Chapter 4
"You know, you girls could help us," Michael said, clearly annoyed.
"Sorry, manual labor isn't really our thing," Maria replied with a smile from her seat next to Tess in the booth.
"Yeah, obviously," Michael muttered.
He, along with Max, Kyle, and Alex, had just finished closing the Crashdown for the night and were now trying to clean up the restaurant. Maria, Isabel, Tess, and Liz had stopped by just before closing and were now sitting in the booth, waiting for them to finish so that they could hang out. It had been a little over two months since the girls arrived in Roswell and over that time, the eight of them had already formed a great friendship. Even Michael and Maria acted like best friends, well when they weren't yelling and arguing with each other.
"Could you guys hurry up? Some of us have a curfew," Liz said from her seat.
"Hey, unless you're willing to help, shut up," Kyle said from behind the counter.
The girls laughed at Kyle's comment and continued to wait for them. Finally, Isabel got impatient and decided to use her powers to clean off the tables around her when the guys weren't looking.
"Stop it, Isabel," Maria said after realizing what Isabel was doing.
"I'm just helping them out," she replied.
"They might notice, so stop it," Maria said in an authoritive tone that left no room for argument.
"Fine," she said with a pout. A few minutes later, Alex walked over to them.
"Hey, what happened here?" he asked.
"What are you talking about?" Tess asked.
"These tables were completely dirty ten minutes ago, now they're squeaky clean. How did that happen?" he asked.
"Well I decided to help you guys so that we could leave earlier," Isabel said.
"First of all, you never willingly clean unless you're mad or worried, and secondly, there is no way you could have gotten all of these tables that clean in only ten minutes," Alex said.
"I worked very quickly," she lied.
"You're lying to me," Alex said exasperated. "Dammit, how long is this going to go on?" he asked in a loud voice, attracting the attention of Michael, Max, and Kyle.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Tess asked a little nervously.
"I'm talking about this big secret the four of you have!" he exclaimed. "Every time I'm around any one of you, I can tell that you're going out of your way to avoid talking about yourselves. It's been two months and the four us know almost nothing about the four of you!"
"Of course you know us," Isabel said.
"No, we don't," Michael spoke up. "Sure, we know little things like the fact that Maria is afraid of spiders or Tess is afraid of heights, but we don't really know you. You never talk about your family or why you moved to Roswell, we know nothing," he said.
"You know all you need to know," Maria spoke up. "And what about you guys? Neither one of you have explained to us why all of you call Jim 'dad' or why the Evans refer to Max as their son, or why you guys, along with the Evans, Parkers, and Whitman's always meet here every Friday night after closing like its some big secret meeting. So don't stand there and yell at us for not opening up to you, because you guys are doing the same thing!"
"It's not the same thing!" Michael yelled getting in Maria's face.
"It's exactly the same thing!" Maria yelled, just as loud.
"We need to get Michael to calm down," Kyle whispered to Max.
"I know. If he gets too angry, he'll probably blow something up in front of the girls," Max whispered back.
"Calm down, Michael," Kyle said out loud, knowing how out of control his powers were whenever he was angry.
"That's it! You girls are going to tell us everything tonight," Michael said, completely ignoring Kyle.
"Excuse me?" Maria asked indignantly. "My sisters and I will not sit here while you guys interrogate us," she said.
"Look, we just want the truth, that's it," Max said trying to smooth things out.
"The truth? That's really funny, coming from you, Max," Liz said with a laugh.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Max asked confused.
"It means that you, along with your 'brothers' are nothing but liars. You want us to be honest with you, when you guys go out of your way to be dishonest with us," she replied.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"I'm talking about the shooting over a year ago!" Liz yelled before she could stop herself.
After the words left her mouth, an uncomfortable silence fell upon the room. Max and Michael backed away from Liz and Maria and went to stand beside Alex and Kyle. Liz and Maria followed their actions and went to stand beside Isabel and Tess by the front door. On one side of the room were the girls and on the other side were the guys, and neither said a word. At that moment, the front door opened and Jim and Amy entered the restaurant.
"What's going on?" Jim asked, seeing the tense looks on his sons' faces. Before anyone could reply, the Parkers, Evans, and Whitmans came in from the back door.
"You guys were supposed to come open the back door for us," Nancy said to Jim and Amy. Not hearing a response, she looked up to see them looking the teenagers.
