AN: Hey!! First I have to say how much I love each and every one of you who
are still reading my story. Secondly I have to say that this is probably
going to be it for a long while or until I get someone to (in a review)
work with me on the next bit. Not that I want to give anything away, but I
need someone who knows what was goin' on with Destiny. I remember the idea,
but not what was said; so if there's anyone out there that can help me,
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later. Thanks so much you seven!! I love ya!! Have a good one!! Erlinda
It's difficult to say where life is taking us. We want tings we're not sure we can even ask for. I want to have a normal life, and live it with the woman of my dreams. I didn't ask for a life where a first kiss was dangerous. I didn't ask to have to be careful; I didn't even want to have to blend in. I just wanted to be normal. I can't ever be the best at something, because I might lead the enemies straight to us. I can't stand out. What's worst of all is that none of us can. Liz, Alex, Michael, Isabel, Maria and I. Somehow I think it's my fault; all of it; the hiding, the tension, the rules. It's an abyss. Something we fell into when we first kissed our best friends. I wouldn't change it for anything, if I had Liz. But what about the others? Would they trade it all for normal lives, if they might have the chance of finding each other later? I still feel like I'm responsible, and the sad part is, I don't care if they would give it back. I would stay like this forever, because although we might have a normal life and a chance we'll meet again later, there's still a chance we might not, and I would never loose Liz, even if it means exposing our secret. Even if it means that we're all different. It's a decision I made a long time ago, and it feels like I have the rig ht to make that decision. I don't know why, but I have, and on top of that I'm responsible for everything.
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Sophomore year; It was a year where they could lay low. No more of Maria's voting for me to be Science Club president. Low key that was the plan and that was what they were going to stick to this year. Max. He was incredible. Lately they were doing things . . . He felt so good, and he knew exactly where to touch her to set her on fire. It felt so good. When they were in fifth grade they had gotten together. Whish mostly meant holding hands and all of that. She had kissed him a week later. It had been her first kiss. Last night definitely hadn't been but it was great. They had gone to the desert and sat under the stars. It was completely platonic, or at least it started out that way. Then all of the sudden they had been all over each other. Things would've gotten out of control if she hadn't parted away from him and asked: "are you sure?" She was the careful one. She was the one that made sure that everything was mutually agreed on. They hadn't been ready, but the thought of it, well, I was ready to make a little trip to the eraser room and use her . . . energy . . . for better things.
"Hey. I saw you from across the hall, and I thought I should bless you with my company. How about Friday Night? I'll pick you up at six," said the confident male voice behind her. EWWWW. Had he really just said that? Who did he thinks he was? I turned around to find a stock brunet with dark hair and blue eyes. He looked like the all-American football type. Why was he so interested in me? It didn't really matter. I have a boyfriend. One I was looking for at the moment, so we could go and . . . . Examine . . . . The eraser room.
"Sorry, but I have a boyfriend. I guess I'll see you later." Without another thought of jock-boy I was on my way to finding Max. Hello! Earth to Max!! I called silently. I definitely need to get more fresh air. I was talking to Max in my head. We were holding a whole conversation, and he was whispering things to me that were making me blush. I really needed fresh air. I was telling him to meet me in the eraser room. It was a test. If he came I wasn't crazy, and we had a serious problem, and if he didn't, than I could always wait it out. (We have the same first period together, he would figure it out.)
The door opened and in walked Max. In a moment we were kissing, and as usual images were coming to me, full force. His hands were everywhere. My hair, my waist, and up my arms.
~
I had been talking with her; or at least in my mind. According to the flashes I was getting from her, she was talking to me too. When were we ever able to do that?? We were going to need a serious meeting at lunch today.
The eraser room. I had to get to the eraser room. The thoughts In her head were driving me insane. She wanted me. She wanted me to be with her. That way. The way hadn't ever been before. I hadn't really discussed it with her before. But lately . . . . We had always controlled ourselves. He had never pressured her, and felt that it was her decision to make, but lately things had been different. Lately it was becoming harder and herder to stop; to simply save it for another time. It was like a hunger. It was an all consuming passion. Liz was having visions while she slept, and every night she would creep over to his bedroom and beg for him to hold her while she cried. Not that it took much begging from her. I would do anything for her. I would give anything and everything for her.
