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Part 10
Miles away from Roswell, not too far from the cave where four young children began their lives, The granolith stood glowing brightly. Power coursing through the tall spire in waves of bright white light as the ancient machine began to receive the power being put out by it's two youngest charges. Power bouncing inside of it as the granolith felt pull from both of the children, The light surrounding it grew brighter and brighter as it released energy to help it's youngest. Two glowing balls of energy formed in front of it, one a deep amethyst color the other a dark sapphire, both being fed by the energy being released from the Granolith, both connected to each other by a glowing gold stream of light. The two balls of light grew brighter and brighter as they moved faster and faster towards the granolith, the golden cord between them growing thinner and thinner before shattering, the children's bond not able to withstand the full power of the granolith. The granolith continued to grow brighter and brighter before releasing a large bolt of power as everything went dark.
Max hadn't left Zan's side since the boy collapsed earlier. While Liz, and the Parkers dealt with the kidnapping of the girl...Zan's sister, He had sat beside the teen trying in vain to heal him and wake his son up. He had collapsed hours ago, and nothing he tried would allow him to form the connection necessary to heal. He should be able to heal him...like he should have been able to heal his daughter years ago, he had failed her, he would not fail his son. He would die himself before he would let that happen. Closing his eyes Max concentrated once again upon the boy unconscious in front of him, but like the hundreds of times he had tried to heal Zan since he collapsed his power seemed to hit an invisible wall, nothing could penetrate it...and nothing could escape it. A sob escaped him as he felt his power returning unused. A pair of arms wrapping around his shoulders made him jump slightly as he opened his eyes and turned to look at his wife.
"He'll be okay Max..."
"Why can't I help him...Why can't I form a connection?"
In the granolith cave two lights began to glow, one amethyst, the other sapphire. The two lights flickered and danced together zipping around the granolith, soft giggling floated in the air as the two small lights bounced around unconcerned about anything outside.
They were playing happily in the Crashdown, Angel laughing as he chased her around. There were no worries about his mother or stepfather, no worries about anything. A group of adults were nearby laughing with them, one of them a man walked over and picked Angel up swinging her around as she giggled. Zan laughed with her as another of the adults, a woman, came up behind him hugging him lovingly laughing with him as they watched Angel and the man. There were several other adults still sitting in the booth. Zan could not see the adults' faces, but he knew they were a family.
Zan felt the woman behind him disappear as the others in front of him did. Fog surrounded him blocking all view of his surroundings. Complete silence replaced the joyful laughter then came the screams and cries. Familiar sounds that he had heard numerous times during his childhood. The sounds of Angel's screams, screams that tore at his heart every time he heard them, reminding him of all the times he failed to protect her. Not far away from him the fog solidified forming into the image of Angel standing in front of him, bruises covering her face, her clothing ripped and charred in several places. "Help me..." Her sad voice floated to him on the wind to him as he reached out to her, unable to reach her as her image flickered.
"angel...?"
"Help me Zan..."
"ANGEL!" Zan yelled as her form began to fade from view. He turned quickly as he heard another voice from behind him; the vision of Angel being held by Khivar as his mother hit her.
"It's your fault this is happening Zan, you should never have left." His mother said as she pulled a lighter from her back pocket and held the flame to Angel's arm. Zan flinched as he heard Angel's screams.
"You made us do this boy..." Khivar said as Zan tried to get closer, to stop them from hurting Angel.
"It's all your fault..." his mother said as she took one last swing at Angel.
"Why didn't you save me Zan...why are you letting them do this?" He heard as he saw Khivar's hands glowing an unearthly orange color and heard Angel's last scream as the power entered her before she collapsed.
"NO ANGEL!" Zan yelled as he bolted awake the image of Angel's beaten and abused body falling dead etched into his head. The last words he heard echoing in his ears, as he closed his eyes again the images of all the other times he could not protect her flashing behind his eyelids. So involved was Zan in the memories and chaos in his head, he did not notice the couple coming closer to where he sat until one of them spoke.
"Zan?" The use of his real name made Zan look up quickly not recognizing the couple for a few minutes as the memories of the night before and earlier in the day flooded into his head drowning for the moment the nightmarish images that had been plaguing him.
"Zan?" The man asked amazed again as he grabbed Zan in a hug. Zan flinched for a moment pushing the man away not noticing the hurt look that crossed Max's face.
