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by: Shira, Britt, Jeslyn, Julie, Kristin, Liz, and Mark
by: Liz, Katie, Lisa, and Mark
1. “I Wonder” by Issak
2. “Get Over It” by Okay Go
3. “Tomorrow” by Avril Lavigne
4. “The Egg” by Windsor for the Derby
5. “Pour Some Sugar On Me” by Def Leopard
6. “I’m With You” by Avril Lavigne
Outside Yosemite CA, heading to Fresno –
Today we almost succumbed to the FBI. Luckily,
we had our wits about us, else we would probably be dead or locked away in
some small room somewhere, strapped to a table with creepy men in white
suits poking and prodding us. The whole thing is so backwards, you know? I
mean, aren’t the aliens supposed to be doing the abducting and
We still don’t know how the FBI found us at
Yosemite. Max seems to think there was no way the FBI could have known
where we were, unless someone got careless and left evidence behind. I
don’t think any of us would be that careless – not after everything
we’ve been through together. This means that someone has been following
Fresno is not too far southwest from Yosemite,
perhaps two hundred miles or so, but the FBI has already implemented
roadblocks and air surveillance on many of the roads. Unfortunately, we
are being forced to drive the back roads and take some other routes that
are not even listed on our maps. Note to self – our next vehicle should
be a Humvee – with sleeping accommodations for six.
There has been so much going on lately and
everyone is so tense… I don’t know how much longer we all can keep
going like this. Actually, I’m amazed we came this far without killing
one another, but still; the FBI is really getting to everyone.
I look around at the people around me, my family
now, and wonder what the future holds for us. I can only hope that at the
end of the tunnel lies a hint of light. I know that we always said that
everything would be okay as long as we were all together, but being on the
run - being scared all the time - can surely take its toll.
I love Max. Maria is like my sister, and Kyle is
like my brother now. But I have to admit that putting up with Michael and
Maria can be tiring from time to time. How long can we expect Kyle to put
his life on hold? How long will it take Isabel to adjust to her new life
away from the love of her life? I just have to truly admit that I am not
sure how much more of this running - the hiding - we can take.
Michael got into it with Max today, after
yelling at me. That was a shock. I guess I have always tolerated Michael
and never thought too much about how rash and cruel he really can be - but
to be on the receiving end of it, him telling me the “honeymoon was
over” – like he were my keeper or something. I don’t deserve that
from him or anyone else. Max and I have been to hell and back, and this
time we are here to stay.
The ironic thing is despite how upset I am with
Michael, that somehow I can’t help but feel like he has a point. Don’t
get me wrong, I’ve loved the honeymoon – it was the best time of my
life, but I also think perhaps we should be moving on, for our own good.
We have got to figure out a way to get the FBI off our tail, and we just
can’t do that if Max and I are too busy with our personal lives.
Well, moving on. Isabel: everyone is worried
about her more than ever. She still hasn’t talked to anyone, not even
Max. She is starting to scare all of us – not because she has Tess’
mind warping ability, but because we have no idea what she plans on doing
with it. She’s so quiet and withdrawn.
I assumed Isabel would want that mentally
hazardous alien skill gone from her body immediately, but so far she
hasn’t said a word. She has the power that killed Alex inside of her.
It’s likely part of Tess’ soul or seal or whatever, and Isabel
doesn’t seem to care. I don’t understand. I would be freaking out –
but maybe that’s just me.
I overheard Kyle suggest she try dreamwalking
Jesse, but she had already tried. It didn’t work. This only added to
Isabel’s frustration, because now either Jesse was dead, or Isabel was
losing her dreamwalking ability altogether. I’m worried that she’s
turning more and more into Tess every day.
I look at the person Isabel is still becoming
and it scares me. I see a woman torn away from the one thing that matters
most to her in life: the comfort and love of her husband. And she pushed
him away to keep him safe. It frightens me - I see similarities between
Isabel and myself that I would have never thought possible before. She
would do anything to protect Jesse, just as I would, and have done
anything to protect Max, even if it meant losing him.
Max suggested she could mail Jesse a letter, but
what good would that do? She wouldn’t be able to get a reply and we
aren’t even sure if Jesse is even still in Roswell. He could be in
Boston starting his life over for all we know.
Then there’s this new woman, the one who I
can’t seem to get out of my head. Her childhood image is even there when
I go to sleep; it’s getting spooky. I don’t know if we’ll even be
able to find Serena once we get to Fresno. It’s a big city and there are
lots of people there. It would take a miracle to find her; we don’t know
what university she attends and the map we have shows that the city has
three, but there could be more. This could take weeks and we may not have
I understand that this is frightening for the
others, especially those who don’t understand who Serena is, but to tell
you the truth I don’t exactly understand who she is either. I just know
that I can’t walk away from someone who was so important to me in an
alternate timeline. A person so important in another version of my life,
someone who helped to save so many people that I cared about, yet took
away the one man that I loved only because I asked her to help me.
Of course, just when it seems like answers of
some sort are forthcoming, something always seems to get in the way. I
never thought that I would actually get this close to Serena. After Future
Max left, I always assumed that she existed in a different lifetime –
just like the alternate future that Max and I had shared, and the end of
the world that Future Max had told me about. Now that I know that she is
real, I can’t just walk away without knowing more, who she is, why she
is here, and what her connection is to me – and more importantly to Max
and the others.
At this point in my life I can’t imagine
letting another person know our deadly secret – just look at how many
people that it has put in danger already. We are struggling to hold it
together as is. Several of my closest friends have lost their lives
because of this secret, and it almost ripped the love of my life away from
me. I can’t imagine putting that burden on anyone else. I still have
nights where I wonder if I did the right thing in telling Alex, or even
Maria. This is why it seems so strange to me that I could have trusted
someone as much as I supposedly trusted Serena. This is why I know that we
need to follow her to Fresno and find out the truth. Actually, this is why
I need to follow her to Fresno.
I am scared for Isabel, for Kyle, for myself,
for all of us. I wish that there was some way that I could tell everyone
that we are going to be all right, and really know for sure that we will
be. I know that all that I can do for now is convince the others that the
best thing to do is to follow Serena. Somehow I just know this inside.
Serena has a connection to all of us, and I won’t stop until I know what
I am not going to try and fool myself or anyone
else, this is going to be dangerous; this isn’t going to be a vacation,
none of this is. We are not high school kids anymore. But then again, I
don’t think that any of us have been for quite some time. We all grew up
pretty fast once we met our first alien.
It’s late, very late, another long day come to
a close. Sorry for rambling, but there is so much to tell. Times are
changing, people are changing - and nothing has made much sense of late.