~
We're in the eraser room, and God, if this isn't heaven I don't know what is. Her hair, her skin, her lips taste like strawberries. I don't know what it is about her that drives me out of control like this; this small little wisp of a girl with long, straight brown hair and soft chocolate eyes. It's not just her beauty that I love about her, or even her intelligence. She's got the soul of an angel. It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I've only seen it a few times, and when I do it's only at night. It's only when I hold her close to me and let her cry on my shoulder, while I whisper incoherent things in her ear. It's dazzling, and fits her perfectly.
"I love you, Zan," she whispers in between kisses.
"I love you too," I whisper breathlessly. I'm leaning in for another kiss, but her eyes are open and in them I see something. I see that she's not here. She's not kissing me because she wants to. She's kissing me because she's in a vision. In her vision she's kissing me and telling me she loves me.
"We have to go now, Zan. They're coming, and there's no stopping them!! We have to get out of here!" She's scared. It's coming off of her in waves. She's shaking I realize, and I pull her close. She's becoming hysterical. Why? What's happening? I'm reaching out now with my gifts. I'm reaching, so I can go into her vision, and try to comfort her, but I can't. Liz won't let me. She won't let me see what's wrong. She's always let me in. Then I realize that it's not just her that won't let me see. There's something else. There's someone else who won't let me share her vision.
"Zan!!! Vilandra!!! Rath!!! Don't you dare follow us!! We saw. . . .We saw the whole thing!" Her voice is different. It sounds a lot like Maria's.
"Zan showed me. He let me see his soul. He didn't . . . . Zan's coming too. We have room." Liz's breath is becoming shallower. I want to go inside of her, and feed her more oxygen, but no matter what I try she won't let me in. I can't use my healing ability on her if she won't let me. I wonder why. I can on anyone else. Like that on time Michael let Maria shave him. (Don't ask, don't tell.) She cut him, and was trying to see if I could heal one of us. Maybe it didn't work on our kind. Michael wouldn't let me. I finally wrestled him into it and I did it. He punched me in the nose after I finished. Why couldn't I heal Liz even if she didn't want me to?
Liz fell in a heap in my arms.
"My god Max. I . . . .it was the worst thing that ever happened to me. I never . . . . It's the dream I've been having. I . . . "
"It's OK Liz. Everything is going to be OK. I promise. I know that everything is kind of off, but it's OK. We'll get through this together." I was trying to reassure it her. It wasn't fair that she was having these visions, and I was powerless to do anything. I was glad then, that it had only been Liz. No one e3lse had these visions and we were in a dark closet. I was going to help Liz get through this and . . . . . OH MY GOD!!! MARIA!! ALEX!!!
"It's OK Max, they weren't in school, or at least in class when it started. Maria was in Lunch, and Michael hauled her off in the Jetta back home. Alex and Isabel were in art. No one was around and when they got the signs they took off in the Jeep." Liz always knew what I was thinking. I was the empathy, but she was so much better at reading me. I couldn't control that power. Healing, changing molecular structure was all fine and well, but being an empath was something completely different.
"How did you know?" I started.
"I just knew. Max it's getting stronger. I can't explain it . . . . It's like whenever you touch me now, things are amplified. I can hear your thoughts, I can . . . . It's like everything is in over-drive. EVERYTHING. That's why everything between us is so different. I don't know what's going on exactly, but it's monumental. We have to get to the fort. Everyone's going to meet there. You drilled it into us enough to know that." She was attempting a joke and the weak smile she was wearing was proof of that.
"OK, let's get out of this joint," I answered. She gave me a weird look. "I always wanted to say that" I said in reply to her silent question.