"Is everything all right?" she asked.
"How did you know about the shooting?" Michael asked, breaking the silence between the eight of them, and stepping in front of his brothers.
"It was on the Internet, but that's not the point," Maria said, stepping in front of her sisters.
"There is no point, the whole thing was a false alarm. Jeff ducked to the ground after hearing the shot and a ketchup-"
"Yeah, a ketchup bottle fell on him, we heard that story," Maria said. "The thing is, we don't believe it."
"What's there not to believe? A bottle spilled on him, it's as simple as that," Michael said.
"Maria, I don't think this is the time for this, let's go," Amy said trying to drag Maria and girls away from the restaurant. Jim had already walked over to Michael and was trying to get him to back away also.
"If it's so simple, why don't you explain the silver handprint that was found on his chest," Maria said, ignoring Amy's statement.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Michael said, surprised that the girls knew about the handprint.
"Don't try to hide it, we read it on the Internet," Maria said.
"Well you must have read it wrongly, because there was no handprint."
"You're lying! We know that you four are aliens, so stop lying!" Maria yelled, irritated that Michael was still trying to lie to her. A silence fell upon the room before Michael finally spoke up again.
"Who the hell are you guys?" Michael asked. The girls stayed silent, refusing to respond. "Get out!" he yelled.
"Mich-"
"GET OUT!" Michael yelled, raising his hand and shooting a beam of light at the girls and Amy. On instinct, Maria and Tess raised their hand and produced a purple shield around Isabel, Liz, Amy, and themselves.
"Oh my God," Alex said in shock.
"I know you're shocked, but if you would just let us explain-"
"Explain what? Explain who the hell you are and why you're here?" Michael asked angrily.
"I know you're angry, but we can explain," Maria said, trying to calm him down.
"Who, or what, are you?" Kyle asked.
"I believe I can answer that," a voice said from the front door. Everyone turned to the door at the sound of the voice to see a tall, well-built man standing there with a sadistic smile on his face.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Maria asked angrily.
"Do you even have to ask?" the man replied.
"Who is he?" Max asked to anyone who would answer.
"I'm the guy that's going to be responsible for the death of everyone in this room, but for now, you can just refer to me as Khivar."
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"You know, you girls could help us," Michael said, clearly annoyed.
"Sorry, manual labor isn't really our thing," Maria replied with a smile from her seat next to Tess in the booth.
"Yeah, obviously," Michael muttered.
He, along with Max, Kyle, and Alex, had just finished closing the Crashdown for the night and were now trying to clean up the restaurant. Maria, Isabel, Tess, and Liz had stopped by just before closing and were now sitting in the booth, waiting for them to finish so that they could hang out. It had been a little over two months since the girls arrived in Roswell and over that time, the eight of them had already formed a great friendship. Even Michael and Maria acted like best friends, well when they weren't yelling and arguing with each other.
"Could you guys hurry up? Some of us have a curfew," Liz said from her seat.
"Hey, unless you're willing to help, shut up," Kyle said from behind the counter.
The girls laughed at Kyle's comment and continued to wait for them. Finally, Isabel got impatient and decided to use her powers to clean off the tables around her when the guys weren't looking.
"Stop it, Isabel," Maria said after realizing what Isabel was doing.
"I'm just helping them out," she replied.
"They might notice, so stop it," Maria said in an authoritive tone that left no room for argument.
"Fine," she said with a pout. A few minutes later, Alex walked over to them.
"Hey, what happened here?" he asked.
"What are you talking about?" Tess asked.
"These tables were completely dirty ten minutes ago, now they're squeaky clean. How did that happen?" he asked.
"Well I decided to help you guys so that we could leave earlier," Isabel said.
"First of all, you never willingly clean unless you're mad or worried, and secondly, there is no way you could have gotten all of these tables that clean in only ten minutes," Alex said.
"I worked very quickly," she lied.
"You're lying to me," Alex said exasperated. "Dammit, how long is this going to go on?" he asked in a loud voice, attracting the attention of Michael, Max, and Kyle.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Tess asked a little nervously.
"I'm talking about this big secret the four of you have!" he exclaimed. "Every time I'm around any one of you, I can tell that you're going out of your way to avoid talking about yourselves. It's been two months and the four us know almost nothing about the four of you!"
"Of course you know us," Isabel said.
