[b]Disclaimer:[/b] You know the drill…the characters aren't mine Roswell
and all characters belong to Jason Katims, 20th Century Fox etc. I'm just
borrowing them.
[b]Rating:[/b] PG-13 – possibly to R
Chapter Forty-Five – [I]Deceptions and Delusions[/I]
The first day back at school, after finding out she was officially married was a tough one for Liz. Not to mention the fact that she had to watch Tess practically glue herself to Max. It was either that, or possibly some type of alien morning sickness that made her want to throw up every time she saw Tess.
The bell rang, and Liz slid through the door of study hall as the last echo of the ring faded away, earning her a look of reprimand from Mr. Seligman.
"Sorry," she said, walking past the desk and taking her seat. She opened her chemistry book, and notebook, and tried to study
[I]When the agent is added to the reactant, it's properties will….[/I]. Liz's eyes glazed over and her mind began to wander.
Che'koth materialized in front of them as they assembled in front of the granolith.
"Greetings Majesties," he said, inclining his head slightly towards Max and Liz.
[I]Oh my God,[/I] Liz thought to herself in shock. [I]He means me. I'm considered royalty now![/I] She shook her head, and tried to focus on Che'koth's words, while a small part of her brain tried to focus on her realization.
"Our thinkers are unsure as to why the memory implants did not take. They hypothesize that when our enemies tampered with the embryos, some damage occurred. They have come up with a solution to this unforeseen difficulty, however."
"So like what are they going to get, the Cliff Notes version of Antarian history?" asked Kyle.
"Something like that, my Lord, however, you all will be a part of this process."
"Uh, define the word process, would you?" asked Kyle, every alien abduction movie he had ever seen flashing through his mind.
"If you will all take your positions around the granolith, the process can begin," said Che'koth. "It is not a painful procedure, and after it is completed, you will understand so much more about our world, and your place in it."
As a seamless unit, they move to the places where they had stood the first time they activated the granolith. As soon as they were in place, a burst of orange light shot out from the granolith and enveloped them. Liz felt a surge of energy rush through her body. Her legs felt as if they could no longer hold her up, yet she didn't topple to the floor. She remained standing, as though held by some unseen force. Suddenly, her mind was filled with images. Scene after scene flashed through her head, along with thousands of voices. Her head felt as though it was going to explode from all the information she was trying to process. Faster and faster the images poured into her head. She was unable to pick out any details, and yet she felt as though she had a complete grasp of everything that she saw. The images began to slow, and she saw Max. She knew it was Max, but it wasn't.
[I]Zan,[/I] she thought. [I]That must be Zan.[/I] She saw what her friends lives were like on Antar. She saw them growing up together, laughing, and playing and having fun, swimming in the ocean, and climbing trees. She saw them grow up, and assume adult roles, and she saw them die. She tried to scream. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, or if it did, it was lost in the cacophony of voices she still heard in her head. Liz saw a beautiful woman emerge amid all the death and destruction, and she realized it was Max and Isabelle's mother. She saw the scientists working frantically, trying to preserve the DNA of the four, to ensure that they would live again.
The images began to speed up again, and Liz saw how the people of Antar lived since the death of King Zan. On the surface, life was normal, but they were the virtual prisoners of Kivar. An image of Max and Isabelle's mother appeared again, only this time, she spoke to them directly.
"My children. Che'koth has told me what has happened, and how you have no memory of our world. It is our hopes that after this procedure, you will know all there is to know of our world and our lives. I beg you, do not think of returning to Antar. It is not safe for you her. But do not worry for our safety, for the end is near. We are close to driving Kivar and his followers out of office, and when that happens, the royal house of Antar will again rule!"
"Ms. Parker. Ms. Parker! Were you planning on attending your next class any time soon?" Liz heard a dry voice ask from a distance. She mentally shook herself from her reverie.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Seligman. I was, uh, I was just studying," stammered Liz.
"Ms. Parker, I may not be 'with it,' but I am also not stupid," said the science teacher. "You were no more studying, than I was. Now get your things together and move along to your next class. I'm certain your next teacher won't be as understanding as I was."
