To serve and Protect (AU,CC/UC,ADULT) Pt 11 - 02/22/04 {WIP}

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Title: To serve and protect
Rating: ADULT
Couples: AU M/T/L. L/Z/M/K Mi/M/Billy. I/J.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Roswell. It belongs to Sci fi and Jason Katims.

Author's Note: Please be nice to me....I have an active imagination...
Thanks to baylisou ( i have your name incorrectly (slap) sorry i will edit it later but have no time.....)

Note: It’s dreamer insured. But Liz is mega Evil here. So I’m giving you a warning. My aim is to go somewhere dark. Don't worry, liz is my favourite character LOL

Background Information: The year is 2009. Alex was murdered by Tess but no one knows that. Max and Tess had sex but she didn’t get pregnant cos he wore protection. Maria is the lead of a famous band called Neo with fiancé Billy.

They haven’t heard from Michael or Liz in seven years. No one knows what happened to them.


Plot: Michael and Liz are skilled assassins. They kill for money and are feared by everyone. But what happens when their next assignment is to murder the people they love?




Authors note to new readers and old readers

I have edited some parts so some posts about tess and max will confuse you. I edited it becasue i thought it made people not want to read this story. i am very self Conscious about these things.
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Interlude
December 31. Hong Kong- 2008
New Year’s Eve

“We are told that you need assassins?” Larek said in his thick British accent while tapping his fingers on the oriental table. The Wang Chinese restaurant was bursting at the rim with familles hovering over every table to eat spring rolls while singing songs about peace. Larek turned to Yen, general of the 51st battalion of the planet Ptah. Yen was using the body of one the Chinese finest show girls, Pei for this secret meeting. Pei’s long dyed strawberry blonde hair and olive complexion gave Larek the creeps. Then, he couldn’t stop chuckling to himself when he remembered Yen’s comment while abducted humans many summers ago.

“Yen, in all the years on our understanding of these primitive humans. You were always puzzled by the female anatomy?” Larek was looking at himself through Brodie’s cold slack eyes. The kind of eyes that had seen many lonely nights.
Yen nodded and replied in a breathy tone clouded with smoke. “Yeah, so?”
“If you ask the gentlemen that have been gawking you for over an hour by the main entrance you’ve get a first hand explanation on how the female anatomy works,” Larek broke out in laughter, his mouth was open wide and tears were rolling down his cheeks.

Yen gave him a dirty look through the dark eyes of Pei. “Ha ha, very funny,” Leaning over he realised that Pei’s breast were wearing a push up bra to preserve the image of ‘large’ and flavour to the attire of a novelty French waitress, short lacy skirt and all the quirks from a porno film.
“Next time I get to choose the location.” Yen then closed his eyes and absorbed more energy from himself to keep a firm hold on the body. “I hate it how you can hear their screams,”
“You get used to it,” Larek replied. “Now, about the request I hear you got from the other three planets of the Venus consolation. What do they want.”
“Skilled assassins. Ruthless as the Spartans we saw a long time ago,”
“Ah yes. The Spartans. Okay. Well then, the order of Anyakka is a great choice.” Larek said.

Yen’s eyes almost left the sockets. “Anyakka? That means the dammed. I heard that those two are the most coldblooded and the most ruthless, skilled assassins in the galaxy,”

Larek nodded his head. “Then. You must also know that one of them is from the royal four and the other is the missing link between Zan and the granolith. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting her before the alien side took over after her parents died in that terrible accident. By the way. Khivair will never get away with killing innocent civilians in this war. Mr and Mrs Parker were not involved.” Larek sighed. “After the Crashdown were reduced to ashes. Michael and Liz were deeply affected. After all. The Parkers treated him like a son and Liz, well she thought of him as a brother. Liz moved in with Michael and that’s when she confessed about the visions she’s been getting. I know this because they went to me for help after the affects of her new alien side were taking its toll. So, I operated on her and using the gardrieum I turned her into one of them. A hybrid. Only much faster, smarter and more powerful. Liz was never the same after that. Max and Tess got together after Alex’s death and Isabel married Jesse and Maria went to Billy for a normal relationship. Michael and Liz. Well, they explored more into their alien side. They lost everyone. No one would talk to them and Liz and Max were distant despite their deep connection. Michael and Liz took a vow that they will protect Zan and Ava since Future Max said that Tess and Max must be together in order to save the world. It’s all confusing I know. But after many years of separation they started going crazy and now. They kill in order to protect the world from the in coming invasion and keep Antar afloat without anyone knowing that they still exist. They are now known as Akasha and Rath, the order of Anyakka. Rath meaning destruction, warrior and Akasha meaning, the un dead, cursed. Even Khivair and his men fear them”

Yen pulled on the purple shades Pei had in her purse. Even the chapped purple lips gave off a cold revelation.
“What do they want?”
“They want Ava and Zan and that pesky group they have dead in two weeks. Or the three now neutral planets would join Khivair and Ptah and invade Earth,”

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Chapter One
New York. Queens.

“Rath, Akasha…hey guys..” A young drug lord scuffled awkwardly around the two leather clad warriors. Liz’s short raven hair and blood shot eyes with a cunning smile turned to Rath. His Dark brown spiked hair and unmercifulness eyes almost took pity on Pete, the drug lord that was the owner or Sparks downtown Apartments.
“You sold our apartment to those burly men a couple of days ago,” Liz whispered. Her sweet innocent voice had been replaced many years ago with a cold sultry-aspen voice. “I have no pity for anyone’s generosity. We are good guys you-know? We pay out taxes. We keep the environment clean and we don’t take drugs. Now, give us a reason for not killing you,” Liz voice rose higher and higher with every word that spat from her black lips. Her gothic attire gave her a dark sexy vixen prostitute look. Michael placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled at her. “Sis, I think we should let him speak before we kill him,”

“No,” Liz shook her head. Drawing a red card from underneath her skirt. Her hand tracing the small squares from her dark mesh stockings. An image of the death card was shown to Pete. “ I already see the outcome my dear,” Liz said. “ I don’t need answers. I need my apartment. But, since it’s gone. I’ll just have to deal with the consequences my own way,”

Pete was fidgeting with his hands, looking on the ground and looking at the dark alley way behind him. Anything but at Liz.
“Why aren’t you looking at me in the face?” Liz said. “ Am I not beautiful?” Liz waved her hands over her white milky body.
“I ..haveha Have…a…girl…friend,” Pete stuttered.

