Note: I know that this goes totally goes against last few eps of the
series. But, let's pretend that all stuff after a tale of 2 parties never
happened, meaning no one has heard from Tess, or baby Zan, or whatever.
Michael's eyes widened as he caught the falling girl.
"Whoa.." He said.
"What's going on?" Liz asked. Maria and she were emerging from the backroom.
"I don't know. This girl just showed up here, and got all weird and catatonic and passed out." He said.
"Maybe she's sick." Maria said.
"Let's take her upstairs." Liz suggested. Michael lifted the girl into his arms and carried her up the stairs. He took her to Liz's room and laid her on Liz's bed.
"God, if I wasn't suffering from some serious cabin fever and boredom since Jesse's out of town, I would so be protesting here." Isabel sighed. Max laughed at his sister.
"And why's that?" He asked.
"Because I have no intention of sitting and watching you and Liz make googly eyes at one another." Isabel sighed. Max laughed and continued driving to his girlfriend's house/workplace. Max and Isabel arrived at the Crashdown.
"Guys?" Max called out. Liz came out of the backroom.
"Guys, we're upstairs." Liz said.
"Is something wrong?" Isabel asked.
"I don't know." Liz said. "Some girl showed up here, and just fainted." Max and Isabel's faces were filled with puzzlement as they followed Liz upstairs.
ROSWELL NM, 2018
The fireworks exploded in the air. Sierra and her best friend, Alex Ramirez sat on the roof of his house watching the beautiful designs erupting in the sky. He looked at her.
"It's amazing, huh?" He smiled. Sierra nodded.
"Beautiful." She said. Alex slowly put his hand on hers.
"So are you." He said. Sierra quickly drew her hand back. She looked at him.
"Al," she said softly. "Don't." Alex looked down.
"You can't just ask me to not love you." He whispered. Sierra sighed.
"Alex, please, don't do this." She said. Alex sighed.
"Right, I'm sorry. I forgot, you're head over heals over that Travis guy. Hmm, isn't he the enemy though?" He said, cocking his head to the side. Sierra looked at him.
"He's not the enemy." She said.
"Right, he just happens to be related to the enemy, living with the enemy, of course that doesn't mean he is the enemy." Alex said sarcastically.
"Alex, stop it." Sierra said sternly.
"What side is he on, just for the record?" Alex said.
"He's not on a side." She said. "He told me he's staying out of this." Alex scoffed.
"Sie, this isn't some neutral shit. He has to pick a side. So, either he's with us, or he's with them."
"How can you expect him to choose?" Sierra yelled at him. "He's caught straight in the middle of this."
"God, how blind are you?" Alex said. "It's obvious he's just trying to lure you to them."
"Alex, shut up, you have no idea what you're talking about." She said, standing up.
"If he's so harmless, Sie, why haven't you told your parents about him?" Alex asked. Sierra stopped. She looked at him.
"You know why." She said. "They wouldn't accept him."
Max, Maria, Michael, Isabel, Liz, Kyle and Jim Valenti stood by watching the girl lying on Liz's bed. Liz had called Jim after they took her upstairs, perhaps he knew of a reported runaway or something, the girl did have a severe beaten appearance and seemed to have been through a lot. Kyle had come along with his dad.
Sierra woke up from the dream/memory like a drowning victim taking new breath. She looked around. They were people......People she knew.......All around her.....But they were different.
"Are you ok?" Liz asked gently. Sierra nodded, putting her head in her hands.
"How....How long was I out for?" She asked softly.
"About an hour." Maria said. Sierra looked at each and every one of them, studying their faces. They were so different, so young. She opened her mouth to say everything that she had to say, but her voice caught in her throat.
"I.........I should go." She said, climbing out of the bed. She quickly left the room. The others looked at one another; they quickly followed this strange girl.
"Who are you?" Max asked, following the girl downstairs.
"Leave me alone." She said.
"Miss, are you in some kind of trouble?" Jim asked, gently taking her arm and turning her around. Sierra looked at him.
"Yeah, you could say that, and unless you want to be in trouble too, I suggest you let me leave." She said softly.