Well I am exhausted, so exhausted… time for
Dad, Mom, Grandma… wherever you are, I love
Tension hung in the air within the van while
Michael continued to drive down the highway. No one, except Kyle perhaps,
knew why the FBI had been only seconds behind them at Yosemite. Truth be
told, none of them really wanted to bring up the topic. Traveling seemed
so much easier if they didn’t have to feel like the FBI was right behind
them, watching their every move…waiting for them to make a mistake.
Max stared out of the back window for a moment,
signs of concern etched on his face, and finally sighed in relief. The
noise of the tires on the road was just one more thing that could only
mean they would be somewhat safer – until the next time. Isabel, who was
still staring out of the back window, broke the silence, the sound of her
voice bringing everyone back to reality.
“How exactly did they suddenly get so close to
capturing us?” She demanded angrily.
“We’ve all been very careful,” Liz spoke
up. “All this time we’ve been away from Roswell and nothing - suddenly
they were practically on top of us.”
“They were definitely way too close,” Max
“Someone got sloppy,” Michael quipped, his
voice exposing how tired he felt.
“Obviously,” Maria retorted.
“So who got sloppy? Who messed up?” Isabel
demanded, now looking around at everyone in the van, scrutinizing them all
with a hard look.
Her eyes landed on Kyle. He was the only one who
hadn’t said anything yet. When he realized she was looking at him, he
averted his gaze to the window and quickly spoke up.
“Why are you accusing me?”
“Iz, just drop it,” Michael insisted,
slamming one of his fists against the steering wheel. “Does it really
Isabel rolled her eyes, but didn’t say
anything before returning her gaze to the back window. She no longer had
the energy to continue the tirade. Besides, there were other topics that
she wanted to avoid – ones that could come up if she tried to push the
subject any further.
The tension let up slightly, enough that Liz was
comfortable closing eyes in hopes of taking a nap against Max’s
shoulder. Kyle closed his eyes as well. He was about to fall asleep when
Maria began to bug Michael again.
“You look tired. Why don’t you let someone
His lips remained pressed together in silence
causing Maria to sigh, irritated. Everyone in the van mentally prepared
for the next argument.
“Michael!” Maria scoffed impatiently.
“I’m fine,” he snapped irritated.
“Don’t lie,” Maria quipped mimicking his
Liz groaned unhappily, a pout playing on lips
when she looked at Max. She was quickly becoming tired of hearing Michael
and Maria banter without having an escape from the two of them. She sighed
and gave Maria a look that she hoped would calm her best friend enough to
defer the argument until at least the next pit stop.
Maria might have remained quiet too- if Michael
hadn’t picked that moment to misjudge the middle line in the road and
cause the van to swerve into the oncoming lane. Liz saw Maria grimace, her
ears picking up on the mumbled curses coming from her friends in the back
seats. Maria crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowed in anger.
“That’s it. You officially suck at
driving,” Maria mouthed off at Michael.
Michael looked at her for a moment as if he was
offended, his mouth falling open, before returning his eyes to the road.
Nothing more was said, at least, not until a couple hours later. By then
most of them finally felt a little more rested.
“Michael, slow down!” Maria practically
shouted from her woken slumber. “If you’re going to take that turn, at
least do it so we all don’t fly out the window and become Roswell
“All right, I’d like to see you dodge that
car,” Michael retorted.
“At least I can drive,” Maria huffed.
“And who put a new bumper on your Jetta?”
Michael said, smiling tiredly.
It was the next day and Michael was still at the
wheel. Max and Liz were cuddled together in back, reading a book of Walt
Whitman’s poetry. Kyle was trying to talk to Isabel, reading her various
phrases from one of his Buddhism books. Maria was… attempting to
Michael pulled up to the “fuel ‘n food”
gas station off the state highway, bringing the van to a jittery stop next
to the lone gas pump.
“The gas tank is on the other side, hello,”
Maria said, rolling her eyes.
“Hey! Who’s driving?” Michael exclaimed,
climbing out of the van.
“Hey! Who’s driving,” mimicked Maria in a
high-pitched voice reeking with sarcasm as she got out of the passenger
The rest of the gang climbed out, stretching
their bodies and yawning practically in unison. This was their morning
ritual - wake, stop, stretch, and yawn.
Looking around, they were at a seldom-used gas
station far away from their intended position. The quaint little place
provided gas, food, and a spot to eat breakfast, everything they needed.
Michael had purposely driven this route, knowing
that there would be no cops if they came in on the other side of Fresno.
It made for a longer drive, but who was counting?
“I’ve really got to go to the bathroom,”
Liz said, squinting in the bright morning sun. “Think they have one in
“Well, if not we can always pee with the
wolves out back,” Maria remarked, taking off for the building. The rest
of the gang followed, Kyle giving Max a pointed look and then shifting his
gaze to Isabel, who was standing next to the van. Max took the hint and
“You might want to try talking to her,” Kyle
pointed out quietly.
Max nodded his head.
“Isabel – are you coming?” Max asked,
looking back at his sister. She shook her head no, ducking her head down
and moving behind the van. He saw her swing open the door and sit down.
“Come on Iz, you’ve gotta eat something,”
Max tried again.
But there was no reply.
At a loss for words, Max stopped his pursuit and
turned around, following the rest of the gang inside the store. Now just
wasn’t the time.
Isabel sighed and ran her hands through her
hair. It had been a long couple of days. Everyone was tense from the
sudden appearance of the FBI, and it showed in how low everyone kept his
or her profile. Sunglasses, baseball caps, changes in hairstyle… And
Kyle – he just wouldn’t stop being a pest. “I have no interest in
Buddhism,” she thought to herself.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Isabel’s head shot up.
He was sitting right next to her on the edge of
the van, rocking his legs back and forth, his feet brushing the dusty
earth. He was wearing a gray shirt and jeans, black sneakers and his goofy
grin. When Isabel didn’t reply, he turned his head to look at Michael
and Maria discussing the van outside the convenience store entrance.
Isabel couldn’t believe her eyes. What is he
“You know, if she didn’t love him, I
probably would’ve beaten him to a pulp by now.”
Isabel gave him an incredulous look.
“What?” Alex exclaimed, looking surprised.
“You don’t think I could do it?”
“Alex,” Isabel finally said. “I’m really
not in the mood to joke around.” She straightened her back and looked
off to the side.
Alex didn’t say anything for awhile, watching
the rest of the gang eat at the old picnic table outside the store.
“Isabel,” Alex finally said softly.
“You’re not a horrible person. You’re not. And I’m not mad at you
and I don’t blame you for anything. If I did, I probably wouldn’t be
sitting next to you right now.”
“I almost killed a girl, Alex,” Isabel shot
back, looking over at him coldly. “You don’t have to blame me. I blame
Alex examined her closely. “There is something
else bothering you, isn’t there?”