“Oh, a girlfriend. What she like?” Liz pouted. Placing her hands on her hips she dropped her head sideways and made a meowing sound. Michael had his arms across his washboard chest, trying to keep the smirk off his face.

“Kristy? Uh…blonde…blue eyed…” Pete began, his ruffled dark hair and red jersey was scorched to a small mass of human ash. Throughout the whole process Liz was smiling as Pete screamed horribly to his death. The smell of baking powder filled the alleyway.

“Wrong answer,” Liz whispered.
“Akasha, that wasn’t necessary” Michael turned to Gothic Liz. Her bum- covering skirt and black lacy tank top with silver bracelets and black leather bands covering her wrists. A black beaded cross bobbled between her cleavage of her breasts. Liz pulled the black leather jacket closer to her body as the cool air kicked in. “He would’ve cheated on her in a month with another dumb ho. Anyways. I didn’t think he was worthy of living after giving our apartment away.” Liz then added. “Akasha despises men with blonde bimbos,”

Michael knew she was referring to the newly married couple, Max and Tess Evans. The announcement of their wedding was in the New York Times last Friday.
“Akasha, It’s New Years Eve. Have some fun for a change,” Michael suggested.
Liz whirled around. Her short raven jaded locks framed her ashen complexion. Her dark eyes were swirling with red fire.
“Hey,” Liz seethed. “I’m da man, I do what I want,” Her beeper vibrated against her inner thigh. Liz slid her hand underneath her bum leather skirt and unstrapped the black sash containing her beeper and read the message.
“Come’on we got work. Message is from Larek. We are to meet him in Las Vegas, Nevada tomorrow at 19:00 hours.” Liz clicked her beeper off and strapped the beeper inside the back sash underneath her skirt.

“Viva Las Vegas, baby,” Michael said.
“Rath,” Liz rolled her eyes. They never said their reals names in over seven years.
“Hey, Akasha. Maybe this time that guard will let you in. After all we are twenty six years old. Unless your baby face will let you down again and you’ll be left in the underage gamming room,” Michael chuckled then started chocking. His airways had been cut off. Michael placing his hands around his neck, using his power to unblock the invisible door, blocking his airway. He was all on fours now. His eyes were clouded by red dots. In a few minutes he’ll pass out. Liz’s black doc-martin boots gritted with the ash of Pete and the stone pebbles.

She bent down and looked at Michael. He struggled to keep his head up. Liz sighed and waved her hand over Michael. Unblocking his airways so he can breathe again. While taking deep gulps of air Michael slid into a sitting position against the wall. Sweat started to bead underneath his armpits.
“Oh, don’t be such a wuss,” Liz said. “I was just tryin to show you who’s in charge ‘ere,”
“What….happened….to….your….good…nature?” His hands were touching his red neck as air passed through his lungs once again.
“I lost it in New Mexico,” Liz replied, she struck out her black silk glove covered with a pearl bracelet on her wrist, among the other bracelets that covered her wrist that made a jingling sound like bones rubbing together. Michael grabbed her hand and helped pull himself up. The New York breeze smelt like fireworks. Liz glanced at her watch. It was around ten thirty. Plucking two pieces of paper from the ground she waved her magic and brought up two first class tickets to Las Vegas, Nevada for Mr and Mrs Handsel.
“We leave tonight,” Liz instructed. “You get some the stuff(referring to the alien weapons stashed in the closet). And I’ll get the bikes. We still got that request from Moby to complete,” Liz gave a playful punch on Michael's shoulder.

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Chapter Two A

Hollywood. Beverly Hills.

“No, you’re shitting me?” Max spoke into his phone in his deluxe two storey Apartment with a view of Downtown Los Angelus. Tess was downstairs, cooking spaghetti.
“No,” Isabel replied. Her eight year old daughter, Chloe was with her husband Jesse. out the backyard with their German Shepard Sheba. “Maria and her fiancé Billy got a gig at the Ritz in La Vegas. The same hotel we bashed when we were seventeen.
“When we were seventeen,” Max said in a sing-along voice. “So, are we invited?. I mean cos after all. The band Neo is a hit sensation with the lead singer being Maria Deluca.”
“Yep. We meet her tomorrow at the Ritz around five o’clock. The gig starts at nine.” Isabel replied. “You and Tess will meet out our house tomorrow at nine before we distribute the tickets.”
“Okay.” Max replied before ending the conversation.
**

Chapter Two B
11pm
La Flamingo Deluxe

The brothel reeked of old men and whiskey mixed with cigars. The room had five stump pillars with dazzling lights with a large column cages on top. Inside, five dancers wearing blue wigs were dressed in short nurses outfits, striped their clothes off interchange for money while dancing to all kinds of music from jazz to hip hop. The owner of the Brothel was perched at the bar with a very serious look on his face. His hairdo and ashtray shirt with leather pants and a huge belt gave him an image of a sixties pimp.

“Lonnie and Nickolas are in the house,” Davis whispered to his boss, Moby.
Moby smiled. His dark shades covering his shining eyes but his ginning face told them he was pleased. “They are most welcome,” His grinned as his red Mohawk and nose pierced shone like gems. He sat by the oval bar and noticed it was a full house tonight. Especially odd since it was New Years Eve. It’s was usually empty during the holiday events.
Venus, the stripper glided onto the spotlight with her back facing the crowd. Her tight leather short pants and blue bikini straps drove everyone wild- including Nickolas who sat in the front row with a camera in hand. The stripper had a blue long wig and fake tattoos of butterflies on her back. She whirled around and straddled herself on Nathan, the groom to be and slid off the blindfold using her white teeth.
This gesture sent the house cooking- Nathan was going bright red.

Who wouldn't, Moby thought. Her breast shaped like ripe watermelons were in Nathan face every time she rotated her swell hips- griding herself into him. Venus untied the rope and pulled him to the stage, and then glided around the poles like an expert. Her long creamy legs arching gracefully to the sky. With a backdrop of dazzling lights from the ceiling.

Moby’s face heated up each every minute that past by but no one saw her face. Someone tapped Moby on his shoulder. Michael stood beside him, lighting up a cigarette and letting the cloud of smoke evoke him. “Akasha said another two-fifty grand is in order.” Michael rolled up his back sleeves to reveal on right arm the four square symbol and on his left arm the eye of Horus, the all Seeing Eye. The symbol for the order of Anyakka. Moby took off his shades. The hyperactive beeps of the techno music complemented the way the Stripper was rolling her hips and seductively showing more skin by sliding one strap down her right shoulder She slid to the ground with Nathan eagerly watching her firm buttocks rubbing against Nathan's now bare chest. The crowed hooted and cheered.

