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[b]Chapter 9[/b]
Max fervently searched the streets. Where the hell was she? He was going out of his mind with worry. He could only feel calmness from her through the connection, and that didn't calm him down - it made him even more anxious to get to Liz. Then he felt the heat in his back and the jeep swayed. The pain was excruciating and he knew it came from Liz.
"Noooo!" he breathed and tried to make the jeep go faster.
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Tess watched Nasedo with a paralyzed look on her face. He was only going to rape her! What was he doing?! Even though she hated the girl, Liz was someone she knew and she couldn't stand her agonizing and animalistic cries of pain. When Liz's cries diminished before finally coming to an end, Tess was awoken from her reveries.
"Nasedo, stop!!" she yelled. "What are you doing?!"
Nasedo's head jerked up at the sound of her voice. He looked down at the girl on the ground. She was lying on her stomach and there was a handprint - his handprint - burnt through her blouse and burnt into her skin. When he realized that he had let his control slip he slammed his fist into the ground.
"Damn!" he cried.
They both turned their head towards the road at the sound of a car. Tess peeked around the corner and saw a very familiar jeep approaching.
"Nasedo, Max is coming!" Tess hissed, fear seizing her. Everything had started to fall apart. This plan had gone wrong in all ways possibly. Nasedo thought quickly. The girl's pulse was life-threatening weak, but she was still alive. He could use her in some way if Max wasn't willing to voluntarily get them to their home planet.
"Tess! You have to project an image to Max that Liz is dead," Nasedo ordered.
"But I can't get into his mind!" Tess said.
"Well, it's either that or we will never get home! Anyway, he is probably going out of his mind with worry, if he is looking for her - as I suspect he is. I would guess he's more susceptible to mind warp now - he is weakened by his emotions!"
Tess nodded meekly, closed her eyes and focused on Max.
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"Oh no, don't let that be her," Max thought when he saw a small figure lying in a dark alley, even though he knew that it must be her since he hadn't felt her since the excruciating pain had come to an end a few minutes ago. The jeep came to a screeching halt. He didn't know how he got to her but suddenly he was on his knees beside her still figure. His eyes blurred with tears, he frantically searched after a pulse, his hands becoming bloody in the process. The blood was seeping out of a large cut in her back. He turned her around, barely noticing her open blouse. He slowly pulled her into his lap, as the truth hit him in the face.
"NOOOOOOO!!" his agonized cry echoed in the dark.
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It was in that position Michael and Isabel found him ten minutes later. Max was clutching Liz to his chest, rocking them back and forth. His hands and shirt were smeared with her blood and tears were slowly sliding down his cheeks.
"Oh my god," Isabel gasped.
Michael took Isabel's hand and they walked towards Max.
"Max...Maxwell...," Michael said, but got no response.
"Oh my god, Michael. Is she...is she?" Isabel sobbed.
Michael looked Liz over. Her lips were blue, her hands and face deadly pale. Her clothes were dirty and tore, her hair was tousled and there seemed to be blood in it. On the ground beside Max was a dark pool of blood. "Oh, my god... It looks like she was raped," Michael thought feeling nauseous. Michael could feel Isabel sliding to the ground beside him - her crying the only sound in the cold starless night. Michael turned around and vomited - emptying his stomach of its content.
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[i]In a motel somewhere between Roswell and Santa Fe
One week later[/i]
Tess sank down in the worn-out arm-chair with a loud thud. She was exhausted. It had been the worst week of her life. Her energy level had been so low, she had several times been on the verge of passing out. It had been straining, to say the least, to trick everyone in Roswell that Liz Parker was dead. She had thought that it would have been difficult to get Max to believe it, but it had actually been quite easy. Max had been so worried that Liz was dead, that it was easy to push him into actually seeing it and believing it. The difficult part was to make several people simultaneously to believe that they were looking at the dead body of Liz Parker. She was nearly always projecting an image of something to someone. She had to follow her imaginative Liz around. It had been some relief when she had been put in a coffin - people didn't look at her so much then. Today had been her funeral - and it had almost been the final straw to Tess. She had almost ruined a whole week hard work today. Her energy was almost completely gone already and then she had to make a whole church full of people believe that Liz was lying dead in the open coffin, when the coffin in reality was completely empty.