"Yes, Mr. Seligman, I'm sorry Mr. Seligman," said Liz, gathering her books. She rushed out into the hall, and joined the mass of students moving through the hall. Liz pushed on, trying to get to class, when a hand reached out and pulled her out of the crowd.
"Hey, hey Lizzie, babe. How's it hangin? You are lookin fine, babe. How about youse and I go play a game of tonsil hockey?"
"Michael!" she cried. "What's gotten into you? Let go of me, I'm going to be late for class." Liz pulled her arm away from Michael, gave him a strange look and continued her journey up the hall. She was just about to walk into her English class when she heard her name being shouted down the hall.
"Liz! Liz! Wait up a second, I want to talk to you." She turned to find Michael waving to her, and pushing through the other students to get to her side.
"Now what, Michael?" she asked wearily. "Are you here to challenge me to another game of, what did you call it, tonsil hockey?"
"No, I, what?" he asked, in confusion.
"Just a minute ago," said Liz. "Down the hall, by Max's locker, you pulled me out of the crowed and practically mauled me. Wait a second," she said, her voice puzzled. "How did you get up here so fast, and when did you change clothes?"
"Liz, are you alright?" asked Michael. "You're talking kind of crazy. I was just down in shop class. I haven't been near Max's locker all morning."
"Michael, stop fooling around," said Liz. "I just saw you down there, and you were wearing a West Roswell High sweat shirt."
"Liz, was last night too much for you or something," he asked worriedly. "I don't even own a West Roswell High shirt. You couldn't have seen," his voice trailed off. He looked around and spied Kyle running down the hall.
"Valenti!" he called. "Get over here right now!"
"No problem," said Kyle. "Since it's my class anyhow."
"I don't care about that," said Michael. "I think we have a problem. Stick with Liz. Don't let her out of your site. I'm going to go check it out!"
"What was that all about?" asked Kyle. "Liz, are you alright?"
"Yeah," she replied, her voice shaking a bit. "But I think I just had another run in with Rath."
[b]Rating:[/b] PG-13 – possibly to R
Chapter Forty-Five – [I]Deceptions and Delusions[/I]
The first day back at school, after finding out she was officially married was a tough one for Liz. Not to mention the fact that she had to watch Tess practically glue herself to Max. It was either that, or possibly some type of alien morning sickness that made her want to throw up every time she saw Tess.
The bell rang, and Liz slid through the door of study hall as the last echo of the ring faded away, earning her a look of reprimand from Mr. Seligman.
"Sorry," she said, walking past the desk and taking her seat. She opened her chemistry book, and notebook, and tried to study
[I]When the agent is added to the reactant, it's properties will….[/I]. Liz's eyes glazed over and her mind began to wander.
Che'koth materialized in front of them as they assembled in front of the granolith.
"Greetings Majesties," he said, inclining his head slightly towards Max and Liz.
[I]Oh my God,[/I] Liz thought to herself in shock. [I]He means me. I'm considered royalty now![/I] She shook her head, and tried to focus on Che'koth's words, while a small part of her brain tried to focus on her realization.
"Our thinkers are unsure as to why the memory implants did not take. They hypothesize that when our enemies tampered with the embryos, some damage occurred. They have come up with a solution to this unforeseen difficulty, however."
"So like what are they going to get, the Cliff Notes version of Antarian history?" asked Kyle.
"Something like that, my Lord, however, you all will be a part of this process."
"Uh, define the word process, would you?" asked Kyle, every alien abduction movie he had ever seen flashing through his mind.
"If you will all take your positions around the granolith, the process can begin," said Che'koth. "It is not a painful procedure, and after it is completed, you will understand so much more about our world, and your place in it."