Part 10
Miles away from Roswell, not too far from the cave where four young children began their lives, The granolith stood glowing brightly. Power coursing through the tall spire in waves of bright white light as the ancient machine began to receive the power being put out by it's two youngest charges. Power bouncing inside of it as the granolith felt pull from both of the children, The light surrounding it grew brighter and brighter as it released energy to help it's youngest. Two glowing balls of energy formed in front of it, one a deep amethyst color the other a dark sapphire, both being fed by the energy being released from the Granolith, both connected to each other by a glowing gold stream of light. The two balls of light grew brighter and brighter as they moved faster and faster towards the granolith, the golden cord between them growing thinner and thinner before shattering, the children's bond not able to withstand the full power of the granolith. The granolith continued to grow brighter and brighter before releasing a large bolt of power as everything went dark.
Max hadn't left Zan's side since the boy collapsed earlier. While Liz, and the Parkers dealt with the kidnapping of the girl...Zan's sister, He had sat beside the teen trying in vain to heal him and wake his son up. He had collapsed hours ago, and nothing he tried would allow him to form the connection necessary to heal. He should be able to heal him...like he should have been able to heal his daughter years ago, he had failed her, he would not fail his son. He would die himself before he would let that happen. Closing his eyes Max concentrated once again upon the boy unconscious in front of him, but like the hundreds of times he had tried to heal Zan since he collapsed his power seemed to hit an invisible wall, nothing could penetrate it...and nothing could escape it. A sob escaped him as he felt his power returning unused. A pair of arms wrapping around his shoulders made him jump slightly as he opened his eyes and turned to look at his wife.
"He'll be okay Max..."
"Why can't I help him...Why can't I form a connection?"
In the granolith cave two lights began to glow, one amethyst, the other sapphire. The two lights flickered and danced together zipping around the granolith, soft giggling floated in the air as the two small lights bounced around unconcerned about anything outside.
They were playing happily in the Crashdown, Angel laughing as he chased her around. There were no worries about his mother or stepfather, no worries about anything. A group of adults were nearby laughing with them, one of them a man walked over and picked Angel up swinging her around as she giggled. Zan laughed with her as another of the adults, a woman, came up behind him hugging him lovingly laughing with him as they watched Angel and the man. There were several other adults still sitting in the booth. Zan could not see the adults' faces, but he knew they were a family.
Zan felt the woman behind him disappear as the others in front of him did. Fog surrounded him blocking all view of his surroundings. Complete silence replaced the joyful laughter then came the screams and cries. Familiar sounds that he had heard numerous times during his childhood. The sounds of Angel's screams, screams that tore at his heart every time he heard them, reminding him of all the times he failed to protect her. Not far away from him the fog solidified forming into the image of Angel standing in front of him, bruises covering her face, her clothing ripped and charred in several places. "Help me..." Her sad voice floated to him on the wind to him as he reached out to her, unable to reach her as her image flickered.
"angel...?"
"Help me Zan..."
"ANGEL!" Zan yelled as her form began to fade from view. He turned quickly as he heard another voice from behind him; the vision of Angel being held by Khivar as his mother hit her.
"It's your fault this is happening Zan, you should never have left." His mother said as she pulled a lighter from her back pocket and held the flame to Angel's arm. Zan flinched as he heard Angel's screams.
"You made us do this boy..." Khivar said as Zan tried to get closer, to stop them from hurting Angel.
"It's all your fault..." his mother said as she took one last swing at Angel.
"Why didn't you save me Zan...why are you letting them do this?" He heard as he saw Khivar's hands glowing an unearthly orange color and heard Angel's last scream as the power entered her before she collapsed.
"NO ANGEL!" Zan yelled as he bolted awake the image of Angel's beaten and abused body falling dead etched into his head. The last words he heard echoing in his ears, as he closed his eyes again the images of all the other times he could not protect her flashing behind his eyelids. So involved was Zan in the memories and chaos in his head, he did not notice the couple coming closer to where he sat until one of them spoke.
"Zan?" The use of his real name made Zan look up quickly not recognizing the couple for a few minutes as the memories of the night before and earlier in the day flooded into his head drowning for the moment the nightmarish images that had been plaguing him.
"Zan?" The man asked amazed again as he grabbed Zan in a hug. Zan flinched for a moment pushing the man away not noticing the hurt look that crossed Max's face.