"OK. . . "
~
Oh God. I thought he was dieng. We knew it was going to start. I had felt it. We were in the art room, and . . . . OK, I know what you are thinking, we don't even take art. But with Max and Liz being all hot and heavy. . . . . Well it kind of rubbed off on us. Since Max has been having these spontaneous hormonal urges, he's being waaaay more over-protective than usual. We just needed a little time for ourselves. It was first period, and what's the point of home-room any way? No one was in Art, so we took advantage of it while we could. That's when I felt it. I had been there when Alex was getting the first signs before. It was an intense feeling of numbness. It was like static was generating inside of him from the outside in. He said there wasn't any pain involved unless the vision was violent. If I went into the vision with him, it left me feeling comatose daze for hours. Alex just said that my body, and mind wasn't meant to have these visions, and that's why they hurt me so much. So, when I tried to connect with him, I wasn't too surprised that I couldn't. Perhaps he was just trying to save me the pain he was feeling. But when he woke up, there was pain there. It was a different sort of pain; a pain that I wouldn't have known if I weren't an empath. His heart was broken, and he refused to tell me why. We went to the tree house and we waited.
I wanted to cry. It was hurting me; the pain Alex was feeling. It was the worst thing I have ever felt in my entire life. Tears were slipping down my face as I realized that I was the cause of it. I could feel his feelings twards me, and it was hurting. It was sheer physical pain, but only to the soul. He was confused. I can't understand how he could feel so upset with that much confusion. Why won't he just talk to me??
There was static in the air, and I knew than that there was another vision coming for Alex. Instinctively I reached for his hand, and to my surprise he let me hold it. It was paining him. Just relieving the flash was hurting him physically. This one wasn't like the others; this one was being forced on him. Whoever was sending him this flash wanted me to see it. That was why he was letting me hold his hand. He wasn't controlling it. He didn't have his control of his flashes as usual. Alex was struggling just to keep conciseness.
I thought the pain I felt from him earlier was bad, but this was worse. I was standing behind a wall of some sort. I couldn't see what was going on, but I could hear everything that was being said. There were several voices in the room and all of them had a drippy accent I couldn't pace. I realized that I wasn't in the room myself, but I was seeing a memory. This was the memory of someone who had been in the room. I only realized it because when the person did peak from behind the wall there was a man who was holding something metallic with what looked like symbols transcribed from it. He was reading off of it, and I realized that he wasn't speaking English. Was this an alien? Was this man someone who had come from the same place I had? The boy (I realized that he was a kitchen boy when he looked in the mirror and caught his reflection of himself.) quickly hid behind the wall again and listened to the conversation.
I don't understand what's happening. This is the second vision in an hour. This is the first imposed vision I've ever had and it's taking a toll on my being, but it's important. It has something to do with the earlier vision.
"You have to send Vilandra into hiding."
"There is no way I'm going into hiding! I will not let the two of you conspire against me like this!! Zan you're my brother - in law and you're-"
"That's right. I am your brother-in law and I want to do what's best for you."
"'What's best for me?' How do you know what's best for me? You haven't got a clue! All you do is fawn all over-"
"That's not fair Lonnie. You know very well how we feel about each other. It's the same way the two of you feel! Do you think I want this? Do you think that I want this? Do you think that I want to pretend? I want to tell the whole world our secret but we can't. You know it isn't possible. I know things that I can't even tell her. You have to go into hiding, there's no other choice!"
"I'm not leaving! I have work I have to do here. You'll be lost without me! What about all of the diplomats that you're going to need on your side? What about all of the Generals who have an interest in women? You need me! They don't know . . . . We're the only ones who know our secret. It's a chance; a weapon. One we can use to win! I know we can do it! I'm not leaving!"
"We have to have someone there we can trust Lonnie; someone who can bring the whole thing together. We need someone there who's been threw all of it to let them see. So, when the time comes we can fix all of this."
"I'm not going!!"
"I have an Idea."
It was a voice Isabel knew. It was the gentlest voice she had ever heard. It was a voice that she had fallen in love with every day of her life. It was Alex' voice.