Isabel sighed. “I’m not sure if I like this
new version of Alex Whitman. He seems to know everything.”
“Would you rather I didn’t?”
Alex tried another tactic, turning so that he
was facing her. He took her hand- funny how it felt so real, as if she
could almost sense the warmth in it as well. And when she tried to resist,
he held on tighter.
“Isabel, you were right to leave Jesse in
Roswell. If you had brought him with you, he wouldn’t have taken that
job offer in Boston–“
Isabel looked at him, her mouth agape. “He
took the job in Boston?”
“Well, uhh, I don’t know, I was just saying
“Thanks a lot, Alex,” Isabel muttered. She
looked over at the rest of the gang who were eating, laughing, and
throwing french fries at each other. Kyle glanced over his shoulder at
Isabel, almost instinctively, and she quickly turned her head the other
Looking at Alex, she straightened her head. She
had thought it a million times, but it always felt so good to say it
aloud. “You know, for just once – just one day – I’d like to be
normal. You know? Have all normal things. Live in Roswell like a normal
human being with normal friends and have a normal life with a normal
family. Have dinner with my normal parents. Go shopping with my mother
without lying to her...” She paused, bowing her head so that her hair
shielded her face. “Sleep next to my husband. I want to have the things
that I don’t have anymore because now – now I really appreciate
She looked up at Alex again; her eyes
dangerously close to shedding tears. “I miss him, Alex. I really do. I
wish – I wish that I had stayed with him and said “screw you” to the
FBI. I wish that he could have known me, the real me, the one who
doesn’t have to look over my shoulder all the time.” She paused and
tilted her head. “Granted, I’d like to do a lot of things without
looking over my shoulder, but my point is –“
“Woah woah woah,” Alex said, placing a
finger against her lips. “I come here to comfort you and you’ve gone
off on a rant.” Isabel smiled. “I have something to say and then I
have to go, okay?” Isabel nodded and Alex removed his finger, the
sensation of warmth fleeting with it.
“You’re strong Isabel, and I know you’re
going to make it though this. Whatever is separating you and Jesse now –
it’s only temporary. Look at Max and Liz and Michael and Maria. They
keep losing each other and then finding each other again. That’s because
they’re meant to be together. And I believe that you and Jesse are meant
to be together.”
Isabel clutched his hand tighter. “Thank you,
The comfort of feeling his hand in her own
disappeared completely when an unexpected voice brought her back to
Isabel jumped and looked behind her. Liz was
watching her with startled eyes, her hand dangling the Walt Whitman book
that her and Max had been reading earlier.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Isabel replied
hurriedly. She wiped her eyes with her fingertips, attempting to get rid
of some of the moisture that accumulated there. Liz began to slide the
side door shut.
“Okay, well, I’m going to get– oof!” Liz
said, stumbling on the uneven concrete and suddenly disappearing from
“Liz?” Isabel asked, concerned. She got up
and rounded the van. “Liz, are you okay?”
“Yeah!” Liz said, brushing her hair out of
her face and scrambling for the papers that had fluttered loose from the
pages her and Max had marked. “I just dropped my book.”
“Here, let me help.” Isabel sank to her
knees and began picking up the various pieces of paper. One piece was
thicker than the rest. Curious, she turned it over.
By now, Liz had finished gathering the papers
that were around her and was standing over Isabel’s shoulder when she
turned the picture over.
Isabel couldn’t help but stare at it. It was
the first time she had seen a picture of Alex in a long time.
Liz carefully took the picture and leaned back
against the van. “When I was around seven or eight I had this beautiful
porcelain doll. I carried it around with me everywhere. One day I took it
into school for show and tell and this boy ran into me and knocked it out
of my hands. It shattered into tiny little pieces, and I was devastated.
That’s when I met Alex.”
Isabel, who had stood silently by listening,
moved so that she was standing closer to Liz.
“He came up to me when I was crying in the
hall and gave me a hug. We were friends after that. Around three weeks
later Alex gave me another doll. He said that he knew it wasn’t the same
one or as nice as the one I had but I loved it anyways. He was always
doing sweet things like that. He could never stand to see Maria or I cry.
He was the kindest person I have ever met. Completely selfless,” Liz
finished, her face going blank.
Isabel blinked back the tears that had formed in
her eyes while listening to the story.
“I miss him everyday Isabel. He was my friend
also. Always there for me and ‘Ria. I will never forget him.”
“Neither will I,” Isabel whispered, wiping
her eyes with the back of her hand.
“What Tess did to Alex…” Liz trailed off,
straightening her back. “You’re not her Isabel, and you’re not
“But I have her powers, I-” Isabel choked.
“I’m not even going to try to guess how that
must feel, but still you’re not her. She was evil Isabel, and you’re
Isabel didn’t say anything, just looked down
at her shoes. Eventually she slowly took the picture back from Liz.
“I know we’re not the best of friends,”
Liz continued. “I think in a way you believe I stole your brother from
you, but that’s not true. Isabel you’re like my sister now, and I will
always be here for you. I want to help - talk to me please,” Liz
“I’m so sorry,” Isabel whispered. “I
know how good you are for Max, and I’m sorry for ruining your honeymoon
“You didn’t ruin our honeymoon,” Liz
“It’s just that...I miss Jesse and I miss
Alex and it seems like everyone I love is taken away from me one way or
another - even Max! He’s completely yours now Liz,” Isabel cried, her
ice princess façade melting away. “He has spent no time with me at all
since the wedding.”
“Isabel, Max may be my husband but he will
always be your brother. And when I married Max, you got me as well -
we’re a package deal. I know I’m a poor substitute for him, but I will
be here for you as well.”
Isabel nodded “It’s just that...I’m
scared, and lonely. I see you and Max, Maria and Michael, and I realize
once again what I left behind in Roswell. I’m so sick of everyone I love
being taken away from me because of who I am or what I am. First Grant,
then Alex, and now Jesse.”
“Isabel we were all fooled by Tess. There was
nothing we could have done to prevent it. All I know is that those last
few days Alex was alive, I had never seen him so happy, and I know that it
was because of you.” Liz smiled. “What happened with Grant wasn’t
because of you either. And who knows… when we get all this sorted
through, we may be able to go back to Roswell. Don’t give up on Jesse
Isabel smiled weakly. “Thanks Liz,” she
said, handing the picture back. “This is the first picture I have seen
of him in a long time,” Isabel admitted, wiping her face.
“Keep it,” Liz said. “I have others.”
“Thanks,” Isabel said gratefully, placing
the picture in her back pocket. She hesitated for a moment, deciding
whether or not to say what it was she wanted to say.