The only positive thing to come out of all this was that she would be able to be a comfort to Max, now that Liz was out of the way. Tess hadn't really had the energy or opportunity to 'comfort' Max before the funeral because she had to fake the whole Liz-Parker's-death scenario. Her eyes drifted purposeless around the cheesy motel she found herself sitting in. Her eyes came to rest at the immobile figure in the bed. She came to think about how devastated Max was. Even though she was the one to be around him and comfort him now, it still angered her that Max still hung on to Liz. The little Tess had seen of Max during the week, she had only met his body. Max Evans had not been there. Maria had said something about that Max had died the day Liz did.
"Well, I'm going to see to it that Max lets go of Liz," Tess murmured. "She was only a human and he will soon see straight again when the spell Liz Parker had over him breaks. And then he will appreciate to have a female shoulder to cry out on - with other words - mine."
Neither Tess nor Nasedo had the power of healing and Liz had been pretty bad off the first days. They had (much to Tess's annoyance) taken care of her, however in the human way. Unfortunately, most of her injuries were internal. Nasedo constantly fed her with his energy by connecting with her, to keep her breathing. She had been in a state of coma the whole time and Tess was surprised that she actually had survived this long. Even though Nasedo kept insisting that they needed her, Tess could not really see why. Even in an unconscious state, Liz Parker was affecting Tess's life and causing her trouble.
Tess closed her eyes and drew some deep breaths, fighting the unconsciousness from drowning her - like it had done so many times during the week.
"So, you're back," she heard Nasedo's voice state.
With her eyes still closed, Tess murmured, "Tell me again why I'm going through this hell!"
"Don't be stupid! It's our only way to get home. Max has the royal seal and he is the only one who can get the Granolith working," Nasedo hissed through his teeth.
"Wow, you're in a good mood," Tess said and opened her eyes.
"That bitch has been nagging me all day," Nasedo said, waving his hand into the direction of the unconscious Liz.
"What do you mean?" Tess asked and narrowed her eyes. Had Liz been conscious?
"She constantly stops breathing and I have fed her tons of my energy," Nasedo said and headed towards the small kitchen.
"Oh," Tess said, relaxing a bit. "Why don't you just kill her?"
Even though they weren't in the same room anymore, Tess could clearly hear Nasedo gritting his teeth and letting out a loud sigh.
"She's our insurance. If Max decides that he rather would grieve instead of getting us home, we make him an offer. We trade Liz to him if he promises to follow with us home! And if I have learned anything at all about Max and Liz's so called relationship, it is that Max would give up his whole life here on Earth, with her, if that would insure Liz's safety."
"He will soon get over her. She is not that important to him," Tess said with a voice mixed with sullenness and jealousy.
Nasedo came back into the bedroom.
"You really are stupid, aren't you!" he said. "You can flutter your eyelashes at him - hell, you can even flash him - but he will never think anything remotely close of you that he felt about her."
Tess slumped back in the arm-chair, her lips formed in a surly pout, resembling a spoiled kid that hadn't gotten her way. "You'll see," she thought. "I will make Max desire me more than he could ever desire that mouse. And if I have to kill her to convince you, well..."
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[i]Roswell, the Evans' resident[/i]
In the evening of the day of Liz Parker's funeral
"Isabel. Can you get Max and tell him that dinner's ready," Mrs. Evans said.
The air in the Evans' resident was heavy. The funeral of Liz Parker earlier that day had put an end to the existence of Liz in Roswell and on this Earth. But to some people, she would never disappear. Isabel slowly lifted her feet up the stairs towards Max's room. The police had declared that Liz had been raped and then murdered. Isabel couldn't look Max into his eyes anymore. It was no use - her brother wasn't there anymore. His otherwise so soulful eyes were empty - a complete devoid of emotions. Isabel stopped outside his closed door. Not a sound was heard from inside. She lightly knocked on the door, and without waiting for a reply (because she knew she wouldn't get one) she opened the door slightly and peeked inside.
Max's body was lying on his back in his bed. There was no light on in his room and as the sun had already begun its descent outside his window, the room was slowly growing darker. His eyes were fixed on a point in the ceiling, but his eyes were not seeing.
"Max," Isabel said gently and opened the door more, stepping inside. "How are you?"
He didn't answer, he didn't even flinch. He gave no indication whatsoever that he even was aware that she was in the room. Isabel went over to his bed and sat down on the edge beside him. She took one of his hands in hers. The warmth of his hand were in strong contrast to his cold eyes.