"Vilandra's not leaving, and Zan's right. We need to have someone there we can trust, who'll bring this whole thing together at a moments notice. Vilandra's right. It can't be her. She's important here and she can get secrets out of people we could never get close to. We know her, love her," his voice cracked on the word love, "and we can trust her. She has to stay. Zan will go. I'll stay here and watch over her and make sure that things don't get out of hand," There was a tone in his voice. It was a tone that commanded compliance, and if Isabel thought about it she would've sworn he was a king, a president, a diplomat. He was a person who commanded the attention of everyone in the room and his opinion left no room for contestation.
There was a heavy sigh. It came in the direction of where Zan would've been. "You're right of course. I guess it's all for the best. I better go before someone from the staff comes up here and hears all about this, or worse, recognize who I am. DAMN IT!! Why can't I just be a normal person? I have to drag every one into all of this?"
"It's what happens when you're a king with a conscience."
~
They weren't going to go to the fort. They had called Alex' cell and told him that. They were going to spend the day together until it was time for Liz to start her shift at the Crashdown Café. They weren't -planning on doing anything. They went out to a strange pile of rocks they used to visit when they were kids. They felt at home there. Things were simple there.
The rocks jutted out and one was standing out in particular. It was odd; just like them. They sat and talked. They sat and listened to the wind. They sat and thought. They could still communicate and that above all things was odd in it's self. What did it mean? What was with the visions Liz had been having today? She wouldn't let him in, but she let him hold her.
~
Her shift was about to start soon. She was getting dressed in the back of the alien themed restaurant her family owned. She was a waitress there and the money she earned was just enough to help with the Jeep's gas, Maria's loans, and Alex' supply of clothes he "barrowed" when he came over before a date with Isabel. She made her money and spent in on others. She never complained. What was she supposed to do with the money anyway? She saved a secret sum of every paycheck and put it in a savings account. She didn't keep any money at home, and the savings account was under a name no one in Roswell, New Mexico new about.
She had been having awful nightmares lately. Some of them were her visions that came to her in sleep, and others were premonitions of something to come. She didn't want to be here. Everything inside of her was screaming to get her and Max out of here, but another part of her knew that if she did something worse would happen. It was best to just let this run its course.
~
She had been serving customers for about an hour. She had a piece of hair that just would lie straight no matter what she did. It was cute, which was sooo not Maria. She was never cute. She was his Goddess. She was walking over here and I gave her a smirk. I told her she wouldn't be able to go a whole day without talking to me. It worked so far, even through the whole vision fiasco. Did I ever mention how much I love that little Jetta?
"Bet's off 'Ria!" I call to her. She sighs visually and sends me a come hither look.
"I'm going on break!" she than calls to Liz. Liz looks a little queasy but just smiles and nods.
~
"Just don't make too much nose Dad's upstairs," Liz whispers in my ear as I walk past her. OH MY GOD!!! Has sweet little Lizzy actually just said that? I than look over my shoulder to see Michael saunter towards us. He's wearing that tight black Tee I love, and jeans that fight him in all of the right places. I take a sip of water and whisper back:
"I'll try but I won't make any promises." Liz doesn't even look shocked. She just smiles and looks to where Max is sitting the booth.
"I get to go over to table seven. It looks like they're arguing over something and I need to calm them down before things get out of control.
It was the last I heard from her. Michael and I went in the back and well . . . . . you get the idea. I was just fixing my skirt so I could officially end my break when I heard the shot. I knew. It was the same shot that had echoed in my dream. Liz.
~
I got to her in time. I saved her. I dissolved a bullet that had found its way into her body. I did in an occupied diner. With people that can ask questions. I saved my soul mates life. Michael made me leave and I told her to pretend that it had only been catsup.
I told you I would do anything for her. I would die for her and this time I think it wasn't me who did the dieing. It was a matter of starting things that were definitely going to change things. If Maria and Michael's kiss had been monumental because it showed the power of things that are to come; this is the sign that they are here.