“Venus is taking the night off,” Michael concluded, butting out his cigarette.
“Are you telling me what I think I know?” Moby replied. After all, he arranged that Lonnie and Nickolas would be killed tonight in revenge for Khvair killing his wife.

“She’s good isn’t she?” Michael teased.
Moby took a shot of tequila surprise and bloody Mary before facing Rath. “If Venus isn’t the stripper than who is?”

“The one and only,” Michael replied with a smirk. Moby turned around to find two piles of crumbled ash and Nathan with his shoulder cap barely hanging off his skin. Liz wiped the blood off her hands and changed her hair from blue to black.

“The job is done,” Liz said. Stepping down from the platform. Michael waved his hand over her attire and changing it to her black lacy bikini top and bum covering green jean shorts with a large belt with a brass buckle. Liz had the same matching tattoos on her forearms only on her left inner wrist a tattoo of two entwined circles was horizontal as her palm was laid out flat in a giving gesture.

The circles were the symbol of the granolith. “Our Money plus the two fifty grand for the show I put on earlier,” Liz gestured to the crowd that was frozen in different position. “ They will be okay. They are just frozen in time,”

Michael handed Liz her black jacket, which Liz slid on.
“We have another business to attend to. Our plane leaves in half an hour. So….” Michael’s left hand crackled as a white molten ball erupted from his palm and shot at Moby, who flew backwards into the bar mirror. However, the mirror only cracked and did not fall apart. Liz opened her eyes, A veil of white over her dark eyes. “You are lucky that I take good care of my clients. I could’ve allowed you to be pierced by glass but that would make me feel sorry for you. I don’t like to feel
emotions.” Liz clapped her hands together.

Everyone in the Brothel became unfrozen and continued dancing as if nothing happened. Only the crowds of men were baffled to where the stripper disappeared to and the ash that are Lonnie and Nickolas that covered the floor. There was also the matter of Nathan dead body stinking up the pace. As a French poet couple walked past and Liz touched one of them on the shoulder. The couple turned around and touched their matching red bouree’s.
“You two,” Liz poked her finger at them. Then pointed at the dead body. “Clean the mess up,”

The couple nodded they heads and walked in the direction the dead body was.
Moby slowly stood up behind the bar, fidgeting with his hands he looked up at Rath and Akasha before handing them a black brief case.
“Check the case,” Liz instructed. Michael opened up the brief case and nodded.” Three hundred grand,”
Moby then handed over a blue knapsack to Liz. Inside was the two fifty grand she was asking for. Liz nodded her head. “Nice doing business with you,”
Michael grabbed Liz’s hand and led her through the snake line of dancing limbs. The cold air greeted them and Liz placed a dollar bill in the bouncers hand. He nodded his head and pointed to where their Yamaha bikes were kept.
“Doesn’t killing people make you horny?”

“I don’t think it’s the kill part. The adrenaline rush when you use a lot of power gives you too much of an energy boost,” Michael said to Liz. “So, what’s with the money?”
“Well. I have a feeling that this next job is going to be a tough one,”
“Any visions?” Michael referred to her seeing into the future.
“Not yet. But the night is still young,”
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Chapter three
New Yeas Day. Jan 1st 2009


The eye of Horus card was placed on the dinning room table at breakfast. Max was dousing his pancakes in maple syrup and Tabasco sauce when his wife was still wearing her blue dressing gown.
“It’s the all seeing eye, honey” Max smiled. Tess was not too pleased. Her face was a few shades greener than usual. When Max noticed his wife not being her perky self he got off his seat and looped his arms around his wife, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Did I mention that I missed you in our bed last night,”
“Very funny Max,” Tess replied. “The senior ski trip is less than a week away and I am one of the teachers who’s supposed to be looking after them. I’ve been making sure the kids aren’t sleeping in the cold,”
Rubbing her shoulders Max smiled. “Okay. I am busy man myself. The Evans Law firm have some strange cases lately. A lot of them are murders. Jesse and I are going to look at some of the cases later tonight while you girls are watching Maria perform,”
“You too,” Tess said. Picking up the card she showed it to her husband. “I got this in the mail yesterday. Our spies said that Ptah wants us dead. Larek is remained calm and no one knows that he is on our side but this is serious Max. This symbol is for the Order of Anyakka. These two are the most cold-blooded and heartless assassins in the galaxy. They get a kick out of killing people. No one knows what they look like only when you are the target they won’t stop until they hit bulls eye. Max touched her face. “Okay, we will keep a close eye out for them. I’ll even get my sources working on it. No one is going to hurt anyone I care about,” Smiling, Max pecked her on the cheek. “Get packing, we are supposed to be at my sisters in a hour.”
“An hour?” Tess said seductively, unstringing her blue gown. Max tightened his grip around her waist, “More than I need,” Before closing the distance between them with a kiss.

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8am
Las Vegas, Nevada


Liz woke up in cold sweat, tears rolling down her cheek as the voices of ecasty still rang in her ears. Kicking off the sheets, trying not to jar Michael awake Liz headed to the bathroom. Her left foot collided with the door frame. Now hopping in one leg Liz swore in Italian before crashing into the shower, hitting her head. Blood seeped from her forehead. Liz didn’t care. She fumbled the knobs blindly before the cold needed soaked through her white silk bra and panties. Biting down on her teeth she cursed at the connection she had with Max, the only evidence from her human life. It wasn’t her alien side that was so deeply in tune but her human side that connected to Max’s human side that brought them together.

She knew right this minute that he was having sex, again. Drawing her knees to herself Liz bowed her head and soaked her raven sixty style bob cut. Tears reminded her that apart of her was still human. Her shoulders sagged. Liz finally rosed her head and wasn’t bothered by the cold water streaming down her face, making her skin turning blue with Goosebumps. She wasn’t gonna take this crappie connection anymore. This time, she was going to do something about it. If she could felt his pleasure then he could feel her emotions too.
Michael appeared by the doorframe. His head was messed up and sleep was written all over his face. Michael yawned. “Another feeling from Maxwell,”
“Yeah. “ Liz decided to think about paying Max back later.
“It only happens, once, right?” Helping her out of the shower and turning off the water.
“ All the friggn time,” Liz said as she walked out the hallway, peeling off her bra and panties she was naked in front of Michael. He was used to it. He even tossed her a magenta lacy bikini top and black string cargos. Liz strapped on a bra and matching butterfly underwear before sprouting her legs through the pants and pulling on the top. Shaking off the excess water Liz raked through her short hair before drying it with her hand. It was bouncy and the small locks that were a slight fringe clouded her eyes. Putting on a jade quartz crystal necklace. Liz sighed while plopping a few aspirin pills and drinking it down with spring bottled water laced with Tabasco. Michael pulled on jeans and a grey polo shirt with a thick black outline of small pyramid on the left side of his chest. The polo shirt outlined his muscles. Michael placed the queen of the dammed Cd on the bed side table and he flicked his wrist. The first track filled the room. He pulled out the red cards and placed the deck on the table.

