unknown. Now he knew.
"I know there were eight pods," Max finally spoke, "What are you doing here though?"
Zan finally got up from his spot, beginning a steady pace in Max's room. Max was beginning to get impatient, but he knew he was in no position to call the shots so he sat tied up, and silent.
Zan finally started speaking though. "Goes like this: guys up there," Zan pointed to the air, "called a meeting. It's the Summit. They want the Royal Four, and they need their King," Zan pointed between Max and him, "Don't have no idea what's going down, but I don't want to take no part in it. We got contacted, you see. And the other three of my group," Zan laughed dryly, "didn't seem to agree with my decision. So they tried to kill me."
He paused, and Max finally found the courage to speak. "That still doesn't explain why you're here."
Zan waved him off. "It sure does. They're coming to town, Maxie boy. Probably already here, staking out your place. Which is why we gotta move fast."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that Lonnie and Rath are goin' to trick you into goin to the Summit. But you gotta refuse," Zan paused for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts and then spoke. "That's why I'm here. I'm gonna take your place for a few days to make sure things go smooth. Then I'll be outta your hair."
Max listened intently; sure he had some hidden agenda. He looked at his duplicate, looking for any signs that he was lying. He found none. He sighed, using his powers to untie the ropes. He got up, facing off with his twin. "Why can't I just do this myself? Why do you have to take my place?" Max asked, understanding his concern, but wondering why he'd take over Max's life for a few days. Max could just refuse it himself, with the new information.
"'Cause I got some business to take care with them, if you know what I mean," Zan said sternly, "Wanna catch 'em by surprise." Max's eyes widened, and he ran his hand shakily through his shaggy hair. "It's either this or your friends could be in some real danger. Dead," Zan emphasized, "and all that bad shit."
Max's face looked grave, as if he was finally buying into the whole plan. He didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit. But he was willing to comply, seeing as Zan had some scores to settle and Max wasn't sure he was up to deal with the alien business. His tryst with Liz had shattered, as of late, and he was still trying to mend his broken heart.
"Okay. I'll let you pretend to be me for a few days." Max gave in, sitting back in the desk chair again, minus the ropes.
"Cornball, dude," Zan chuckled, and Max gave him a strange look. Zan then straightened up, moving his hand over his face to rid of the piercings. He then ran it over his head, making him the exact image of Max Evans. Max shook his head, which was still reeling with all the new information.
"Don't worry, Chief. Just hang around your room a few days, and I'll take care of everythin.'" Zan said, opening the door to Max's room. "Later." He exited the room, as if he'd never been.
Max pinched his nose, not feeling good about the situation. "Yeah, later." He shook his head, finally getting up to dress. He wasn't sure what he was going to do for the next couple of days, but one of the things he was certain was that he'd be worrying indefinitely of the groups' reaction to the dupes. He hoped he'd made the right decision, but wasn't certain. He finally made his way to his closet; discarding the towel as he began to dress.
~*~