“About the mindwarp. I tried to kill that
“I was scared. I was sick of people trying to
kill us, and I just wanted to go home. We have enough trouble with the
FBI. The threat of aliens coming after us too – I guess I just
panicked,” Isabel said quietly. “That’s what scares me the most Liz.
I almost killed someone, with no remorse. That would make me no better
“But you didn’t Isabel.”
“I would have! If Kyle hadn’t pushed her out
of the way, I would have.”
“You were scared. You don’t have to use that
ability the same way Tess did. You can use it for good. You have to face
it, running away isn’t going to help. It’s just something you’ll
have to deal with, but we’ll all be here for you to help you through
“You all don’t know what it’s like…
having part of Tess inside of you.”
“You’re right, but I know what its like to
run away. When future -“ Liz dropped that sentence, starting over.
“When I pretended to sleep with Kyle, I was running away. It did nothing
other than hurt people, badly. Tess still left with Max’s baby. Alex
still died. And Max and I were miserable. Running away from your problems
only makes them worse.”
“Liz, why are you being so nice? I’ve done
nothing to deserve this.”
“You were hurt and confused, and besides,
we’re sisters now.” Liz smiled.
Isabel smiled back. “I’m glad.”
“I should be getting back,” Liz said.
“There’s a group of people who are very worried about you, right over
there. I bet they would love it if you showed up with me,” Liz said,
trying to raise one eyebrow unsuccessfully.
Isabel waved her off, smiling for once in what
seemed like forever. “No, I have to fix my hair and face first. I’m an
absolute mess,” She laughed, rolling her eyes. Funny, she had almost
completely forgotten what it felt like to smile. It was invigorating.
“Never mind, it’s not like anyone important
is going to see me here anyway... let’s go eat,” Isabel said,
About twenty minutes away from Yosemite, a team
of FBI agents had set up an emergency field command post.
"And you lost them again!"
The room was a dull white. Various storage boxes
full of miscellaneous files littered the area, the contents dating back to
1999. These files occupied quite a bit of the small space they had
available, which was shared with two desks, four chairs, and a bathroom.
The 'odd' thing was the seven telephones. On the far wall were various
electronic devices including miniature cameras, five TV’s, a satellite
receiver, three computers, and a set of wireless bugs.
"They tricked us!" The other agent
explained, his face turning pale.
They weren't near any town. This was almost in
the middle of nowhere, except for the other two or three buildings next
door. Everything seemed deserted, like an old-western ghost town.
"As they have for how long? Huh?"
Windler was losing his patience, not only with the other agents, but also
with himself. "They're a bunch of KIDS, for Christ’s sake!" He
yelled, picking up a glass from the table and throwing it against the
wall. A picture on the wall received it, tearing a bit more, the frame now
Suddenly, an agent stormed into the room
gripping a stack of papers in hand. He quickly approached the others and
handed the papers to Windler. There was an unmistakable confidence and
stoicism when he spoke.
"The kids are going to Fresno."
"Well, luckily we do have some competent
agents, and competent spies," Windler said, checking the papers that
had just been handed to him. After a moment he looked at the agent.
"Status - Alpha team!" he barked.
"We’re still having some trouble with the
equipment, but Alpha picked up a conversation detailing movement towards
Fresno. A recorded discussion, more precisely."
It was well known that each of the aliens had a
role in the group, as a command or strategic tactic. The agents knew from
experience that their best chance to capture the group was when their
members were apart. They had missed all opportunities to capture even one
member so far, but there would be no more wasting time – now they knew
where the kids were heading – they were literally walking into the
FBI’s outstretched hands.
"And there's more. Our assumptions were
right, they've been looking for someone," the agent continued,
pointing out the information the Alpha team had given.
"It is not the reason they went to
Yosemite, or even California, but it's why they're going to Fresno,” the
agent stated, knowingly. “When the Sheriff’s son called Roswell, we
only had one operative in position, taking pictures of the café. The
Sheriff’s son looked startled to see this one particular girl sitting at
the bar on her cellular phone. The Alpha operative called in for a
wireless phone tap and forwarded us the photo and conversation – the
rest is here,” the agent continued, tapping the papers in hand.
“This girl," the agent gave Windler the
black-and-white photo of a girl. "Was the one on the phone, and based
on what she said, she is going to Fresno. The Valenti kid and the DeLuca
girl acted very suspicious after seeing her and almost went out after
Checking the woman's picture, she didn't look
like she was neither calm nor secure. In fact, she looked almost
frightened. So much could be seen in the picture, but the context depended
entirely on who was observing it. What really mattered at the time was
that the aliens were going after her, so there was something important
about the girl, whatever it was.
"We have to work with all the
possibilities. We have got to find her, and find out what they want with
her," Windler said, rising from where he was sitting, the gears
turning almost visibly in his mind.
"It's not just about exterminating those
who may put our lives and our people's lives in danger. We must do
everything in our power to capture these violators and murderers and stop
them. We have to keep them alive until we have all the information needed
to prevent an upcoming attack or invasion."
The truth of that last statement was very
unjustified, yet every agent seemed to accept it as fact. The patriotism,
the apparent love for their world and way of life – it was used as a
weapon, used for ‘righting’ their cause, their crusade. Agents always
have some kind of personal credo, no matter what the situation calls for.
Windler was barking this particular credo more for his own reasons than
the security of the country.
"Phyllis, update – target position,"
Phyllis was a middle-aged brunette agent, with
her long hair rolled up into two silly-looking buns on each side of her
head. She had just brought in the latest round of information. “The
aliens are being followed by three of our cars with 7 of our Beta men,
Staring at the other agents with the mysterious
and potent look he had, Windler stood straighter, and spoke even more
"Get everything packed. We're going to
Fresno. Right now."
“But the package sir -”
“It will be here shortly,” Windler
He got his suitcase and threw the material he'd
just been handed into it, and walked to the door. Turning around, he gave
the other agents a threatening look.
"I won't accept any failure this
time," Windler said, leaving the small office.
Fresno: the next town to be visited by the
aliens; the last town aliens would ever set foot in.
The neon sign for "The Kat's Meow"
flickered annoyingly just outside the office window in Serena's peripheral
vision. Her gaze, however, focused on the short, burly man sitting at the
desk in front of her, reading her résumé no less. As if you really
needed a résumé to be a stripper... please.
“Look, I only need employment for a few
days,” Serena said matter-of-factly, hating this place increasingly with
every passing second.
"Okay, so you have 8 years dance
experience... where from?" The slimy little man asked as his gaze
surveyed her every inch from top to bottom, his mind obviously wandering.
Serena watched his eyes travel from her tone calves, up her firm thighs,
to her rock-hard abs, over her voluptuous chest, and beyond her well-built
Rolling her eyes, Serena replied sarcastically,
"Julliard." And the man raised an eyebrow, so she continued.