"Max," Isabel whispered and before she knew it tears had started flowing down her cheeks as she looked into his eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Max," she sobbed. "She was just so full of life - I talked with her earlier that day." A single tear started to run down Max's cheek - the first of many unshed tears to come. "Why did it happen to her? Why her? She always saw the good in people. She had such faith in people." Max's tears matched Isabel's now. "I miss her, Max....I miss you."
Isabel laid down beside her brother, burying her head in his shirt seeking brotherly comfort.
Max's control broke and he put his arms around his sister, relishing in the human touch. He cried openly now, clutching Isabel close to him. When Mrs. Evans a few minutes later came up the stairs and stepped into Max's room in the search of Max and Isabel she found them on Max's bed together, with their arms around each other - crying and seeking comfort in each other - grieving the loved girl they had both lost.
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[i]In a motel somewhere between Roswell and Santa Fe,
Two weeks post Liz Parker's funeral[/i]
Tess slammed the door close with a frustrated scream. Damn that Max Evans! Three weeks had passed since Liz had presumably died and he still hadn't forgotten about her. He didn't even want to meet Tess. Tess could not understand why, she was so kind and gentle towards him. But screw him! She was tired of sucking up to him, tired of not getting anything back in return. She could as well talk to a dead fish - maybe she would achieve more response then! Her eyes fell on Liz, lying in the same position as ever in the bed of the motel.
"This is all your fault, bitch!" Tess screamed and attacked the helpless form on the bed, making Liz the target for her anger and frustration. Tess took a hold of Liz's shoulders and shook her violently.
"Stop messing up my life!!!" Tess screamed, her hands moving to form a firm grip around Liz's throat with the purpose of squeezing the life out of her once and for all. As Liz's dry and parched lips were turning blue from the lack of oxygen, Tess was suddenly knocked backwards. Unexpectedly finding herself on the floor, she slowly rose to her feet to see what had happened. What she saw made her gasp.
Liz was covered in a blue light. Tess had seen the same light radiating out of Max's hand to protect himself - but then it held the color of green. In some way, Liz was now producing a force shield around herself as a protection.
"What the hell...," Tess murmured perplexed.
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TBC... Next chapter's already up, guys!!
Sorry for taking so long to update the story, but I'm having troubles getting into this site... : (
Just to make up for it - I'm posting TWO chapters today. How does that sound? : )
Firstly, thank yous!!
Patty - Thank you so much for your feedback!! It really means the world to me!!
AngelFlyer - Thank you, and welcome to this fic!!
Cheri - Thank you so much for the feedback!!
T - Thank you, and welcome to this fic!!
Okay, without further ado... here's the next two chapters...
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[b]Chapter 9[/b]
Max fervently searched the streets. Where the hell was she? He was going out of his mind with worry. He could only feel calmness from her through the connection, and that didn't calm him down - it made him even more anxious to get to Liz. Then he felt the heat in his back and the jeep swayed. The pain was excruciating and he knew it came from Liz.
"Noooo!" he breathed and tried to make the jeep go faster.
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Tess watched Nasedo with a paralyzed look on her face. He was only going to rape her! What was he doing?! Even though she hated the girl, Liz was someone she knew and she couldn't stand her agonizing and animalistic cries of pain. When Liz's cries diminished before finally coming to an end, Tess was awoken from her reveries.
"Nasedo, stop!!" she yelled. "What are you doing?!"
Nasedo's head jerked up at the sound of her voice. He looked down at the girl on the ground. She was lying on her stomach and there was a handprint - his handprint - burnt through her blouse and burnt into her skin. When he realized that he had let his control slip he slammed his fist into the ground.
"Damn!" he cried.
They both turned their head towards the road at the sound of a car. Tess peeked around the corner and saw a very familiar jeep approaching.
"Nasedo, Max is coming!" Tess hissed, fear seizing her. Everything had started to fall apart. This plan had gone wrong in all ways possibly. Nasedo thought quickly. The girl's pulse was life-threatening weak, but she was still alive. He could use her in some way if Max wasn't willing to voluntarily get them to their home planet.
"Tess! You have to project an image to Max that Liz is dead," Nasedo ordered.
"But I can't get into his mind!" Tess said.
"Well, it's either that or we will never get home! Anyway, he is probably going out of his mind with worry, if he is looking for her - as I suspect he is. I would guess he's more susceptible to mind warp now - he is weakened by his emotions!"
Tess nodded meekly, closed her eyes and focused on Max.