"What are you talking about?" Jim asked, his fatherly protective side coming up a bit.
"Nothing, just nothing." She said. She tried to pull her arm out of Jim's grasp, but he held on to her.
"How did you get in here?" Jim asked. "According to Liz, Maria and Michael, the door was locked." Sierra looked at them.
"It wasn't." She lied.
"It was." Liz insisted slightly. "I checked it. We were locking up."
"I.......Well.....Apparently the lock is shit." Sierra said, her voice dripping with defiant attitude. "Now can you let me go?" She said, pulling her arm free. She looked at them; they stared at her like she was some weird alien.....Which was kind of ironic if you stopped to think about it.
"Why did you come in here?" Michael asked.
"Would you cut it with the questions!?" Sierra said, having fully lost every ounce of patience she had. "Jesus I didn't travel 17 years to deal with this." She said under her breath, she ran her hand through her hair. Jim stared at her.
"What was that?" Sierra looked at him.
"N.....Nothing."
"No, you said something about traveling 17 years." He said. The others looked at her as well. Sierra sighed and sat on one of the stools by the counter with her head lowered.
"I......I'm from 17 years in the future." She said softly. The room was filled with a shocked silence.
"Wh....What are you talking about?" Kyle asked. "Are you on something?" Sierra's head snapped up and she glared at him.
"No I'm not on anything, Kyle." She said through gritted teeth. She looked at all of them. "And I'm not crazy either." She said.
"How.....How'd you know my name?" Kyle asked.
"Because I know you." Sierra said exasperated. "I know all of you. Maria, Michael, Liz, Max, Isabel. Do you believe me now?" She paused. "I used the granolith and came back in time." She said.
"What?" They all asked in unison. "What are you talking about....." Max asked cautiously, this could be some sort of trick to Sierra rolled her eyes.
"Hey, I cut the bullshit, so it's only fair that you do the same. I'm Sierra...You all know me.....Well. You will in a few years. I'm a," she paused a second. "Friend." She said.
"What kind of 'friend'?" Michael asked suspiciously. Sierra looked at him.
"The kind you'll meet in a few years." She said cocking an eyebrow. Maria looked at Sierra.
"What's the future like?" She asked. Sierra looked at her. She took a deep breath. "Well, up until a few years ago.....err......few years then......or whatever.....It was really great. Normal even."
"And then?" Max asked. Sierra looked down.
"And then the war started." She said softly. The others looked at her.
"What war?" Jim asked softly.
"War, between Earth and the Skins." There was silence in the room.
"Who are you?" Michael asked.
"I told you," Sierra said. "My name is Sier-"
"How do we know you're not a Skin making this all up?"
"He's right." Isabel said. "We don't know." Sierra looked down. Hearing these people, the people who were........are........will be so important to her life, and they can't trust her. She held back the urge to cry.
"You don't have to trust me." She forced out. "I know I-"
"I trust you." Liz said, cutting into Sierra's words. Everyone looked at Liz, shock on all their faces, all, except Maria who knew the whole future/granolith thing. "I think you're telling the truth." Liz said. Sierra looked at her.
"Thank you. But, I'm not here for your trust."
"What are you here for?" Liz asked.
"At first, I was coming here, to 2002, to get away from 20019." She looked down. "To get away from all the death."
"And now?" Kyle asked.
"I'm here to warn you." She said cryptically.
"Warn us? Warn us about what?" Liz asked, she subconsciously clutched onto Max's arm.
"I'm not the only one here from 2019. A........acquaintance of mine and of yours in the future is trying to kill me, and probably you too. He followed me here."
"Here? As in.....HERE?" Maria asked, panic lacing her voice. Michael looked at her. He wanted to touch her, bring her in his arms and hold her safely; telling her it'd all be OK. He simply scratched his eyebrow and looked at Sierra.
"No, not here, here. Just here, Roswell 2002. But it won't be long before he finds us."
"If he's after you, why will he come after us?" Isabel asked. Sierra looked at them.
"Because he knows you. He's your enemy."
"So, he's a Skin?" Max asked. Sierra looked at him. She bit her lip. She had no idea on how to tell him the truth about Travis.