With that Max pulled out his cell and . . . .
AN:// What do you think?? I might be able to squeeze in another chapter before DESTINY, but after that, I make only one promise..I will only update if someone helps me with some questions I have. I hope you enjoyed this!
Erlinda
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It's difficult to say where life is taking us. We want tings we're not sure we can even ask for. I want to have a normal life, and live it with the woman of my dreams. I didn't ask for a life where a first kiss was dangerous. I didn't ask to have to be careful; I didn't even want to have to blend in. I just wanted to be normal. I can't ever be the best at something, because I might lead the enemies straight to us. I can't stand out. What's worst of all is that none of us can. Liz, Alex, Michael, Isabel, Maria and I. Somehow I think it's my fault; all of it; the hiding, the tension, the rules. It's an abyss. Something we fell into when we first kissed our best friends. I wouldn't change it for anything, if I had Liz. But what about the others? Would they trade it all for normal lives, if they might have the chance of finding each other later? I still feel like I'm responsible, and the sad part is, I don't care if they would give it back. I would stay like this forever, because although we might have a normal life and a chance we'll meet again later, there's still a chance we might not, and I would never loose Liz, even if it means exposing our secret. Even if it means that we're all different. It's a decision I made a long time ago, and it feels like I have the rig ht to make that decision. I don't know why, but I have, and on top of that I'm responsible for everything.
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Sophomore year; It was a year where they could lay low. No more of Maria's voting for me to be Science Club president. Low key that was the plan and that was what they were going to stick to this year. Max. He was incredible. Lately they were doing things . . . He felt so good, and he knew exactly where to touch her to set her on fire. It felt so good. When they were in fifth grade they had gotten together. Whish mostly meant holding hands and all of that. She had kissed him a week later. It had been her first kiss. Last night definitely hadn't been but it was great. They had gone to the desert and sat under the stars. It was completely platonic, or at least it started out that way. Then all of the sudden they had been all over each other. Things would've gotten out of control if she hadn't parted away from him and asked: "are you sure?" She was the careful one. She was the one that made sure that everything was mutually agreed on. They hadn't been ready, but the thought of it, well, I was ready to make a little trip to the eraser room and use her . . . energy . . . for better things.
"Hey. I saw you from across the hall, and I thought I should bless you with my company. How about Friday Night? I'll pick you up at six," said the confident male voice behind her. EWWWW. Had he really just said that? Who did he thinks he was? I turned around to find a stock brunet with dark hair and blue eyes. He looked like the all-American football type. Why was he so interested in me? It didn't really matter. I have a boyfriend. One I was looking for at the moment, so we could go and . . . . Examine . . . . The eraser room.
"Sorry, but I have a boyfriend. I guess I'll see you later." Without another thought of jock-boy I was on my way to finding Max. Hello! Earth to Max!! I called silently. I definitely need to get more fresh air. I was talking to Max in my head. We were holding a whole conversation, and he was whispering things to me that were making me blush. I really needed fresh air. I was telling him to meet me in the eraser room. It was a test. If he came I wasn't crazy, and we had a serious problem, and if he didn't, than I could always wait it out. (We have the same first period together, he would figure it out.)
The door opened and in walked Max. In a moment we were kissing, and as usual images were coming to me, full force. His hands were everywhere. My hair, my waist, and up my arms.
~
I had been talking with her; or at least in my mind. According to the flashes I was getting from her, she was talking to me too. When were we ever able to do that?? We were going to need a serious meeting at lunch today.
The eraser room. I had to get to the eraser room. The thoughts In her head were driving me insane. She wanted me. She wanted me to be with her. That way. The way hadn't ever been before. I hadn't really discussed it with her before. But lately . . . . We had always controlled ourselves. He had never pressured her, and felt that it was her decision to make, but lately things had been different. Lately it was becoming harder and herder to stop; to simply save it for another time. It was like a hunger. It was an all consuming passion. Liz was having visions while she slept, and every night she would creep over to his bedroom and beg for him to hold her while she cried. Not that it took much begging from her. I would do anything for her. I would give anything and everything for her.