"No, we don't," Michael spoke up. "Sure, we know little things like the fact that Maria is afraid of spiders or Tess is afraid of heights, but we don't really know you. You never talk about your family or why you moved to Roswell, we know nothing," he said.
"You know all you need to know," Maria spoke up. "And what about you guys? Neither one of you have explained to us why all of you call Jim 'dad' or why the Evans refer to Max as their son, or why you guys, along with the Evans, Parkers, and Whitman's always meet here every Friday night after closing like its some big secret meeting. So don't stand there and yell at us for not opening up to you, because you guys are doing the same thing!"
"It's not the same thing!" Michael yelled getting in Maria's face.
"It's exactly the same thing!" Maria yelled, just as loud.
"We need to get Michael to calm down," Kyle whispered to Max.
"I know. If he gets too angry, he'll probably blow something up in front of the girls," Max whispered back.
"Calm down, Michael," Kyle said out loud, knowing how out of control his powers were whenever he was angry.
"That's it! You girls are going to tell us everything tonight," Michael said, completely ignoring Kyle.
"Excuse me?" Maria asked indignantly. "My sisters and I will not sit here while you guys interrogate us," she said.
"Look, we just want the truth, that's it," Max said trying to smooth things out.
"The truth? That's really funny, coming from you, Max," Liz said with a laugh.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Max asked confused.
"It means that you, along with your 'brothers' are nothing but liars. You want us to be honest with you, when you guys go out of your way to be dishonest with us," she replied.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"I'm talking about the shooting over a year ago!" Liz yelled before she could stop herself.
After the words left her mouth, an uncomfortable silence fell upon the room. Max and Michael backed away from Liz and Maria and went to stand beside Alex and Kyle. Liz and Maria followed their actions and went to stand beside Isabel and Tess by the front door. On one side of the room were the girls and on the other side were the guys, and neither said a word. At that moment, the front door opened and Jim and Amy entered the restaurant.
"What's going on?" Jim asked, seeing the tense looks on his sons' faces. Before anyone could reply, the Parkers, Evans, and Whitmans came in from the back door.
"You guys were supposed to come open the back door for us," Nancy said to Jim and Amy. Not hearing a response, she looked up to see them looking the teenagers.
"Is everything all right?" she asked.
"How did you know about the shooting?" Michael asked, breaking the silence between the eight of them, and stepping in front of his brothers.
"It was on the Internet, but that's not the point," Maria said, stepping in front of her sisters.
"There is no point, the whole thing was a false alarm. Jeff ducked to the ground after hearing the shot and a ketchup-"
"Yeah, a ketchup bottle fell on him, we heard that story," Maria said. "The thing is, we don't believe it."
"What's there not to believe? A bottle spilled on him, it's as simple as that," Michael said.
"Maria, I don't think this is the time for this, let's go," Amy said trying to drag Maria and girls away from the restaurant. Jim had already walked over to Michael and was trying to get him to back away also.
"If it's so simple, why don't you explain the silver handprint that was found on his chest," Maria said, ignoring Amy's statement.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Michael said, surprised that the girls knew about the handprint.
"Don't try to hide it, we read it on the Internet," Maria said.
"Well you must have read it wrongly, because there was no handprint."
"You're lying! We know that you four are aliens, so stop lying!" Maria yelled, irritated that Michael was still trying to lie to her. A silence fell upon the room before Michael finally spoke up again.
"Who the hell are you guys?" Michael asked. The girls stayed silent, refusing to respond. "Get out!" he yelled.
"Mich-"
"GET OUT!" Michael yelled, raising his hand and shooting a beam of light at the girls and Amy. On instinct, Maria and Tess raised their hand and produced a purple shield around Isabel, Liz, Amy, and themselves.
"Oh my God," Alex said in shock.
"I know you're shocked, but if you would just let us explain-"
"Explain what? Explain who the hell you are and why you're here?" Michael asked angrily.
"I know you're angry, but we can explain," Maria said, trying to calm him down.
"Who, or what, are you?" Kyle asked.
"I believe I can answer that," a voice said from the front door. Everyone turned to the door at the sound of the voice to see a tall, well-built man standing there with a sadistic smile on his face.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Maria asked angrily.
"Do you even have to ask?" the man replied.
"Who is he?" Max asked to anyone who would answer.
"I'm the guy that's going to be responsible for the death of everyone in this room, but for now, you can just refer to me as Khivar."
TBC
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