As a seamless unit, they move to the places where they had stood the first time they activated the granolith. As soon as they were in place, a burst of orange light shot out from the granolith and enveloped them. Liz felt a surge of energy rush through her body. Her legs felt as if they could no longer hold her up, yet she didn't topple to the floor. She remained standing, as though held by some unseen force. Suddenly, her mind was filled with images. Scene after scene flashed through her head, along with thousands of voices. Her head felt as though it was going to explode from all the information she was trying to process. Faster and faster the images poured into her head. She was unable to pick out any details, and yet she felt as though she had a complete grasp of everything that she saw. The images began to slow, and she saw Max. She knew it was Max, but it wasn't.
[I]Zan,[/I] she thought. [I]That must be Zan.[/I] She saw what her friends lives were like on Antar. She saw them growing up together, laughing, and playing and having fun, swimming in the ocean, and climbing trees. She saw them grow up, and assume adult roles, and she saw them die. She tried to scream. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, or if it did, it was lost in the cacophony of voices she still heard in her head. Liz saw a beautiful woman emerge amid all the death and destruction, and she realized it was Max and Isabelle's mother. She saw the scientists working frantically, trying to preserve the DNA of the four, to ensure that they would live again.
The images began to speed up again, and Liz saw how the people of Antar lived since the death of King Zan. On the surface, life was normal, but they were the virtual prisoners of Kivar. An image of Max and Isabelle's mother appeared again, only this time, she spoke to them directly.
"My children. Che'koth has told me what has happened, and how you have no memory of our world. It is our hopes that after this procedure, you will know all there is to know of our world and our lives. I beg you, do not think of returning to Antar. It is not safe for you her. But do not worry for our safety, for the end is near. We are close to driving Kivar and his followers out of office, and when that happens, the royal house of Antar will again rule!"
"Ms. Parker. Ms. Parker! Were you planning on attending your next class any time soon?" Liz heard a dry voice ask from a distance. She mentally shook herself from her reverie.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Seligman. I was, uh, I was just studying," stammered Liz.
"Ms. Parker, I may not be 'with it,' but I am also not stupid," said the science teacher. "You were no more studying, than I was. Now get your things together and move along to your next class. I'm certain your next teacher won't be as understanding as I was."
"Yes, Mr. Seligman, I'm sorry Mr. Seligman," said Liz, gathering her books. She rushed out into the hall, and joined the mass of students moving through the hall. Liz pushed on, trying to get to class, when a hand reached out and pulled her out of the crowd.
"Hey, hey Lizzie, babe. How's it hangin? You are lookin fine, babe. How about youse and I go play a game of tonsil hockey?"
"Michael!" she cried. "What's gotten into you? Let go of me, I'm going to be late for class." Liz pulled her arm away from Michael, gave him a strange look and continued her journey up the hall. She was just about to walk into her English class when she heard her name being shouted down the hall.
"Liz! Liz! Wait up a second, I want to talk to you." She turned to find Michael waving to her, and pushing through the other students to get to her side.
"Now what, Michael?" she asked wearily. "Are you here to challenge me to another game of, what did you call it, tonsil hockey?"
"No, I, what?" he asked, in confusion.
"Just a minute ago," said Liz. "Down the hall, by Max's locker, you pulled me out of the crowed and practically mauled me. Wait a second," she said, her voice puzzled. "How did you get up here so fast, and when did you change clothes?"
"Liz, are you alright?" asked Michael. "You're talking kind of crazy. I was just down in shop class. I haven't been near Max's locker all morning."
"Michael, stop fooling around," said Liz. "I just saw you down there, and you were wearing a West Roswell High sweat shirt."
"Liz, was last night too much for you or something," he asked worriedly. "I don't even own a West Roswell High shirt. You couldn't have seen," his voice trailed off. He looked around and spied Kyle running down the hall.
"Valenti!" he called. "Get over here right now!"
"No problem," said Kyle. "Since it's my class anyhow."
"I don't care about that," said Michael. "I think we have a problem. Stick with Liz. Don't let her out of your site. I'm going to go check it out!"
"What was that all about?" asked Kyle. "Liz, are you alright?"
"Yeah," she replied, her voice shaking a bit. "But I think I just had another run in with Rath."