"What does it matter really? We're not talking ballet here...it's
"Yes,” the man said, stopping on the age
column. ”But that doesn't change the fact that you're underage missy.
Seek employment elsewhere." The man said, handing over her resume.
"I'm sure they all miss you at Julliard."
Serena shook her head in disbelief. She grabbed
the resume and shoved it in her bag, standing up and heading towards the
door. Stopping just before the threshold, she turned back and said,
"You know, half those girls out there are under 21."
The man nodded. "But half of those girls
aren't trailer trash with a smart ass mouth, now get out of here!"
Serena's features darkened ominously, but she
refrained from skinning this creep alive and didn't say another word. She
just made her way out of the club, silently cursing "Kat"-o,
owner of the “Kat's meow.” What a joke.
Of course, no amount of cursing in the world
would change the fact that she was completely out of money, and once again
trekking down the empty highway, alone.
As Max pulled the van into the small parking
lot, Maria instantly grimaced as she peered out the window. There was a
sleazy neon sign that flickered erratically in the distance. It looked to
be dangling against the dirty white building by only a few wires that kept
it up and in view. Turning in her seat, Maria cast an incredulous look in
Kyle’s direction, who seemed to have already realized that they had
stopped at a strip club. Needless to say, he looked excited. Then Maria
gave the same look to Max, who caught her gaze evenly. Max could tell just
by looking at her that Maria was about to spew.
"Maria, we have to stop somewhere and there
hasn’t been anywhere else for miles." Max said hurriedly in his
defense, looking to Liz with an apologetic shrug. A stop at a strip club
wasn't exactly honeymoon trip material.
Maria's eyes narrowed down at Max. "Just
tell me that this isn't the plan."
"The..." Max said slowly, shaking his
head in confusion. "Plan?"
"Yeah, you know...Isabel, Liz, and
me..." Maria said and then nodded her head suggestively towards the
Max only looked more confused. "I don't
Exhaling with exasperation, Maria finally
blurted, "We're not stripping for money, you know that right?!"
The shocked silence allowed everyone to hear the
sound of Isabel laughing quietly in the back.
"Hey it would be good money." replied
“Typical bastard.” Maria thought as she sent
him an icy glare.
"Maria, come on." Liz pleaded, turning
in her seat towards Maria.
"Yeah, Maria. This is Max we're talking
about here.” Kyle said. "He'd get up there and strip for the whole
world if he had to." This earned a blush from Liz at the thought.
Not amused, Maria turned back to Liz. "I'm
just making sure, Liz. Desperation can twist even the most normal of
minds. Look at us! Every one of us is a big, bright, shiny example of that
"Yeah, well, I'm desperate for fresh
air," Michael quirked as he pushed past Maria and out of the van
before throwing Max a glance over his shoulder. "I'm taking a
Maria looked astounded, Michael dissing her yet
"Be back in 30 minutes." Max yelled
and Michael merely nodded in reply as he walked away.
Everything in the van went silent except for the
drumming of Kyle's fingertips on the seat in front of him. "So are we
getting out or what?" He asked impatiently. "There's about a
total of 15 feet between me and a dozen half-naked chicks, my patience can
only take so much."
Maria slid open the van door again.
"Go...be free." She said as Kyle jumped out like a kid who just
pulled up at a new toy store. "Liz, I'm gonna go try and talk to
Michael...you know, try at least."
Liz nodded as Max, Isabel, and herself got out
of the van. Nearly everyone else said in unison, "Good luck."
It was a rare moment; Max saw a crack of a smile
on Isabel’s face. However, it quickly disappeared once she caught him
looking in her direction.
Suppressing a laugh Maria mumbled, "We
really have spent way too much time together," and then walked in the
direction that Michael had gone.
When Maria found Michael, he was standing on the
other side of the highway staring at the setting sun, which rapidly sank
in the western sky. For a brief moment, he looked more at peace than she'd
seen him in a long time. His back and shoulder muscles weren't as visibly
tight and irritated as they usually were, but relaxed as they moved
rhythmically with his breathing. Of course, just as soon as he sensed her
presence they knotted back into their usual position and the sight nearly
made Maria scream with frustration.
"What do you want, Maria?" There was
obvious irritation in his voice, but Maria wasn't going to give up that
"I just wanted to, you know, talk."
Maria replied as she stepped up next to him, her eyes squinting against
the bright sunset.
"Well, I don't." Michael stated,
coldly. “Why don't you just go inside?"
Maria didn't budge.
"Gross. You know what's kind of
interesting?" Maria asked and then answered her own question, Michael
giving her an uninterested look. "We're no where near home and yet we
can still see the same sunset." She took a step closer, placed her
hand on his upper arm, saying, "Do you remember sunsets back home,
And he did...
The setting sun burned through the makeshift
drapes over Michael's windows, but the sheets wrapped around Maria and him
Maria cuddled into Michael’s side as she
leaned up to kiss his shoulder. "I'm glad you got the security job,
"I could tell."
...but that was a long time ago.
"That was a long time ago, Maria."
Michael said, speaking his thoughts, as he shook off her hand and began to
turn back towards the club.
Maria stopped him with both hands on his
shoulders. "It wasn't that long ago, Michael."
"Yeah, maybe not in years or months it
wasn't, but a lot has happened since then and I can't just go back,"
Michael said forcibly as he once again shook free of Maria's grasp and
started towards the club.
Feeling him slip away, Maria cried. "No
matter what's happened, I never stopped loving you!"
Michael stopped dead cold, halfway across the
street, visual anger written all over his features, his eyes turning an
almost eerie black.
“Love. What does she know about love?”'
Michael thought as a hundred scenes of emotional turmoil he had suffered
because of her played before his eyes.
And before Michael realized what he was doing,
he had Maria in his grasp, her temples between his palms, as he forced
those scenes into her mind, his eyes piercing through hers.
"This is what your love feels like..."
Billy & Maria singing and Michael walking in
on them together.
"I want to break up."
Michael staring at the ceiling, in his
apartment, tears in his eyes.
"Didn't we just sleep together?"
"But it doesn't mean anything."
"I could tell you to stay, because that's
what I want, but I don't want to be the guy you blame for ruining your
"I think you should leave now."
“Santa and Snowflake are Kissing! Ewwww!!!”
"I just feel like I'm trapped and I'm never
going to get out..."
Never going to get out…
Never going to get out…
"If there's one good thing that comes out
of this alien road trip, it'll be this," Kyle said as he rubbed his
hands together and headed straight for the main stage with Max, Liz, and
Isabel coming in slowly behind him.
"Bathroom." Isabel briefed as she
walked off towards the right, past Liz...who, to say the least, looked a
little out of place.