Liz sat in between Michael’s legs and Michael wrapped his arms around her, kissing softly on her cheek. “Then, what’s in store for them,”
Michael touched his forehead and plucked a card from the desk. Closing her eyes, her breathing quickened and she turned the card over to find the death symbol. “They will be all dead,”
Michael looked at the death card. “What!” Pushing her onto the ground. Liz rubbed her back and swore. “Asshole!” She struck her hand up and blasted him on the bed. She leaped on him, locking her legs around his waist, straddling him. Liz used her mind to make the cd jumped to track four Her pale skin with dark fingernails traced downs his cheek “We are family. We have always been for each other. They abandoned us. Max followed his destiny and was seduced by Tess. What about Maria? Huh? She left you for Billy. She doesn’t understand. No one does. But I do. You understand me don’t you? We’ve lost everything but each other. Please don’t make me do something I regret and kill you,”
Michael stared up at Liz. Even with her cold nature she had the body of Aphrodite and a face of a vixen.
“You won’t. I am family,”
Liz twirled her fingers absently in his hair while sliding off his lap. “I know. But If you brake your promise we made to never to leave family I’ll swear I will kill you,”
Liz stood up and pulled out a folder and left the room.
“What are you doing?” Michael shouted.
“Getting my revenge,” Liz replied before shutting the door to leave Michael alone, listening to the punk music.


**


Liz closed the door to the bathroom. Placing a box sized photo of Tess on the bathroom floor her white hand covered her smiling face and closed her eyes. The photo fluttered underneath her fingertips as Liz was drawn into her mind.

When Liz opened her eyes she was lying face down on Max’s bronze chest. She could fee the layers of blankets around their naked bodies. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air.

Liz rubbed her aching head. Tess didn’t know what hit her but her power was no match for Liz’s. Liz just focused on her annoying voice and muted it. She was going to enjoy this. Even though she was in Tess’s body. Liz pulled back the sheets covering Max’s body and stared openly at his chest, sliding her hands around his belly button. Max gave a yelp when Liz pinched his snail trail hair

“Tess?” Max groggily answered. He stopped mid sentence as his eyes wouldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Liz?”
Liz answered by opening her legs and strapping it around his lap, grinding her hips hard into his. Her coca brown locks billowed around her shoulders
. “Hey baby, missed me?” Liz sucked on her index finger.
“Missed you? Liz?” Max sat up, pulling her flush against him. Her breast gently touched his chest. Liz moaned when he entered her. Her walls clamed warmly around his member. “You know, you say all the right things without speaking,”

Liz closed the distance with a kiss. Liz’s heart panged when his tongue soared out to find hers. Too long had she missed this, especially when he started to tug on her lower making Love to her he wasn’t. In mind he was. But this body was not hers. She had to keep reminding herself that even though he thought he was making love to her it was actually Tess’s body.
Max flipped them over. Hovering overing her Max whispered. “You are the death of me. This is a dream,” Max began to get off. Liz grabbed his arms, digging her fingernails into his skin. “We are not done,” Liz whispered. Max still got off and laid alongside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “This isn’t real,” Max said.

Liz looked up at him, siding down her hand down to her curls and placing one finger inside herself. Liz moaned Max turned around and he eyes went dark. He pleaded with her. “You such the biggest tease, even in my dreams” His head hitting against the pillow.
“But this isn’t a dream, Max” Liz replied.

Max smirked. “Oh yes it is. In reality I’m married to Tess. And you are somewhere across the world.”
“Not far,” Liz chucked lightly. “I’m just communicating through someone else,”
Liz looked back up at him, turning to face him she drove her finger in and out. Moaning deliberately with each gesture. “I like some interaction.” Liz moved closer to him. The covers were by their feet. Liz slid her feet up and down his calf. “Tell me what to do,”
“Well If this is a dream and all..” Max drawled, feeling his head was filled with lead he replied. “You start off by moving up and down slowly,”. His hand touching her cheek. Liz did what he instructed, fluttering her eyes in a manner which drove Max insane. He missed Liz. Even when he pretended Tess was Liz when having sex, it wasn’t the same. This was different.. and Max liked it.

“Rehem, what know?” Liz said. Arching her hips into the sky.
“Then you put two fingers inside and find the most sensitive spot and start there. Moving up and down and eventually getting faster,” Max breathy said. His hand absently touching his growing shaft.
Liz turned to face him, her wild locks around her flushed face. “Show me,”
Max pulled Liz up and they were holding each other close, huddling together and max drew up the warm Red Indian covers around them. Liz clicked her fingers and large black candles were surrounding them. The light casting shadows of two bodies close together. Max cupped her face. Drawing closer he whispered. “I love you, Liz.”

A tear leaked from her eyes and travelled down her cheek. “Do you?”
“With all my heart,” Max replied before closing the distance between them, crushing his lips against hers. Her head bobbled backwards and her lips went slack against his and she made a gagging sound.
“Liz?” Max said. Drawing her closer. “Liz?” Shaking her shoulders briefly. Her brown mane became lighter and curled into golden ringlets as her cunning brown eyes turned cold and blue before rolling back inside her head.

“TESS???” Max gasped. He suddenly felt sick.
Her eyes were two whites before fluttering back to blue.
“What happened?” Max asked himself as his head throbbed.

“I was possessed.” Tess replied, glancing around the sudden erotic atmosphere. “What the hell happened,” staring at a guilt –ridden Max.
Meanwhile, In Las Vegas Liz opened her eyes with a smug smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Folding up the piece of paper. She decided that was enough fun for now. Hoping that the seed she planted of a sexy vixen was enough to put their marriage on the rocks.

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Rachel's note: Thanx Zan Da Man for your comment and I agree that Zan is Da Man. Okay bad play on words. I just finished part 4 and i was here and all and i will post it.