"OK, there's a silence. Is it me, or has anyone else begun to seriously fear silences like this?" Kyle asked. Sierra looked at him.
"He's not a skin." She said. "That's all I can tell you."
"Is he human?" Jim asked.
"What part of 'that's all I can tell you' didn't you understand?" She said coldly. She put her hand over her mouth. "God, I'm so sorry." She said, looking down. Her tears finally began to fall. "I'm so sorry. I just can't take this." She whimpered. They all looked at her. She collapsed in a booth, putting her elbows on the table; she held her head in her hands. "Dead. Everyone's dead." She said. Michael grabbed her shoulder.
"What do you mean, 'everyone's dead'?" He asked, somewhat franticly. Sierra sat there, silent for a while. She finally wiped her cheeks. She looked at Max.
"An hour before I left in the granolith," she said, her chin beginning to quiver as a memory came to her head. "You were killed, right in front of me." At hearing this, everyone's eyes widened. Liz covered her mouth, as tears sprung to her eyes.
"Oh god, Max." She whimpered out. Max put his arm around her and let her bury her face in his chest as she cried.
"What about the rest of us?" Kyle asked. Isabel shot him a look.
"Morbid much?" Isabel said. "Who the hell wants to actually know something like that?"
"I know I don't." Maria said lowly.
"I want to know." Jim said, softly. He looked at Sierra. Her tear stained face. Her small form. She was just a child. A child who was bringing out his fatherly instincts. Sierra quickly stood up, shaking Michael's hand off of her.
"Listen, I didn't come here to tell you about your futures. I came here to make sure Travis doesn't kill you so that there is a future."
"Talking about me, I see." Came a voice. Sierra turned quickly and saw Travis. He had a smirk on his lips. "Hey, baby." Sierra narrowed her eyes in hate filled slits.
"Get out." She said menacingly. Travis laughed. He looked at the others in the room. He laughed again.
"Jesus. Look at you. You're all so weak." He said. His eyes landed on Max, protectively holding Liz. "Well if it isn't the mighty King Max, and his whore." Max went to get up to cause some major bodily harm to this guy. No one insulted the love of his life and live to regret it. Liz's grip on his arm tightened. She looked at him pleadingly, begging him to just stay with her.
"Travis, get out, now, before I throw you out." Sierra said, her anger beginning to build up inside.
"Your empty threats can't scare me, Sierra." He said. She tilted her head sideways.
"Remember what happened the last time you doubted what I could and couldn't do? I shot you in the goddamn arm. Don't freaking test me." She clenched her fists. The others looked at Travis and Sierra, neither quite sure what to do. Travis looked at them. He looked at Sierra.
"Seeing all of them brings back so many pleasant memories." He smirked. He slowly walked over to Sierra. She glared at him, square in the eyes. What had her father told her, during war training? Never let them see you sweat. Always be the one in control. Travis drew his face closer to hers. "Especially of their deaths." Sierra tightened her jaw.
"You want to kill me, fine; we'll fight, me and you, but leave them, alone." She said. Her words where filled with hatred. Travis stood back and laughed lowly.
"Jesus Sierra. You're just like him." He said. Sierra decided to indulge this stupid curiosity.
"Like who?" She asked.
"Your father." He said. "He was such the noble war hero." Sierra looked at him. Travis thought for a second. "He's here." A sick, twisted smile crept on Travis' face. Max, Michael, Kyle, Maria, Liz, Isabel, and Jim all looked at each other. Travis saw their confused faces. "Oh!" He said, as realization hit him. "This is so classic. They don't know who you really are?"
"Shut, up." Sierra said.
"I'm guessing you didn't give them your last name, and then they'd know."
"Shut up!"
"You didn't tell them your name is Sierr-"
"SHUT UP!" She screamed. Her hand shot out, releasing a blast of energy. It hit him square in the chest; he flew back through the doors leading to the backroom. Max and Michael looked at Sierra. She had a fierce look in her eyes. She looked at the others. "All of you stay here." She ordered. She headed to the backroom, on her way there; she grabbed a stool and maneuvered it in her hands so that she held it at the legs. She kicked open the swinging door, to see Travis getting up. Sierra swung the stool, catching Travis in an uppercut. He fell on his back.