"Um, Max, let's just go sit at the
bar." Liz suggested with a slight nod.
"Max!" Liz called effectively snapping
Max to attention.
"What?! Oh, yeah, sure...a table would be
fine." Max said with a nod and innocent smile that nearly made Liz
laugh out loud. She was about to comment on his little mishap, until she
realized what it actually meant. He was just being human... an alien
hybrid with human tendencies, but human nonetheless. And with all of the
stellar drama that had encompassed their lives of late...a little humanity
was a refreshing change.
"Yeah, a table would be ok...but hey, why
don't we sit at the bar. That way we can keep an eye on Kyle." Liz
Max smirked. "How very efficient..."
He drifted as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Mrs. Evans."
Liz smiled. "I love the way you say
that," She said with a laugh as she pulled Max over to the bar.
Sitting up on a stool, she glanced over at Max
as he laid his arms on the cool marble surface and laid his head down.
"So, what are we going to do when we get to
Fresno?" she asked.
Yawning, Max lifted his head and replied,
"Find Serena." Another yawn. "Find out what she
knows." He laid his head back down again.
Running her fingers gently through his hair Liz
said, "You're too tired to talk about this... we don’t have to, you
"No, no... I am fine. We can talk --"
Max yawned “--About it."
Liz shook her head and stood up, placing both
hands on Max' shoulders. "Max as your wife I demand that you let Kyle
drive the rest of the way to Fresno so he can cool off, while you..."
She leaned up farther and wrapped her arms around his neck, "...stay
with me in the back of the mystery mobile."
"You don't have to tell me twice!" Max
quirked as he leaned down to kiss his beautiful bride, but Liz’s gaze
was distracted by something over by the door. Max followed her gaze and
saw a dangerous-looking man sneak out the door with what looked like a
knife in his hand.
"Max, you know, Maria is still
"Say no more," Max interrupted,
"I'll do my husbandly duty and go check up on her for you," He
said pompously, seeing Isabel coming towards them at the same time.
"Here comes Isabel, just stay with her ok?"
Liz nodded. "Of course, my -"
"Are we leaving yet?" Isabel asked in
a rather aggravated tone. “This place sucks.”
Max sighed. "Yeah, I'm just going to go
find Michael and Maria. I'll be right back." He said and then headed
for the door.
"Great." Isabel mumbled and then
leaned against the bar next to Liz, catching sight of Kyle. He was having
a grand old time, stuffing their alien $10 bills into various nooks and
crannies on the dancers’ skimpy apparel. Isabel shook her head with a
small laugh. Liz decided to use the moment to her advantage.
"Yeah?" She replied.
"Look at Kyle." Liz stated and Isabel
looked again just in time to see Kyle doing the Macarena. "Do you
think he might be gay?"
Isabel laughed loudly, covering her mouth with
her hand and shaking her head, a smile forming. Liz considered her mission
Standing by the van outside the club, Max was
notably annoyed when he found Michael and Maria nowhere in sight.
“They're probably just making out
somewhere,” he thought cynically as he started towards the side of the
club. Remembering a time he had done the same thing, memories clouded his
Liz smiled at him as she backed towards the bed,
Max following close behind her. "So, Max, what do you think we're
supposed to do on our wedding night?" She said, glancing back towards
the bed. "Lay on the bed and make out, or what?" Liz asked with
a smirk and playful laugh.
Max leaned her back onto the soft surface.
"Actually, I think there's more." He said, playing along.
Liz's eyes widened. "Oh really?"
"Ye.." Max replied as he kissed her.
As the memory faded from his mind, so did the
smile on his face. He caught sight of Michael and Maria, and they
definitely were not making out.
"What the hell?" Max questioned,
trying to figure out why Michael had Maria's head gripped between his
"Michael!" He called out, reaching to
separate the two.
Max's voice broke through the haze of twisted
emotions and scenes of emotional turmoil enough for Michael to break free
and take a few steps back. His eyesight was blurred by tears, but Michael
could tell that Maria was also crying... no, sobbing. It was too much. He
turned away and started across the street, nearly running Max over.
"Michael, stop!" But Michael kept
walking, no words registering. "Michael!"
Max turned back to Maria, who faced the other
way. "What happened?"
Maria didn't reply, but he could hear her soft
crying. Michael had done himself in again, apparently.
Running a hand through his hair, Max tried to
assess how to best approach the situation. With Liz, he knew exactly what
to do with this sort of thing... with Maria... well she was a whole other
Max took a few steps closer. "Maria, you
know how he is, especially with everything going on." Max tried.
"Do you want me to go get Liz, so you can talk about it?"
Maria shook her head. "No, there’s
nothing to talk about," She said weakly, using a stiff and ratty
voice that Max hardly even recognized as her own. She turned and collided
weakly into him, her eyes suddenly going wide as her mind began to spin.
"No, not again..."
"You're our leader, why don't you lead
"Fine! Crack some more rocks!"
“That’s not going to work this time, The
honeymoon is over.”
“Don’t ever talk to her that way again!”
“Oh! Give me a break. This isn't about
friendship. This is about your irresponsible, reckless behavior.”
“Hey! I've been going through some heavy stuff
the last couple of weeks. In case you missed it, I got shot.”
“I know, I healed you!”
“You put your hand over my shoulder and you
did your little trick like a robot. You're a machine, Max. You wouldn't
know the first thing about what it takes to heal me. To really heal me.”
“No, really. What gave you that impression?”
“Don’t give me that Maxwell! I’m not the
one who pissed her off.”
“You brought up breakfast,”
“I was concerned.”
“So was I.”
“What is that suppose to mean?”
“Maxwell, this entire set up sucks! We have
been sitting here, doing nothing, while an alien is wandering around the
woods. Or possible informing more about our location. And what have you
done about it? Played house with Liz.”
Maria's eyes dimmed slightly as she glanced up
at Max. "You're part of the reason why he is the way he is."
Max shook his head in confusion.
Shaking her head, Maria broke free.
"You..." She trailed off as she walked away, Max just barely
hearing the last of her statement. "And me."
"You know, Liz, I'm really terrified at the
notion that Kyle will eventually have powers. Just from what he's tried to
get me to do with mine, I can't imagine what he will do with his,"
Isabel said with a shake of her head.
Liz nodded in agreement. "Oh, I know, I
mean look at him." They both looked his way. "What if he
develops X-ray vision or something?"
"Oh, what a horrid thought!" Isabel
exclaimed. "I mean, he doesn't resemble Clark Kent in the least. At
least Clark has class."
Throwing her head back to laugh, Liz didn't see
the buxom blonde waitress pushing by until the woman stumbled right into
"Oh, damn sweetheart, I'm sorry...it's the
heels, they --"
"Let me go!" The waitress yelled as
she was slammed up against a brick wall, a knife held to her throat.