And thank you for your replies, although most were about the repulsed max and T part. I've got good news. I could only write that once becasue i had a loop hole. I kept thinking Liz was possessing tess, Liz was possessing Tess. But yeah, no more yuck factor.

okay, i will like some feed back. i am not funny but i try everything once. i just stick to amazing, twisted plots.

and for you guys when Kyle mentions a game called 'Guess Who' its a game where two players have a card each with a person on it and each player has to ask question about the person, like "does your person have red hair?"

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Chapter Four


“I was possessed,” Tess said in between sips of her coffee. They were at Isabel’s house. While Jesse and Chloe were outside the three aliens and Kyle were discussing the issue with light precaution. Tess was in near hysterics. “I don’t know what happened. One minute I was lying on the bed and then it suddenly went cold,” Tess’s hand slightly shook as she remembered how her body felt like an ice bath. “And then the next moment I was in Max’s arms and there are millions of black candles everywhere…Just like out of a porno film,”

“Is that what being possessed feels like?” Kyle then added. “No wonder Brodie wears extra jumpers,”
Max and Isabel rolled their eyes over at Kyle who was Gilmore High’s guidance advisor ,where Tess worked as an Art teacher.
“Have you managed to get in contact with Larek?” Isabel asked. Max shook his head as he bit into a cherry filled donut. The sauce dribbled down his chin so Max used a napkin to blot out the sauce. “I can’t exactly get in tough with Larek since he is miles away.”

“ But I did call a few sources and they said it was probably the work of Akasha,” Tess flicked a red skittles off the table.
Kyle drove his fist onto the table, “Damn. I was hoping the puppet master was a male invoking homosexual tendances Max has been hiding all these years.” Turning to Max with a serious face Kyle placed a hand on Max’s broad shoulder. “ All well, I guess you have to come out of the closet next year,”
Isabel slapped Kyle on the shoulder. “Kyle!”
“Owwie,” Kyle whined while rubbing his arm.

Max scrunched his brow and muttered “What?”. He then turned to Tess. “ So, what do the sources say about this Akasha?”
Tess eyed Kyle and Isabel to stop talking before continuing on. The whole time her eyes were focused on the wooden swells created when the final polish was added.
Tess placed the eye of Horus card on the table. “The all seeing eye. In Antarian terms this means visions. Part of the reason why Akasha is feared is because she can foresee the future, thus adding to her dangerous factor. If you can see everything there is no need for confrontation but to go in for the kill.” Tess tapped her pink fingernail on the card. “Akasha possess many powers we have but stronger. She is rumoured to also to be able to control the human mind and possess people. Hence the earlier possession today.” Glaring at her husband. “She takes pleasure in other people’s misery. Her brother is a hot headed hooligan, named after the ruthless general Rath.”
“Michael would be so proud,” Kyle joked but realised no one was in a joyous mood.
“Pronounced as wa-ra-th-hh. He is Akasha’s right hand man. They work like machines. All they care about is the next kill. Many people I know have died under Akasha’s hand. She has a thing with red cards. When she is focused on another persons life force or in this case ‘energy’ she is able to predict what trouble would come forth for that person. Rarely have people gotten the dagger card or the fallen angel card. It’s usually the death card. In which case its a green light for them to go in for the kill.” Tess said.

“So in other words if it was Akasha who possessed your mind then…” Isabel said, waving her hands in the air in some hope to catch the answer.
“Then the rumors about the planets wanting to assanate us are true. Apparently, many have tried but failed. However, if Akasha and Rath are in the mix then we have no hope. Our only chance is to discover who they are before they find us.” Tess concluded. She then realised that the coffee was nearly empty. Tess waved her hand over and dark black Nescafe coffee was brewing in her green mug.

“Hold the phone,” Kyle said. “ No one knows what they look like? Are you guys constantly playing the ‘Guess Who’ game?”
Isabel looked at Kyle, baffled at his sudden weird quirks. “Who died and made you Alex?”
Kyle replied. “Spending time with Alex in that crystal cave changed me,” punching his chest like he was apart of the Bronx he hooted like a deranged bulldog.
“So that’s why you’ve been keen on Max swinging the other way?” Isabel replied. Her brown eyes looked up to the ceiling as if she was in deep thought, she then suggested a proposition to Kyle “If you give me twenty five bucks, a collection of Liz’s underwear and the movie ‘hello dolly’ Max will be..” .

“Can we get back to talking about this clairvoyant-potentially-psychopath-vixen-who-is-on-our-tail-and-possibly-a-threat-to-everyone- involved?” Max butted in, eyeing Isabel and Kyle. “No more lame jokes and no more remarks about me and batting the wrong way.” His voice was in a harsh matter that next sentence that came out of Max’s mouth set the duo off the rails. “Besides it won’t take a whole bunch of Liz’s underwear to make me turn,”
No one spoke after that. Kyle’s blue eyes flickered around the dining room before he thought of something. “We can always throw in that cheesy green uniform that throws you into ‘boner central’.”
“Okay! That’s enough!” Tess screamed, her hands were turning into a quavering fist. Kyle looked at his shoes, Isabel hand her head in her hand, trying to get the word ‘boner’ and ‘brother’ out of the same sentence. When it was silent Tess continued where they stopped, before the conversation derailed to her husband’s questionable sexuality.

Remembering that on their wedding night she had to wear Liz’s tacky uniform in order to get Max in the mood with a little help of mind warping.
“We do know that Akaska’s virgin beauty strikes the heart of men.” Turning to Max, her blonde hair covering her blue eyes. “Which, might explain why my husband was all too ready to hit the sack,”
“I don’t wanna know,” Isabel groaned and immediately kneeled over as she covered her ears. Kyle touched her shoulder and chuckled when she slid them off.
“Unfortunately, no one has ever survived a visit by the order of Anyakka,” Tess said.
“Look Guys. I think we should go to Las Vegas and try to enjoy Maria’s concert. At the same time be on guard. Anyone suspicious let me know” Max instructed. “ It’s not like anyone we know besides Maria is going to be there,” Max then sighed and confessed.
“I think we need to know more about this Akasha person. She made me feel like I was with… Liz. So that’s why I…” Max went silent. “I think she knows more about us than we know. So, tonight we have some fun but keep an eye out,”





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LOl. only me can find this amusing. Kyle is suck a comica character. and MAx's questionable sexuality.

and my favourite part about Tess having to wear Liz's crashdown uniform in order to turn max on, with the help of mind warp.....


okay. new part still on for next week. its just my mind is rolling in ideas and stuff. i am excicted to get to the next part- lame i know.

see ya

Rachel

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Hey guys...... long time no see??

well long story short- computer malfunction and all roswell fics were tempoary unavilable but since this story was new i was able to write part five- which is a long part....I think. So i hope you guys enjoy

Shout to Lizamay who kindly reminded me about this fic.