~
We're in the eraser room, and God, if this isn't heaven I don't know what is. Her hair, her skin, her lips taste like strawberries. I don't know what it is about her that drives me out of control like this; this small little wisp of a girl with long, straight brown hair and soft chocolate eyes. It's not just her beauty that I love about her, or even her intelligence. She's got the soul of an angel. It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I've only seen it a few times, and when I do it's only at night. It's only when I hold her close to me and let her cry on my shoulder, while I whisper incoherent things in her ear. It's dazzling, and fits her perfectly.
"I love you, Zan," she whispers in between kisses.
"I love you too," I whisper breathlessly. I'm leaning in for another kiss, but her eyes are open and in them I see something. I see that she's not here. She's not kissing me because she wants to. She's kissing me because she's in a vision. In her vision she's kissing me and telling me she loves me.
"We have to go now, Zan. They're coming, and there's no stopping them!! We have to get out of here!" She's scared. It's coming off of her in waves. She's shaking I realize, and I pull her close. She's becoming hysterical. Why? What's happening? I'm reaching out now with my gifts. I'm reaching, so I can go into her vision, and try to comfort her, but I can't. Liz won't let me. She won't let me see what's wrong. She's always let me in. Then I realize that it's not just her that won't let me see. There's something else. There's someone else who won't let me share her vision.
"Zan!!! Vilandra!!! Rath!!! Don't you dare follow us!! We saw. . . .We saw the whole thing!" Her voice is different. It sounds a lot like Maria's.
"Zan showed me. He let me see his soul. He didn't . . . . Zan's coming too. We have room." Liz's breath is becoming shallower. I want to go inside of her, and feed her more oxygen, but no matter what I try she won't let me in. I can't use my healing ability on her if she won't let me. I wonder why. I can on anyone else. Like that on time Michael let Maria shave him. (Don't ask, don't tell.) She cut him, and was trying to see if I could heal one of us. Maybe it didn't work on our kind. Michael wouldn't let me. I finally wrestled him into it and I did it. He punched me in the nose after I finished. Why couldn't I heal Liz even if she didn't want me to?
Liz fell in a heap in my arms.
"My god Max. I . . . .it was the worst thing that ever happened to me. I never . . . . It's the dream I've been having. I . . . "
"It's OK Liz. Everything is going to be OK. I promise. I know that everything is kind of off, but it's OK. We'll get through this together." I was trying to reassure it her. It wasn't fair that she was having these visions, and I was powerless to do anything. I was glad then, that it had only been Liz. No one e3lse had these visions and we were in a dark closet. I was going to help Liz get through this and . . . . . OH MY GOD!!! MARIA!! ALEX!!!
"It's OK Max, they weren't in school, or at least in class when it started. Maria was in Lunch, and Michael hauled her off in the Jetta back home. Alex and Isabel were in art. No one was around and when they got the signs they took off in the Jeep." Liz always knew what I was thinking. I was the empathy, but she was so much better at reading me. I couldn't control that power. Healing, changing molecular structure was all fine and well, but being an empath was something completely different.
"How did you know?" I started.
"I just knew. Max it's getting stronger. I can't explain it . . . . It's like whenever you touch me now, things are amplified. I can hear your thoughts, I can . . . . It's like everything is in over-drive. EVERYTHING. That's why everything between us is so different. I don't know what's going on exactly, but it's monumental. We have to get to the fort. Everyone's going to meet there. You drilled it into us enough to know that." She was attempting a joke and the weak smile she was wearing was proof of that.
"OK, let's get out of this joint," I answered. She gave me a weird look. "I always wanted to say that" I said in reply to her silent question.