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"Oh no, don't let that be her," Max thought when he saw a small figure lying in a dark alley, even though he knew that it must be her since he hadn't felt her since the excruciating pain had come to an end a few minutes ago. The jeep came to a screeching halt. He didn't know how he got to her but suddenly he was on his knees beside her still figure. His eyes blurred with tears, he frantically searched after a pulse, his hands becoming bloody in the process. The blood was seeping out of a large cut in her back. He turned her around, barely noticing her open blouse. He slowly pulled her into his lap, as the truth hit him in the face.
"NOOOOOOO!!" his agonized cry echoed in the dark.
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It was in that position Michael and Isabel found him ten minutes later. Max was clutching Liz to his chest, rocking them back and forth. His hands and shirt were smeared with her blood and tears were slowly sliding down his cheeks.
"Oh my god," Isabel gasped.
Michael took Isabel's hand and they walked towards Max.
"Max...Maxwell...," Michael said, but got no response.
"Oh my god, Michael. Is she...is she?" Isabel sobbed.
Michael looked Liz over. Her lips were blue, her hands and face deadly pale. Her clothes were dirty and tore, her hair was tousled and there seemed to be blood in it. On the ground beside Max was a dark pool of blood. "Oh, my god... It looks like she was raped," Michael thought feeling nauseous. Michael could feel Isabel sliding to the ground beside him - her crying the only sound in the cold starless night. Michael turned around and vomited - emptying his stomach of its content.
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[i]In a motel somewhere between Roswell and Santa Fe
One week later[/i]
Tess sank down in the worn-out arm-chair with a loud thud. She was exhausted. It had been the worst week of her life. Her energy level had been so low, she had several times been on the verge of passing out. It had been straining, to say the least, to trick everyone in Roswell that Liz Parker was dead. She had thought that it would have been difficult to get Max to believe it, but it had actually been quite easy. Max had been so worried that Liz was dead, that it was easy to push him into actually seeing it and believing it. The difficult part was to make several people simultaneously to believe that they were looking at the dead body of Liz Parker. She was nearly always projecting an image of something to someone. She had to follow her imaginative Liz around. It had been some relief when she had been put in a coffin - people didn't look at her so much then. Today had been her funeral - and it had almost been the final straw to Tess. She had almost ruined a whole week hard work today. Her energy was almost completely gone already and then she had to make a whole church full of people believe that Liz was lying dead in the open coffin, when the coffin in reality was completely empty.
The only positive thing to come out of all this was that she would be able to be a comfort to Max, now that Liz was out of the way. Tess hadn't really had the energy or opportunity to 'comfort' Max before the funeral because she had to fake the whole Liz-Parker's-death scenario. Her eyes drifted purposeless around the cheesy motel she found herself sitting in. Her eyes came to rest at the immobile figure in the bed. She came to think about how devastated Max was. Even though she was the one to be around him and comfort him now, it still angered her that Max still hung on to Liz. The little Tess had seen of Max during the week, she had only met his body. Max Evans had not been there. Maria had said something about that Max had died the day Liz did.
"Well, I'm going to see to it that Max lets go of Liz," Tess murmured. "She was only a human and he will soon see straight again when the spell Liz Parker had over him breaks. And then he will appreciate to have a female shoulder to cry out on - with other words - mine."
Neither Tess nor Nasedo had the power of healing and Liz had been pretty bad off the first days. They had (much to Tess's annoyance) taken care of her, however in the human way. Unfortunately, most of her injuries were internal. Nasedo constantly fed her with his energy by connecting with her, to keep her breathing. She had been in a state of coma the whole time and Tess was surprised that she actually had survived this long. Even though Nasedo kept insisting that they needed her, Tess could not really see why. Even in an unconscious state, Liz Parker was affecting Tess's life and causing her trouble.
Tess closed her eyes and drew some deep breaths, fighting the unconsciousness from drowning her - like it had done so many times during the week.
"So, you're back," she heard Nasedo's voice state.
With her eyes still closed, Tess murmured, "Tell me again why I'm going through this hell!"
"Don't be stupid! It's our only way to get home. Max has the royal seal and he is the only one who can get the Granolith working," Nasedo hissed through his teeth.
"Wow, you're in a good mood," Tess said and opened her eyes.
"That bitch has been nagging me all day," Nasedo said, waving his hand into the direction of the unconscious Liz.
"What do you mean?" Tess asked and narrowed her eyes. Had Liz been conscious?
"She constantly stops breathing and I have fed her tons of my energy," Nasedo said and headed towards the small kitchen.
"Oh," Tess said, relaxing a bit. "Why don't you just kill her?"