Part 5

The Plot thickens.......


Michael hummed the tune to Saint Anger from Metallica while waiting for Liz to leave their motel room. He was out in the hallway and he stood out among rich colors or red, magenta and white gold. Finally, after twenty minutes of waiting Michael was about to barge in when Liz finally walked out. Her steel capped army boots were brand new and polished, a shine emitted from them when the lights from the ceiling caught onto her shoe. Liz had donned a sheer dark gray string cargo pants with only two hand pockets and the string in a tight knot. Liz was wearing a vintage black v-neck top. The v drooped low and her breasts were pushed slightly upwards that when Liz moved or looked down he was greeted with her cleavage.
“Can you tie the back?” Liz asked while handing the two ends made of the same material as the top to Michael. Michael tightly made a bow at the back, which caused her breasts that have already been pushed upwards to jut out more. If Michael wasn’t still in love with Maria, or didn’t have his platonic feelings for Liz he’d be all over her right now. Michael also noticed that Liz short hair had grown to shoulder length and was layered not brushed and her hairline was criss-crossed. Her hair was black, and so were her clothes.
“So? We’ve upgraded from punk gothic to snob gothic?” If there is such a word, Michael silently added.
Liz smiled. Her make up consisted of watermelon lip-gloss and glitter eye shadow. The eye shadow was colorless, but when shone in the light her eyes would glitter like stars. Michael also noticed that her eyes had been changed from brown to a deep gray.
“We have to keep out identity a secret. Well. I don’t know about you?” Liz still had her sassy remarks; it gave slight comfort to Michael compared to her new attire.
She waved her hands in the air. Michael saw her arms were bare. Her arm length sleeves gave the perception that the vintage top had sleeves but in reality the sleeves were cut in two but still connected to the top. So, each time Liz moved her arms in the air her sleeves remained at her sides unless she was dancing. Then the sleeves would move along with her body. Her tattoos were temporary missing on her shoulders. It gave Michael permission to remove his also.

“So, incognito eh?” Michael waved his hand over himself. His ripped jeans molded to thick black leather pants with a Celtic belt. His faded Hawaiian shirt became lighter until Michael wore a dark blue shirt button up to the last top three buttons to reveal a bonds white shirt that didn’t hard his masculine features. Michael waved his left hand over his hooded jumper to a black leather jacket. His hair was not longer spiked. It was a messed curly cowboy look. His auburn hair banged over his light blue eyes.
Liz adjusted his leather jacket and slightly tugged his dark blue shirt out from his leather pants with doc martin lace up boots underneath.
“Look good,” Liz smiled and poked out her silver stud tongue ring.
“Out of all the choices, why the tongue ring?” Michael asked.
Liz replied as they descended down the staircase. “I still got my belly button ring, and I didn’t want to leave the “key to our stash” in the motel. So I put it on a ring,”
“Where?” Michael lifted up her hem to check her belly button.
“Not there.” Liz replied, moving Michael’s hand down to the area over private part. “Down south..” Liz chuckled and left Michael baffled at the staircase.
Michael finally maneuvered himself through the crowed and joined Liz by the front desk.
“Room 101.” She instructed to the bellboy with red curly hair. Liz turned to Michael, ‘Lobster for breakfast?”
Michael distressed. “ Why There?? Of all places! What happens if it comes off?”
The bellboy gave him a strange look before blushing back at Liz. “Ms Caroline. We can place the breakfast menu in the room in two minutes,”
Liz smiled deviously at the bell Boy, with red curly hair and freckles over his high cheekbones. “You know, I find men with freckles very attractive.” Liz rumbled a throaty giggle and the bellboy went bright red. “Well…uh…I’ll be… right…. back…”
Liz chuckled at the bellboy, and patted Michael chest. “Tonight Rath. I’m Caroline and your Patrick.” Liz looked at her delicate silver oval watch. “We have half an hour. So, we meet larek in the buffet room and watch this concert while we do the deal. You gamble while I go to Treasure chest cove.” Referring to the male strip club a few blocks from the hotel. Liz raised her eyebrows up and down. “I need a fix,” Liz’s teal fingernails screamed against Michael ashen face.
“Your face is cold,” Liz said to Michael’s face. “Tonight we party but don’t fall asleep on me.” Patting his cheek Liz left him by the front desk.

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Treasure Chest cove was closed for tonight, much to Liz’s disappointment. She was about to head back when a neo sign shaped in bold letters ‘Paprika’ beckoned Liz to enter. It was a new nightclub, Liz could tell by smelling the fresh varnish from the floorboards. There was also an ‘Opening Night’ billboard by the open bar and Reggie lounge couches.
Liz swayed her hips to the Latin music that came from everywhere. Smoke filtered from the five black boxes from the dJ’s desk on a small stage. Liz was by the bar when two blonde Dixie chicks’ fans stood next to her and screamed in each other’s ears in order to talk to each other. The one on the left wore a woolen jacket; similar to the one Lonnie wore. Only hers was a deep purple.
Liz struck out her hand and the girl slid off her jacket and handed it to Liz, Much to the protest of the other girl on the right.
As Liz descended downstairs she heard the other girl scream. “That was my jacket” to the girl who had given the jacket to Liz.

Then, a voice inside her mind decided to make itself known.

Nice breasts

The voice was a deep rumble, like a cat purr. Liz stopped when she was at the end of the staircase. It was make out central. People were making out everywhere. Liz saw flashes of skin and pink underwear and the friction of two pelvises when the lights beamed in random directions.

Didn’t momma tell ya that you shouldn’t be alone

The voice inside her head mocked. Liz hated mind conversation. Every alien was able to communicate with each other if they were able to feel their tag, or essence. But, you had to be very powerful and in touch with your alien side in order to do this. Only a few aliens Liz knew were able to master this gift, she being one of them. Liz decided to speak back, and in hopes of catching the unknown speakers whereabouts using her sixth sense.

Akasha doesn’t have time to play games. That is unless you want to put yourself in danger.

Justin Timberlake’s Cry me a river was playing. Liz eyeballed the drugged teenager by the jukebox. A cackle was mocking her inside her mind.

I laugh in the face of danger. In fact I dare you to do something about it

This time Liz saw a flicker of sense from the far end of the room. The person was sitting on one of the torn leather couches and Liz saw a hand wavering over the glowing UFO lamp on the small table, among piles of pink flyers. There was a man, around her age and he smoked. The tobacco filled her lungs. Liz smiled and sat down on the leather chair. Liz used her powers to warm the cold seat.
Even though Liz and the person were only feet in front of each other Liz chose to speak in her mind.