"OK. . . "
~
Oh God. I thought he was dieng. We knew it was going to start. I had felt it. We were in the art room, and . . . . OK, I know what you are thinking, we don't even take art. But with Max and Liz being all hot and heavy. . . . . Well it kind of rubbed off on us. Since Max has been having these spontaneous hormonal urges, he's being waaaay more over-protective than usual. We just needed a little time for ourselves. It was first period, and what's the point of home-room any way? No one was in Art, so we took advantage of it while we could. That's when I felt it. I had been there when Alex was getting the first signs before. It was an intense feeling of numbness. It was like static was generating inside of him from the outside in. He said there wasn't any pain involved unless the vision was violent. If I went into the vision with him, it left me feeling comatose daze for hours. Alex just said that my body, and mind wasn't meant to have these visions, and that's why they hurt me so much. So, when I tried to connect with him, I wasn't too surprised that I couldn't. Perhaps he was just trying to save me the pain he was feeling. But when he woke up, there was pain there. It was a different sort of pain; a pain that I wouldn't have known if I weren't an empath. His heart was broken, and he refused to tell me why. We went to the tree house and we waited.
I wanted to cry. It was hurting me; the pain Alex was feeling. It was the worst thing I have ever felt in my entire life. Tears were slipping down my face as I realized that I was the cause of it. I could feel his feelings twards me, and it was hurting. It was sheer physical pain, but only to the soul. He was confused. I can't understand how he could feel so upset with that much confusion. Why won't he just talk to me??
There was static in the air, and I knew than that there was another vision coming for Alex. Instinctively I reached for his hand, and to my surprise he let me hold it. It was paining him. Just relieving the flash was hurting him physically. This one wasn't like the others; this one was being forced on him. Whoever was sending him this flash wanted me to see it. That was why he was letting me hold his hand. He wasn't controlling it. He didn't have his control of his flashes as usual. Alex was struggling just to keep conciseness.
I thought the pain I felt from him earlier was bad, but this was worse. I was standing behind a wall of some sort. I couldn't see what was going on, but I could hear everything that was being said. There were several voices in the room and all of them had a drippy accent I couldn't pace. I realized that I wasn't in the room myself, but I was seeing a memory. This was the memory of someone who had been in the room. I only realized it because when the person did peak from behind the wall there was a man who was holding something metallic with what looked like symbols transcribed from it. He was reading off of it, and I realized that he wasn't speaking English. Was this an alien? Was this man someone who had come from the same place I had? The boy (I realized that he was a kitchen boy when he looked in the mirror and caught his reflection of himself.) quickly hid behind the wall again and listened to the conversation.
I don't understand what's happening. This is the second vision in an hour. This is the first imposed vision I've ever had and it's taking a toll on my being, but it's important. It has something to do with the earlier vision.
"You have to send Vilandra into hiding."
"There is no way I'm going into hiding! I will not let the two of you conspire against me like this!! Zan you're my brother - in law and you're-"
"That's right. I am your brother-in law and I want to do what's best for you."
"'What's best for me?' How do you know what's best for me? You haven't got a clue! All you do is fawn all over-"
"That's not fair Lonnie. You know very well how we feel about each other. It's the same way the two of you feel! Do you think I want this? Do you think that I want this? Do you think that I want to pretend? I want to tell the whole world our secret but we can't. You know it isn't possible. I know things that I can't even tell her. You have to go into hiding, there's no other choice!"
"I'm not leaving! I have work I have to do here. You'll be lost without me! What about all of the diplomats that you're going to need on your side? What about all of the Generals who have an interest in women? You need me! They don't know . . . . We're the only ones who know our secret. It's a chance; a weapon. One we can use to win! I know we can do it! I'm not leaving!"
"We have to have someone there we can trust Lonnie; someone who can bring the whole thing together. We need someone there who's been threw all of it to let them see. So, when the time comes we can fix all of this."
"I'm not going!!"
"I have an Idea."
It was a voice Isabel knew. It was the gentlest voice she had ever heard. It was a voice that she had fallen in love with every day of her life. It was Alex' voice.