Even though they weren't in the same room anymore, Tess could clearly hear Nasedo gritting his teeth and letting out a loud sigh.
"She's our insurance. If Max decides that he rather would grieve instead of getting us home, we make him an offer. We trade Liz to him if he promises to follow with us home! And if I have learned anything at all about Max and Liz's so called relationship, it is that Max would give up his whole life here on Earth, with her, if that would insure Liz's safety."
"He will soon get over her. She is not that important to him," Tess said with a voice mixed with sullenness and jealousy.
Nasedo came back into the bedroom.
"You really are stupid, aren't you!" he said. "You can flutter your eyelashes at him - hell, you can even flash him - but he will never think anything remotely close of you that he felt about her."
Tess slumped back in the arm-chair, her lips formed in a surly pout, resembling a spoiled kid that hadn't gotten her way. "You'll see," she thought. "I will make Max desire me more than he could ever desire that mouse. And if I have to kill her to convince you, well..."
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[i]Roswell, the Evans' resident[/i]
In the evening of the day of Liz Parker's funeral
"Isabel. Can you get Max and tell him that dinner's ready," Mrs. Evans said.
The air in the Evans' resident was heavy. The funeral of Liz Parker earlier that day had put an end to the existence of Liz in Roswell and on this Earth. But to some people, she would never disappear. Isabel slowly lifted her feet up the stairs towards Max's room. The police had declared that Liz had been raped and then murdered. Isabel couldn't look Max into his eyes anymore. It was no use - her brother wasn't there anymore. His otherwise so soulful eyes were empty - a complete devoid of emotions. Isabel stopped outside his closed door. Not a sound was heard from inside. She lightly knocked on the door, and without waiting for a reply (because she knew she wouldn't get one) she opened the door slightly and peeked inside.
Max's body was lying on his back in his bed. There was no light on in his room and as the sun had already begun its descent outside his window, the room was slowly growing darker. His eyes were fixed on a point in the ceiling, but his eyes were not seeing.
"Max," Isabel said gently and opened the door more, stepping inside. "How are you?"
He didn't answer, he didn't even flinch. He gave no indication whatsoever that he even was aware that she was in the room. Isabel went over to his bed and sat down on the edge beside him. She took one of his hands in hers. The warmth of his hand were in strong contrast to his cold eyes.
"Max," Isabel whispered and before she knew it tears had started flowing down her cheeks as she looked into his eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Max," she sobbed. "She was just so full of life - I talked with her earlier that day." A single tear started to run down Max's cheek - the first of many unshed tears to come. "Why did it happen to her? Why her? She always saw the good in people. She had such faith in people." Max's tears matched Isabel's now. "I miss her, Max....I miss you."
Isabel laid down beside her brother, burying her head in his shirt seeking brotherly comfort.
Max's control broke and he put his arms around his sister, relishing in the human touch. He cried openly now, clutching Isabel close to him. When Mrs. Evans a few minutes later came up the stairs and stepped into Max's room in the search of Max and Isabel she found them on Max's bed together, with their arms around each other - crying and seeking comfort in each other - grieving the loved girl they had both lost.
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[i]In a motel somewhere between Roswell and Santa Fe,
Two weeks post Liz Parker's funeral[/i]
Tess slammed the door close with a frustrated scream. Damn that Max Evans! Three weeks had passed since Liz had presumably died and he still hadn't forgotten about her. He didn't even want to meet Tess. Tess could not understand why, she was so kind and gentle towards him. But screw him! She was tired of sucking up to him, tired of not getting anything back in return. She could as well talk to a dead fish - maybe she would achieve more response then! Her eyes fell on Liz, lying in the same position as ever in the bed of the motel.
"This is all your fault, bitch!" Tess screamed and attacked the helpless form on the bed, making Liz the target for her anger and frustration. Tess took a hold of Liz's shoulders and shook her violently.
"Stop messing up my life!!!" Tess screamed, her hands moving to form a firm grip around Liz's throat with the purpose of squeezing the life out of her once and for all. As Liz's dry and parched lips were turning blue from the lack of oxygen, Tess was suddenly knocked backwards. Unexpectedly finding herself on the floor, she slowly rose to her feet to see what had happened. What she saw made her gasp.
Liz was covered in a blue light. Tess had seen the same light radiating out of Max's hand to protect himself - but then it held the color of green. In some way, Liz was now producing a force shield around herself as a protection.
"What the hell...," Tess murmured perplexed.
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TBC... Next chapter's already up, guys!!