Yes, I already took this story down and editted it. Reason being? I decided to change the story title and some of the prologue so I might as well start it new.
NOTE: I am seriously thinking about writing a story based on Roswell following the tale but with the addition of some fanfiction authors. Those who I find to be my most loyal readers and with their permission are most likely to get in, because I'd like to be those inside to enjoy my writing. (After all, who wants to read a story about them that they think is dull or crud?) If you're interested, let me know! (No PMs, though, please. I normally don't check my email)
Summary: After Rath and Lonnie betrayed him, Zan finds himself faking his death to make it out alive. On his own, he finds himself rethinking his feeling on Ava...but what happens when almost two years later he finds a young orphan being taken in a New York home, especially upon discovering he shares his name. Zan.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Yeah, rub it in why don't you?
"God damn Rath. Frickin' Lonnie!" Zan shouted inside the sewers that the four Antarians had come to call home, his voice echoing throughout the endless tunnel.
It just killed him to know that the three he had known as family throughout his life had betrayed him in such a way.
'No, four,' that fact he mentally corrected himself. He couldn't help but remember the look on Ava's face, the way she screamed as they pushed him into that car. The expression had driven him nuts, and for some reason he had been so close to telling her that he was alright, that he wasn't really dead. It had been too hard not to reach up and touch her hair. Sighing, he shook his head. After all, this came down to one question.
Why he had faked his death? Why hadn't he moved? Why had he let them think he was so weak that he couldn't stop a truck from crushing him? Unfortunately for them, they underestimated him. It wasn't too much trouble for the King of Antar to project the wheel of the truck to miss him, and then to shape shift his body to look mangled and broken.
They had ran from the incident, dragging a hysterical Ava along with them. Who knew what they would do? But as he got up from the scene, following them at a distance and watched as they drove off, he couldn't help but notice what the license plate said. New Mexico.
How could they even think of this? Were they so desperate to go home?
And now all he could wonder is how long they would be gone, if the other Zan would agree...and how much time he had before he had to disappear from the life he knew forever.
He just had to figure out where he was going to go...and what he was going to do about it. Sighing, he pulled a bag onto his shoulder and put just a few of their things with him. After all, they didn't have much to start with. Quickly grabbing one of Ava's chokers, however, he tied it around his wrist on impulse. What was this feeling that he kept getting when he thought of her? He had never felt this before. After all, he knew that there had to be something more for him that this destiny he was meant to live, and how much he hated the thought of his past life. Now things seemed to be changing, however, and he couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen to Ava. What if they hurt her next? It was hard to forget the stricken look and defiance as Rath dragged her away. And how angry he looked. All Zan could hope for would be that they wouldn't do anything to her. That, and the other set would be much safer for her to be around than his sister and his second were.
Shifting the backpack once more, he sighed and looked back and what had been his home for the past several years. It was hard looking for the future but he knew one thing he had to do. He had to get to Roswell and find out what was going on. And stop Rath and Lonnie once and for all.
That's the Prologue. The first chapter (which will be rather longer, as you may be hoping for...I'm hoping you enjoy my story) should be up soon. R/R, please!