"AH!" He held his nose.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Sierra said in mock sympathy. She hit his shoulder with the stool repeatedly. "Did I hurt your little precious face? Here, let me fix it." She went to hit him in the face again, but he grabbed the stool. He shoved it out to her, the legs hitting her with such force that she flew out of the backroom. She knew he used some of his powers in that. She quickly got up and ran back to the backroom. She jumped up and landed a kick right at his chest, knocking the wind out of him.
"You bitch!" Travis coughed. His hand flew out and sent out a force, knocking her back. She fell on the ground. Travis stood up. Sierra quickly got to her feet. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold out against Travis for too long, he was more powerful then she was. She ran out the backroom, back to the others.
"Get out of here." She yelled at them.
"Aw, let them stay, Baby. The fun's about to begin." Travis said with a smirk on his face, he stood at the doorway of the backroom. "Now, Sie, I have a question. I don't know much about this..Time travel shit..So, tell me, if I killed your parents, here and now, that would mean you'd never exist, right?" Travis smiled.
"You lay one fucking hand on them and I'll-" She was cut off by Travis sending her back over the counter.
"I don't have to lay a hand on anyone, as you can see." Travis said. The others in the room had no idea what to do. Travis walked over to the counter.
"It's over, Sie. Don't you get it? You and your kind are weak, nothing. Now, I gave you the chance to be part of the winning side, but did you listen? No. You had to be stubborn and a pain in my ass, just like your family!"
"At least my family's not a bunch of freaks and murderers!" Sierra jumped up, punching Travis in the face, he fell back on his ass. Sierra hopped over the counter. Travis was sitting back, holding his left eye, where he had been punched.
"You know, I think I'm just going to test a theory. What would happen if I killed one of your little friends here?" He said, climbing to his feet. "Would it change the future? Our future? Why don't we find out?" Before anyone had time to do anything, Travis' eyes fell on Maria. A sick grin appeared on his face. "Good bye." He said. He raised his glowing hand up.
Michael's eyes widened as he caught the falling girl.
"Whoa.." He said.
"What's going on?" Liz asked. Maria and she were emerging from the backroom.
"I don't know. This girl just showed up here, and got all weird and catatonic and passed out." He said.
"Maybe she's sick." Maria said.
"Let's take her upstairs." Liz suggested. Michael lifted the girl into his arms and carried her up the stairs. He took her to Liz's room and laid her on Liz's bed.
"God, if I wasn't suffering from some serious cabin fever and boredom since Jesse's out of town, I would so be protesting here." Isabel sighed. Max laughed at his sister.
"And why's that?" He asked.
"Because I have no intention of sitting and watching you and Liz make googly eyes at one another." Isabel sighed. Max laughed and continued driving to his girlfriend's house/workplace. Max and Isabel arrived at the Crashdown.
"Guys?" Max called out. Liz came out of the backroom.
"Guys, we're upstairs." Liz said.
"Is something wrong?" Isabel asked.
"I don't know." Liz said. "Some girl showed up here, and just fainted." Max and Isabel's faces were filled with puzzlement as they followed Liz upstairs.
ROSWELL NM, 2018
The fireworks exploded in the air. Sierra and her best friend, Alex Ramirez sat on the roof of his house watching the beautiful designs erupting in the sky. He looked at her.
"It's amazing, huh?" He smiled. Sierra nodded.
"Beautiful." She said. Alex slowly put his hand on hers.
"So are you." He said. Sierra quickly drew her hand back. She looked at him.
"Al," she said softly. "Don't." Alex looked down.
"You can't just ask me to not love you." He whispered. Sierra sighed.
"Alex, please, don't do this." She said. Alex sighed.
"Right, I'm sorry. I forgot, you're head over heals over that Travis guy. Hmm, isn't he the enemy though?" He said, cocking his head to the side. Sierra looked at him.
"He's not the enemy." She said.