"Please don't kill me..."
"Liz, are you ok?"
Liz' shook her head. "Wh...what?"
"You kind of just spaced out there on that
waitress. She apologized and then you just--" Isabel stopped suddenly
in realization. "Did you see something?"
Liz was silent for a moment while her eyes
scanned the club for the woman she had just witnessed. "Yeah I
saw..." She trailed off as she caught sight of the flame-haired
waitress slipping through the back door, her cigarettes in hand. "Oh
god, Isabel, we have to help her! Come on!" Liz exclaimed as she
grabbed a hold of Isabel's arm and started pulling her in the direction of
"Just come on! We have to hurry before he
kills her!" Liz exclaimed just as they brushed past Kyle, whose look
suddenly turned to stone.
"Oh, this doesn't sound good." Kyle
said before turning and running after them.
Liz and Isabel, in their haste nearly bowled
over Max and Maria, but like a woman possessed, Liz dragged Isabel right
by them and yelled to Max to follow.
"What's going on?" Maria asked,
rubbing her temples tenderly.
Max shook his head and then caught Kyle by the
arm as he was running by. "Kyle, what happened?"
"I'm not sure. Liz said something about
somebody killing someone and then took off like a bat outta hell,” Kyle
explained as he raced to catch up with Liz. Max and Maria following close
Michael caught sight of all the commotion from
where he sat in the van and quickly dried his eyes on his shirt. There
would be no time for reflection, so he jumped out of the van, also running
to catch up.
"Max, what's going on?"
Max shook his head. "Liz saw something, I
Liz stopped cold suddenly, and then turned and
waved for Max to come up by her. "Over there." She whispered.
Pushing through everyone, Max came up beside
her. "What is it?"
Liz leaned up close to Max. "I saw this
waitress get murdered in this alley." Liz looked slowly over to the
alleyway. "She's walking right over there."
Max looked down at Liz and then took a step
forward just in time to see the waitress get pulled around and slammed up
against the back wall of the club, the attacker demanding all her money.
"Hey! Stop!" Max yelled, seeing the
light reflecting off the blade of the attacker's knife. Lifting his hand,
Max used his powers to knock the attacker off his feet resulting in the
waitress turning and running around the other side of the club.
Walking forward, Max picked up the attacker’s
knife as he slowly came to. "Let's --" Max started, but then was
suddenly flat on his back, the attacker knocking Max' feet out from under
Michael instantly came forward, as the attacker
got to his feet and took a powerful swing. Pushing back and then swinging
in turn, Michael got him solidly in the jaw, but didn't see the
attacker’s hand reach for his boot and jab upwards, a knife he had
hidden there now planted squarely in Michael’s side.
"Michael!" Maria and Isabel both
cried, his shocked face looking down at the object protruding from his
"Isabel, do something!" Maria
exclaimed and Isabel raised her hand and sent the attacker reeling
backwards. Obviously not understanding what just happened to him, he
turned and ran.
Michael pulled the knife out of his side, and
fell to his knees, then to the ground.
Maria dropped down by Michael's side and then
looked up to Max. "Max." She whispered painfully. He nodded and
quickly leaned over Michael, carefully placing his hand on Michael's
Michael's quick intake of air caused Maria's
eyes to snap back to his, and the pain in them reflected the pain that had
been apparent in all the flashes he had shown her earlier. Her eyes filled
with tears again, and a sob escaped her pursed lips as she felt Liz
pulling her away.
"Come on, Maria." Liz said softly,
hugging Maria to her. "You don't need to watch that." She
stroked her hair softly. "He'll be okay...see? Now look."
Maria turned her head slightly and saw that Max
was indeed already helping Michael back up to his feet, but she no longer
wanted to look at him and she turned her head back into Liz' shoulder.
Liz sympathized with her. If anything ever
happened to Max..."Come on, I'll take you back to the van." She
said, wrapping an arm around her best friend and leading her in that
direction. She could hear the others following close behind in silence.
Silence until they rounded the building and saw
a mob of people standing just outside the front doors, the waitress
leading the group. "There they are! They're the ones that helped
"How did you knock him down from 10 feet
“What was that glow? Radiation poisonin’?”
“Are you guys demons or somethin’?”
“Witches, I bet!”
“Naw, them there’s space aliens…”
Everyone looked at Max. Turning around, Max
silently mouthed, “Run." and they all took off for the van,
cramming themselves in.
Liz looked from person to person from where she
sat in the far back seat. Her hand twirled Maria’s hair gently. Her best
friend was lying across the seat, her head in Liz' lap. She looked first
to Max, whose shoulder was being used by Isabel as a pillow. It was good
to see them close again. Then her gaze shifted to Kyle, who was driving
and looked just a little stressed out, but then again, they all were. And
finally, to Michael, whose eyes she met in the mirror, him turning to face
"How is she?" Michael asked quietly.
Liz shrugged and glanced down to Maria.
Michael nodded, something in his eyes told Liz
that there was much more going on... but his eyes also looked tired,
probably from being wounded and all, so she decided not to push the issue
just yet. Her tolerance for Michael had hit an all-time low.
“My eyes probably look tired too,” she
thought. It had been quite a night. Going to a strip club and all...
everything else had seemed comparatively... normal.
Normal...what was normal anyways?
Normal wasn't Maria, Liz mused as she thought of
her best friend’s relationship with Michael. Looking down at her, Liz
was shocked to see Maria's eyes slowly open, revealing a dim glow that
looked almost ethereal in the darkness of the van.
And normal certainly wasn't Kyle, Liz thought,
remembering the flash she got when everyone was rushing to enter the van.
His only thoughts now - with just himself and the road – would
invariably be of Serena.
Hanley surveyed the room. It was small, mostly
gray – the only color being the green, red or blue blips that scattered
themselves across the screens. He noted one agent sitting at one of the
larger computers, marking down location points. Another agent walked past
him, out the way Hanley had come in. He turned to make sure he was really
gone, then he sat down at the computer across the room.
Pulling up the personal files, he noted a new
Name: Jesse Esteban Ramirez
Occupation: Lawyer, Roswell, New Mexico
Notes: Brought in because of his connection to
Isabel Amanda Ramirez-Evans and her brother, Max Evans. Other persons in
contact with them include Elizabeth Parker, Michael Guerin and Maria
Other: Not considered armed or dangerous.
Arrived: July 15, 2002
Hanley leaned back in his chair, tipping off his
fingers. He knew the time had been coming but he didn’t know it
would’ve been so soon.
“Jesse Esteban Ramirez,” he rolled the name
off his tongue quietly.