Game over. Who the fuck is this? Akasha doesn’t like unwanted guests
Liz felt him smiling, even though she couldn’t see anything in this dim light.
I just came to thank you the voice replied.

Liz scrunched her eyebrows together.

People don’t usually thank me. They just scream and then they die

Liz touched her watch and it glowed in her face. She had twenty minutes before the meeting.

Your face sparkles like stars

That’s because I have makeup on, Liz replied sarcastically.

Yeah, but not only do you sparkle on the outside you also glow on the inside. His voice was clouded with smoke. It was deep and scratchy.

I glow everywhere? Look… I have another assignment arriving with a lot of doe. If you have more than they offer I might take your case…now fuck off

The guy didn’t reply for a while.

Are you one of those girls that say the word “Fuck” every three seconds. Fuck fuck fuckide-fuck-fuck-fuck He was laughing while saying the word.
Liz made a face that was “what the..” Before replying.
I guess you don’t get enough of the word fuck since you don’t fuck these days, Liz said as the Tatu song All the things she said came after Justin Timberlake.

Ahh The Russian lesbians…
Apparently they are not gay
Don’t know. Don’t care
So. into soft porn?
No…I have more important things to discuss Akasha. His voice went from playful to serious.

Like what? Liz said in a high-pitched tone that would belong to a blonde cheerleader.

Well. First off. I’d like to introduce myself. I’m Zan and I’m your new partner for the next assignment.

Shocked, Liz made the jukebox malfunction and the lights grew brighter like the neon sign in the front. Making Zan, and everyone else in the room visible.
“Impressive,” Zan replied. He was wearing black cargo pants and a ripped gray polo shirt with a black hooded jacket with the sleeves ripped off. He was just like Ava described, but cleaner. Liz had to stop herself from looking at his ripped chest that couldn’t hide underneath his shirt and muscular arms.
Get a grip, Liz thought. She vaguely remembered Zan saying something about being her partner.
“Partner?”
Zan moved over until his was right next to her. Only an invisible line of space was between them.
Zan clasped his hands together, noticed that she was uncomfortable he moved closer. “Ptah, your client has some objectives. Me, being one of them. I am going along with you with the new assignment. Or no dice.” Zan fiddled with his black leather bands on his left wrist. The silver stud just above the start of his clean goatee was gleaming at her.
“So. You’re telling me that not only do you know about the assignment. Which, guessing from your smirk…you do I have to put up with you. What about the cash?”
“I get my own reward.” Zan said.
Liz, being the leader of the order of Anyakka kept her anger inside.
“So, how much do you know about our work ethics?”
Zan shrugged. “A lot of people are afraid of you. You see the future.”
“Only when its need to be seen,” Liz corrected. “I don’t receive visions unless it needs to be known. Or to be prevented”
Zan nodded in approval. “That’s it. I do know that you are a God in some countries. And.” Zan wiggled his eyebrows. “ That you’re the Queen of Antar.”
“Hey” Liz abruptly said. “I maybe be a god or feared but I’m no Queen.”
“Yes, you are. You’ll see,” Zan smirked. “Just ask Larek.”
Liz fanned her face. “Okay. If you have to be on the team, that’s cool, okay? But I don’t want any shit from you and don’t bug me. As Leader of this group I only have one question.” Liz slid a dark lock behind her ear, and then abruptly she snapped.
“How come you are not dead?”
Zan laughed. “ When you kill somebody, always double check to see if the body is actually dead. And my protector took me in until I recovered before heading for West Virginia. And by the way Queen Akasha, the meeting is in Room 109.” Zan got up from his chair. He pulled out his wallet that was attached to a chain that clipped onto his belt loop. He handed her a fifty-dollar bill.
“Nice doin business,”
When Zan left the bill scorched to ashes in Liz’s hands. She was going to kill Larek for not telling her about this. The remark about her being Queen of Antar was a lie. She wasn’t Queen…was she? But first she had to tell Micahel about this.

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“Evans party? Your suite is room 102” The bellboy leaned closer. “There is this hot chick in room …”
“I’m married.” Max replied, and then added. “But I think my buddy Kyle would like to hear it,”
Tess elbowed him. “Kyle is just fine,” She glared at the bellboy.
Things never change, Max thought. The nametag on the bellboy said Clyde.
“Look Clyde. Is there any faculties that accommodate for young children under the age of ten?”
“You mean the kiddy room? It runs from 9am till 9pm and free of charge. It comes with the package,” Clyde replied

Max nodded. He felt something tugging his jeans and he looked down to see Chloe beaming up at him. Her dark hair covered her coca skin. But her eyes were from Isabel. Curious and dangerous if Max remembered. He chuckled.
Chloe pouted “Uncle Max. I don’t like this place.”
Max smiled and picked Chloe up into his arms.
“It will be alright Kiddo. Aunty Tess will check on you after a few hours but I’ll bet by then you’ll make a ton of friends,”
Clyde wheeled their luggage to their suite. Everyone followed Clyde into the first elevator on the ground floor but Max. Instead, Max walked past the gamming room, with Chloe still in his arms.

Max looked for a vacant elevator when a woman caught his eye. She wore all black and her shoulder length dark hair kinked upwards at the ends. Her gray eyes were focused on a man with wavy auburn hair and light blue eyes that was having his luck at a game. She walked with sheer motivation and confidence. But Max noticed that she was scared and shook up about something. But there was something off by this picture. To any onlooker it would seem that this woman had just caught her husband gambling when he should be having a romantic dinner with her. But Max wasn’t just any ordinary human being. He had something inside him that was picking at his brain. It was recognition. He knew this woman but couldn’t pinpoint it exactly how he knew her. It wasn’t until she turned around that he got to see her face.
Max clutched Chloe tighter in his arms from shock. He knew that the woman recognized who he was. He face was frozen in shock, and sheer terror. She knew that Max recognized her. It was a face from the past. A face that Max never thought he would see again.
“Liz?” Max whispered.

**

When Liz entered the Hotel she knew that someone was watching her. But she had other pressing matters to deal with than find out who was watching her passing through the hotel entrance and enter the gamming room.
“Seven,” Someone cried. The crowed around Michael cheered.

“I love you,” A voice voiced cried. Liz couldn’t tell if it was male or female.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Liz rolled her eyes. Trust Michael to act conspicuous. They were undercover. They couldn’t attract attention from others while they were here. Liz barged her way through the other contestant and stood awkwardly next to a woman with larger breasts than Pamela Andersen and a man in a dark red turtleneck and black glasses.