"Right, he just happens to be related to the enemy, living with the enemy, of course that doesn't mean he is the enemy." Alex said sarcastically.
"Alex, stop it." Sierra said sternly.
"What side is he on, just for the record?" Alex said.
"He's not on a side." She said. "He told me he's staying out of this." Alex scoffed.
"Sie, this isn't some neutral shit. He has to pick a side. So, either he's with us, or he's with them."
"How can you expect him to choose?" Sierra yelled at him. "He's caught straight in the middle of this."
"God, how blind are you?" Alex said. "It's obvious he's just trying to lure you to them."
"Alex, shut up, you have no idea what you're talking about." She said, standing up.
"If he's so harmless, Sie, why haven't you told your parents about him?" Alex asked. Sierra stopped. She looked at him.
"You know why." She said. "They wouldn't accept him."
Max, Maria, Michael, Isabel, Liz, Kyle and Jim Valenti stood by watching the girl lying on Liz's bed. Liz had called Jim after they took her upstairs, perhaps he knew of a reported runaway or something, the girl did have a severe beaten appearance and seemed to have been through a lot. Kyle had come along with his dad.
Sierra woke up from the dream/memory like a drowning victim taking new breath. She looked around. They were people......People she knew.......All around her.....But they were different.
"Are you ok?" Liz asked gently. Sierra nodded, putting her head in her hands.
"How....How long was I out for?" She asked softly.
"About an hour." Maria said. Sierra looked at each and every one of them, studying their faces. They were so different, so young. She opened her mouth to say everything that she had to say, but her voice caught in her throat.
"I.........I should go." She said, climbing out of the bed. She quickly left the room. The others looked at one another; they quickly followed this strange girl.
"Who are you?" Max asked, following the girl downstairs.
"Leave me alone." She said.
"Miss, are you in some kind of trouble?" Jim asked, gently taking her arm and turning her around. Sierra looked at him.
"Yeah, you could say that, and unless you want to be in trouble too, I suggest you let me leave." She said softly.
"What are you talking about?" Jim asked, his fatherly protective side coming up a bit.
"Nothing, just nothing." She said. She tried to pull her arm out of Jim's grasp, but he held on to her.
"How did you get in here?" Jim asked. "According to Liz, Maria and Michael, the door was locked." Sierra looked at them.
"It wasn't." She lied.
"It was." Liz insisted slightly. "I checked it. We were locking up."
"I.......Well.....Apparently the lock is shit." Sierra said, her voice dripping with defiant attitude. "Now can you let me go?" She said, pulling her arm free. She looked at them; they stared at her like she was some weird alien.....Which was kind of ironic if you stopped to think about it.
"Why did you come in here?" Michael asked.
"Would you cut it with the questions!?" Sierra said, having fully lost every ounce of patience she had. "Jesus I didn't travel 17 years to deal with this." She said under her breath, she ran her hand through her hair. Jim stared at her.
"What was that?" Sierra looked at him.
"N.....Nothing."
"No, you said something about traveling 17 years." He said. The others looked at her as well. Sierra sighed and sat on one of the stools by the counter with her head lowered.
"I......I'm from 17 years in the future." She said softly. The room was filled with a shocked silence.
"Wh....What are you talking about?" Kyle asked. "Are you on something?" Sierra's head snapped up and she glared at him.
"No I'm not on anything, Kyle." She said through gritted teeth. She looked at all of them. "And I'm not crazy either." She said.
"How.....How'd you know my name?" Kyle asked.
"Because I know you." Sierra said exasperated. "I know all of you. Maria, Michael, Liz, Max, Isabel. Do you believe me now?" She paused. "I used the granolith and came back in time." She said.
"What?" They all asked in unison. "What are you talking about....." Max asked cautiously, this could be some sort of trick to Sierra rolled her eyes.
"Hey, I cut the bullshit, so it's only fair that you do the same. I'm Sierra...You all know me.....Well. You will in a few years. I'm a," she paused a second. "Friend." She said.
"What kind of 'friend'?" Michael asked suspiciously. Sierra looked at him.
"The kind you'll meet in a few years." She said cocking an eyebrow. Maria looked at Sierra.