Suddenly, he stood up and left the room, drawing
a look from the other agent. He strode down the winding hallways to the
holding facility. Bringing out his identification card, he slid it through
the slot, giving his fingerprint and voice identification.
He slithered through the doors and quickly
reached his destination. They were just pulling up. He stood on the other
side of the three-inch pane of glass, watching the van approach.
His breath fogged the glass as he spoke.
“It has begun.”
Rain pattered against the windshield,
consistently moving aside with the assistance of the windshield wipers. It
was nearing three in the morning and Kyle was still at the wheel. He had
the radio on low – some pop station – the only station that would come
in decently from where they were. He didn’t mind driving and was
purposefully driving way out of the way to avoid any major roads.
He tapped his fingers on the wheel rhythmically,
and blankly watched the darkness unfold out in front of him. The past few
days had been strange, to say the least. Even after doing the Macarena in
a strip club full of topless women, still all he could think about was the
girl who he had saved a couple of nights before.
Her eyes… they kept haunting his thoughts. All
he could think of was her green eyes looking so lost and confused, staring
at him, through him – right down to his very soul.
Kyle shook his head to clear it. He needed to
focus on more important things. Like making sure Isabel, now asleep with
the others in the back of the van, didn’t kill anyone or herself. More
important things like making sure Michael didn’t take off alone and
follow his latest theories on the FBI. Like making sure he didn’t
develop any powers that would make him semi-related to his
three-feet-tall, green, Martian friends.
He sighed. It wasn’t working. His mind kept
drifting back to Serena – or whatever her name was. Serena. He whispered
the name aloud. Then he caught himself and quickly looked in the rear-view
mirror. Everyone was asleep. Liz and Max were coiled up together in a
large blanket while Maria was dozing comfortable next to Liz. Michael
slept alone in the corner. Isabel, she lay curled up against a window with
her head still on Max’s arm, this being the first time in a long time
she had solid, uninterrupted sleep. His heart stopped when he caught the
brief glimpse of her so peaceful and relaxed. He had to admit that she
still invoked feelings in him, but not like before. She had changed. He
could feel himself shifting, changing too. He knew in the back of his mind
that it was caused by practically mowing down the mysterious redhead, but
he wasn’t ready to admit that to anyone, not even himself.
Kyle squinted. He could see something on the
side of the road about two hundred yards ahead. He gauged the intensity of
the rain and glanced at the time. Downpour, 3:14. It was too cold, too
dark, and too wet outside for anyone to be walking alone alongside the
road. He slowed down. It was just too cold. He glanced nervously in the
rear-view mirror. If he got the person in and out before anyone woke up,
specifically Max or Michael, it would be okay. Besides, he needed someone
to talk to.
Walking in the rain sucked. But she had nowhere
else to go. Those… people probably had her apartment wired, her phones
tapped, her movements plotted out on radar twenty-four hours a day.
It was absurd. They looked like they were the
same age as her, maybe even a little younger. She shouldn’t be afraid of
them, but she was. There was something about them… the way they all
stood together, the way they seemed to speak to each other without saying
The way that a certain pair of gray-blue eyes
skipped right over her entire facade and grazed her very core.
She shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold. It
was from the intensity of those eyes. And she was leaving the owner of
them behind forever, so she could get away from the whole… mess.
“Great,” She thought aloud. The rain had
picked up. She burrowed deeper into her soggy windbreaker, pulling the
navy blue nylon hood closer to her face. Faintly she could see headlights
from behind. She quickly moved off to the side of the road, slipping on
the loose gravel there.
“Damnit,” she muttered, regaining her
balance. She tested out her ankle. It hurt, but was tolerable. She
gingerly took a step. At the same time, she heard the engine of the car
behind her begin to slow. It was stopping.
The last thing she needed was some horny
fifty-something pervert trying to pick her up on the side of the road at
three in the morning. She contemplated running, but with her ankle
hurting, she’d have to just smile and decline as politely as possible.
She had to remind herself of the polite part.
“Just keep walking, keep walking,” she
“Hey,” a male voice called out softly,
almost inaudible over the rain. “You need a ride?”
Kyle didn’t know what came over him. He had
raged an inner battle with himself for a moment there, trying to decide if
he would stop or keep on going… and he finally concluded that he
wasn’t about to disgrace Buddha by not helping this unfortunate person
-especially when it was raining, cold, and desolate outside. The fact that
the passenger seat next to him was void to any physical body and he really
needed the distraction didn’t hurt either.
So he slowed down, turning the radio down even
lower then it already was. He began to mentally prepare himself for the
consequences. He had no idea what would happen next
Reaching across the seat, he opened the window
and called out a friendly invitation. He swore he recognized the form
before the person even turned around, and before he caught the full
glimpse of their face, he knew that it was her. Kyle almost put his foot
on the gas and floored it out of there, but something stopped him. Those
The last person she was expecting to see was
him. She stood still for a second, the rain pounding off her jacket,
making quick patter patter sounds that all of a sudden sounded quite loud.
He looked just a surprised as she did. She opened her mouth to speak but
what was there to say? He was one of them – one of those people after
So she turned and tried to run.
“What the hell?” He muttered, narrowing his
eyes. Did he always have to chase after her? He scrambled with the door
handle and then he was out in the pouring rain with her. The rain sounded
louder once he was out in it, the thought ran through his mind quickly. In
seconds, his shirt was soaked through, his hair dripping with wetness,
down into his eyes.
He ran after her, not realizing that his legs
automatically followed hers into the darkness. He caught up to her easily
and grabbed a hold of her arm. But she slipped through, her coat make a
popping sound as his hand lost its hold.
“Wait,” he called out. The word was drowned
in the rain’s music. He tried again. “Wait!”
She stopped and turned, looking at him warily
– her eyes full of undeniable anger. He almost ran into her again but
stopped short a few feet in front of her. The lights on the van
illuminated the left side of her head, throwing her face into darkness
when it hit her hood.
“What do you want?” she asked. Her words
could barely be heard above the rain.
“I don’t know,” Kyle replied honestly, his
breath coming hard.
“Why can’t you all just leave me alone? I
never did anything to you!” Her hood slipped a little and made her eyes
more visible to him. They were like red coals, burning his skin.
“Serena,” Kyle began.
She gasped, suddenly wary. “How do you know my
Kyle didn’t answer. He just stepped closer to
her. He was only a foot away now. He could feel the heat from her skin
radiating off her, splashing off with the drops of rain. She didn’t step
back. Instead, she seemed to take a tiny step closer to him.
“I just do,” Kyle said. He reached up and
cupped her face in his right hand. “I just do,” he repeated. He
brushed her hair out of her eyes with his other hand, dropping it onto her
own hand. They laced their fingers together automatically, naturally.
“Come with me, Serena,” he said. His eyes
raked her face. “Please?”
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