"Vilandra's not leaving, and Zan's right. We need to have someone there we can trust, who'll bring this whole thing together at a moments notice. Vilandra's right. It can't be her. She's important here and she can get secrets out of people we could never get close to. We know her, love her," his voice cracked on the word love, "and we can trust her. She has to stay. Zan will go. I'll stay here and watch over her and make sure that things don't get out of hand," There was a tone in his voice. It was a tone that commanded compliance, and if Isabel thought about it she would've sworn he was a king, a president, a diplomat. He was a person who commanded the attention of everyone in the room and his opinion left no room for contestation.
There was a heavy sigh. It came in the direction of where Zan would've been. "You're right of course. I guess it's all for the best. I better go before someone from the staff comes up here and hears all about this, or worse, recognize who I am. DAMN IT!! Why can't I just be a normal person? I have to drag every one into all of this?"
"It's what happens when you're a king with a conscience."
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They weren't going to go to the fort. They had called Alex' cell and told him that. They were going to spend the day together until it was time for Liz to start her shift at the Crashdown Café. They weren't -planning on doing anything. They went out to a strange pile of rocks they used to visit when they were kids. They felt at home there. Things were simple there.
The rocks jutted out and one was standing out in particular. It was odd; just like them. They sat and talked. They sat and listened to the wind. They sat and thought. They could still communicate and that above all things was odd in it's self. What did it mean? What was with the visions Liz had been having today? She wouldn't let him in, but she let him hold her.
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Her shift was about to start soon. She was getting dressed in the back of the alien themed restaurant her family owned. She was a waitress there and the money she earned was just enough to help with the Jeep's gas, Maria's loans, and Alex' supply of clothes he "barrowed" when he came over before a date with Isabel. She made her money and spent in on others. She never complained. What was she supposed to do with the money anyway? She saved a secret sum of every paycheck and put it in a savings account. She didn't keep any money at home, and the savings account was under a name no one in Roswell, New Mexico new about.
She had been having awful nightmares lately. Some of them were her visions that came to her in sleep, and others were premonitions of something to come. She didn't want to be here. Everything inside of her was screaming to get her and Max out of here, but another part of her knew that if she did something worse would happen. It was best to just let this run its course.
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She had been serving customers for about an hour. She had a piece of hair that just would lie straight no matter what she did. It was cute, which was sooo not Maria. She was never cute. She was his Goddess. She was walking over here and I gave her a smirk. I told her she wouldn't be able to go a whole day without talking to me. It worked so far, even through the whole vision fiasco. Did I ever mention how much I love that little Jetta?
"Bet's off 'Ria!" I call to her. She sighs visually and sends me a come hither look.
"I'm going on break!" she than calls to Liz. Liz looks a little queasy but just smiles and nods.
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"Just don't make too much nose Dad's upstairs," Liz whispers in my ear as I walk past her. OH MY GOD!!! Has sweet little Lizzy actually just said that? I than look over my shoulder to see Michael saunter towards us. He's wearing that tight black Tee I love, and jeans that fight him in all of the right places. I take a sip of water and whisper back:
"I'll try but I won't make any promises." Liz doesn't even look shocked. She just smiles and looks to where Max is sitting the booth.
"I get to go over to table seven. It looks like they're arguing over something and I need to calm them down before things get out of control.
It was the last I heard from her. Michael and I went in the back and well . . . . . you get the idea. I was just fixing my skirt so I could officially end my break when I heard the shot. I knew. It was the same shot that had echoed in my dream. Liz.
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I got to her in time. I saved her. I dissolved a bullet that had found its way into her body. I did in an occupied diner. With people that can ask questions. I saved my soul mates life. Michael made me leave and I told her to pretend that it had only been catsup.
I told you I would do anything for her. I would die for her and this time I think it wasn't me who did the dieing. It was a matter of starting things that were definitely going to change things. If Maria and Michael's kiss had been monumental because it showed the power of things that are to come; this is the sign that they are here.
With that Max pulled out his cell and . . . .
AN:// What do you think?? I might be able to squeeze in another chapter before DESTINY, but after that, I make only one promise..I will only update if someone helps me with some questions I have. I hope you enjoyed this!
Erlinda
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