"What's the future like?" She asked. Sierra looked at her. She took a deep breath. "Well, up until a few years ago.....err......few years then......or whatever.....It was really great. Normal even."
"And then?" Max asked. Sierra looked down.
"And then the war started." She said softly. The others looked at her.
"What war?" Jim asked softly.
"War, between Earth and the Skins." There was silence in the room.
"Who are you?" Michael asked.
"I told you," Sierra said. "My name is Sier-"
"How do we know you're not a Skin making this all up?"
"He's right." Isabel said. "We don't know." Sierra looked down. Hearing these people, the people who were........are........will be so important to her life, and they can't trust her. She held back the urge to cry.
"You don't have to trust me." She forced out. "I know I-"
"I trust you." Liz said, cutting into Sierra's words. Everyone looked at Liz, shock on all their faces, all, except Maria who knew the whole future/granolith thing. "I think you're telling the truth." Liz said. Sierra looked at her.
"Thank you. But, I'm not here for your trust."
"What are you here for?" Liz asked.
"At first, I was coming here, to 2002, to get away from 20019." She looked down. "To get away from all the death."
"And now?" Kyle asked.
"I'm here to warn you." She said cryptically.
"Warn us? Warn us about what?" Liz asked, she subconsciously clutched onto Max's arm.
"I'm not the only one here from 2019. A........acquaintance of mine and of yours in the future is trying to kill me, and probably you too. He followed me here."
"Here? As in.....HERE?" Maria asked, panic lacing her voice. Michael looked at her. He wanted to touch her, bring her in his arms and hold her safely; telling her it'd all be OK. He simply scratched his eyebrow and looked at Sierra.
"No, not here, here. Just here, Roswell 2002. But it won't be long before he finds us."
"If he's after you, why will he come after us?" Isabel asked. Sierra looked at them.
"Because he knows you. He's your enemy."
"So, he's a Skin?" Max asked. Sierra looked at him. She bit her lip. She had no idea on how to tell him the truth about Travis.
"OK, there's a silence. Is it me, or has anyone else begun to seriously fear silences like this?" Kyle asked. Sierra looked at him.
"He's not a skin." She said. "That's all I can tell you."
"Is he human?" Jim asked.
"What part of 'that's all I can tell you' didn't you understand?" She said coldly. She put her hand over her mouth. "God, I'm so sorry." She said, looking down. Her tears finally began to fall. "I'm so sorry. I just can't take this." She whimpered. They all looked at her. She collapsed in a booth, putting her elbows on the table; she held her head in her hands. "Dead. Everyone's dead." She said. Michael grabbed her shoulder.
"What do you mean, 'everyone's dead'?" He asked, somewhat franticly. Sierra sat there, silent for a while. She finally wiped her cheeks. She looked at Max.
"An hour before I left in the granolith," she said, her chin beginning to quiver as a memory came to her head. "You were killed, right in front of me." At hearing this, everyone's eyes widened. Liz covered her mouth, as tears sprung to her eyes.
"Oh god, Max." She whimpered out. Max put his arm around her and let her bury her face in his chest as she cried.
"What about the rest of us?" Kyle asked. Isabel shot him a look.
"Morbid much?" Isabel said. "Who the hell wants to actually know something like that?"
"I know I don't." Maria said lowly.
"I want to know." Jim said, softly. He looked at Sierra. Her tear stained face. Her small form. She was just a child. A child who was bringing out his fatherly instincts. Sierra quickly stood up, shaking Michael's hand off of her.
"Listen, I didn't come here to tell you about your futures. I came here to make sure Travis doesn't kill you so that there is a future."
"Talking about me, I see." Came a voice. Sierra turned quickly and saw Travis. He had a smirk on his lips. "Hey, baby." Sierra narrowed her eyes in hate filled slits.
"Get out." She said menacingly. Travis laughed. He looked at the others in the room. He laughed again.
"Jesus. Look at you. You're all so weak." He said. His eyes landed on Max, protectively holding Liz. "Well if it isn't the mighty King Max, and his whore." Max went to get up to cause some major bodily harm to this guy. No one insulted the love of his life and live to regret it. Liz's grip on his arm tightened. She looked at him pleadingly, begging him to just stay with her.
"Travis, get out, now, before I throw you out." Sierra said, her anger beginning to build up inside.
"Your empty threats can't scare me, Sierra." He said. She tilted her head sideways.
"Remember what happened the last time you doubted what I could and couldn't do? I shot you in the goddamn arm. Don't freaking test me." She clenched her fists. The others looked at Travis and Sierra, neither quite sure what to do. Travis looked at them. He looked at Sierra.
"Seeing all of them brings back so many pleasant memories." He smirked. He slowly walked over to Sierra. She glared at him, square in the eyes. What had her father told her, during war training? Never let them see you sweat. Always be the one in control. Travis drew his face closer to hers. "Especially of their deaths." Sierra tightened her jaw.
"You want to kill me, fine; we'll fight, me and you, but leave them, alone." She said. Her words where filled with hatred. Travis stood back and laughed lowly.
"Jesus Sierra. You're just like him." He said. Sierra decided to indulge this stupid curiosity.
"Like who?" She asked.
"Your father." He said. "He was such the noble war hero." Sierra looked at him. Travis thought for a second. "He's here." A sick, twisted smile crept on Travis' face. Max, Michael, Kyle, Maria, Liz, Isabel, and Jim all looked at each other. Travis saw their confused faces. "Oh!" He said, as realization hit him. "This is so classic. They don't know who you really are?"
"Shut, up." Sierra said.
"I'm guessing you didn't give them your last name, and then they'd know."
"Shut up!"
"You didn't tell them your name is Sierr-"
"SHUT UP!" She screamed. Her hand shot out, releasing a blast of energy. It hit him square in the chest; he flew back through the doors leading to the backroom. Max and Michael looked at Sierra. She had a fierce look in her eyes. She looked at the others. "All of you stay here." She ordered. She headed to the backroom, on her way there; she grabbed a stool and maneuvered it in her hands so that she held it at the legs. She kicked open the swinging door, to see Travis getting up. Sierra swung the stool, catching Travis in an uppercut. He fell on his back.
"AH!" He held his nose.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Sierra said in mock sympathy. She hit his shoulder with the stool repeatedly. "Did I hurt your little precious face? Here, let me fix it." She went to hit him in the face again, but he grabbed the stool. He shoved it out to her, the legs hitting her with such force that she flew out of the backroom. She knew he used some of his powers in that. She quickly got up and ran back to the backroom. She jumped up and landed a kick right at his chest, knocking the wind out of him.
"You bitch!" Travis coughed. His hand flew out and sent out a force, knocking her back. She fell on the ground. Travis stood up. Sierra quickly got to her feet. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold out against Travis for too long, he was more powerful then she was. She ran out the backroom, back to the others.
"Get out of here." She yelled at them.
"Aw, let them stay, Baby. The fun's about to begin." Travis said with a smirk on his face, he stood at the doorway of the backroom. "Now, Sie, I have a question. I don't know much about this..Time travel shit..So, tell me, if I killed your parents, here and now, that would mean you'd never exist, right?" Travis smiled.
"You lay one fucking hand on them and I'll-" She was cut off by Travis sending her back over the counter.
"I don't have to lay a hand on anyone, as you can see." Travis said. The others in the room had no idea what to do. Travis walked over to the counter.
"It's over, Sie. Don't you get it? You and your kind are weak, nothing. Now, I gave you the chance to be part of the winning side, but did you listen? No. You had to be stubborn and a pain in my ass, just like your family!"
"At least my family's not a bunch of freaks and murderers!" Sierra jumped up, punching Travis in the face, he fell back on his ass. Sierra hopped over the counter. Travis was sitting back, holding his left eye, where he had been punched.
"You know, I think I'm just going to test a theory. What would happen if I killed one of your little friends here?" He said, climbing to his feet. "Would it change the future? Our future? Why don't we find out?" Before anyone had time to do anything, Travis' eyes fell on Maria. A sick grin appeared on his face. "Good bye." He said. He raised his glowing hand up.