It’s the idiot convention, Liz thought. And Michael was the ringleader.

“Rath” Liz hollered. Michael didn’t answer. He was too busy with the lady with Pamela’s breast implants.
Fine, Liz thought. If Michael was so incoherent when it came to hearing orders Liz would have to get his attention through power.
Michael tossed the red dice onto the billiard table. With a quick wave Liz ended his winning streak.

“Snake eyes,”
The crowed moaned in sympathy. Everyone walked off in different directions. The women cooed and wiped their noses before seeing another man down the hall wining at Black Jack. The girls quickly flocked to him like honey and bees.

“What?” Michael said in confusion. Liz stood beside him. Michael turned to her and grumbled, “You ruined my fun,”

“We have more pressing matters than to play games, Rath.” Liz took a quick sip of his martini. “Apparently we have a new member in our group for this next assignment.”
Michael crossed his arms. “WHAT??”
“Oh, it gets better.” Liz giggled and drank the rest of his martini. “Its Max’s duplicate. Zan.”
“I thought he was dead.” Michael scratched his hair.
“We all did.” Liz whispered. “He only said that the meeting was in room 109 and that he gets his own reward.”
“His own reward? What? Two bikers babes and custard pie?”
“I don’t know.” Liz tapped his black nails on the table. “But I have a feeling that it’s something big.”

Liz stopped for a moment before she continued in a hushed tone. “So we play by ear. We let him join us in this ‘mission’ but we keep our eyes peeled. Hopefully I get a vision about this. I might have to consult the cards.”
“Cards?” Michael mocked. “The tarot cards?”
“They are not just cards.” Liz corrected. “They are cards blessed by an Antarian shaman and each cards has an ancient Antarian symbol associated with destiny.” Liz replied.
Michael made a face and rolled his head from side to side when he saw a man clutching an eight year old in his arms.

Michael laughed. “Yo, is that Zan in incognito. Trust him to kidnap a child.”
“Michael.” Liz began, turning around she looked at the man and gasped.
“What?” Michael said jokingly. “Cat got your tongue.”
Liz breathed in and out. “That’s not Zan…. It’s Max”


**
Usually, the first word that pops into your head when you are faced with an old friend or family member doesn’t send you into shouts of “Oh Shit. Oh Shit. Holy Shit.”
Liz was no longer by his side. Michael turned his head and just saw the last flap of Liz’s black woolen jacket disappearing into a corridor that led to ‘Kiddo Kingdom’
Still, Michael continued to stare at Max. His amber eyes were in shock. It was when Michael saw that Max held a child in his arms that he understood why Liz ran. It wasn’t because of Max. She ran because Max had a child in his arms.
Michael didn’t waste anymore time. Glancing at his watch they only had ten minutes before the meeting started in room 109. Michael had ten minutes to boost Liz’s spirits.

Kiddo Kingdom was like stepping into a world of children. The room was the size of a gymnasium. The walls were covered in green pastures and white fluffy clouds in the shape of unicorns. Plastic playgrounds were everywhere. Kids were jumping from the red plastic slides onto the tatami mats and red carpets before covering themselves in sand in the large whale shape sand pit next to the door that lead to the swimming room. Michael saw Liz huddled next to a minutes tea party set. A girl with blonde hair, wearing a red summer dress asked if she wanted to play dolls. Liz rudely declined and caused the girl to cry and run into a group of other kids playing tag. Michael carefully made his way through the minefield of child chaos and planted himself next to Liz.

“Hey.” Michael took her right hand and patted it gently.
Liz grimly smiled as her glittery tears stained her high cheekbones. She no longer had gray eyes. They were back to brown by surround by red; Red from tears.
“If you were nine years old. And you were in this place. What would you be doing?” Liz quietly asked. Michael leaned against the wall and allowed Liz to curl up in his arms before answering.
“If I was nine. I’ll be by the sand pit, making a sand castle.”
Liz mumbled into his chest. “Really?”
“Yeah, of course. Afterwards I might play a game of hide and seek, cops and robbers. Make guns using two toilet rollers and duct tape.”
Liz softly laughed, but cried at that comment. “If I was nine. I think I’ll be reading a book,”
“But what kind of book does a nine year old like to read these days?” Michael asked.
“Harry Potter. Everyone wants to have powers.”
“I know what you mean,” Michael replied. “But now is not the time to get down in the dumps about something that has already happened. You made the right decision. Now, clean up. Akasha. You’re supposed to be some glorious female icon. Not moaning Mona.”
“Now who is exactly reading Harry Potter?” Liz giggled and wiped her face.
Michael pointed at the female toilets across the room, next to one of the plastic jungle gyms. “There are the female toilets. Clean up. We have five minutes.”
“Okay,” Liz kissed him on the forehead. “Thanks.”
Michael smiled. “Get going.”
Liz shook her head and buttoned up the black woolen jacket before walking across the room.

If Max was here that complicates matters by far. It took years for Liz to recover from that traumatic ordeal. Michael made up his mind. He was going to protect Liz and make sure she remains her usual self. And that means making sure Max doesn’t get within ten minutes of her. Max was a family member of the past. Liz was his family, his kin. And he would do anything to make sure Max doesn’t get near Liz.

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Chapter 6


“Liz,” Max whispered to the shaking Liz curled up in Maria’s bedroom.
“My parent’s are dead,” Liz whispered to herself. “I should’ve stopped it,” Her long brown hair was streaked with sweat. Still wearing the ash-stained teal uniform she snapped some of the buttons so she was able to cross her legs. Liz didn’t care anymore, she didn’t care that Max could see her brown underwear with white squiggles either.
Max sat down on Maria’s scrunched up blanket, wrapped his arms around her. Max gasped on how hot Liz’s skin was.
“You know…”Max began softly, his lips pressed against her forehead. “We haven’t spoken much since…. prom,”
Liz’s body hardened as the memories flooded through her. Her face was a sickly yellow that brought out the purple rings under her eyes. Her hair smelt like vomit as the medicine from the hospital still ran through her body. Shivering, Liz scrunched her stomach. Moaned.
“Max,’ at first it sounded as a strain whisper. But it escalated to a strangled scream. “MAX!”
Max’s amber eyes widened, his heart panged for her pain. Quickly, he fetched the bucket from the bed front and whipped it underneath Liz in time for her to vomit. In between retching Liz cried. All Max could do is hold tighter and whisper in encouragement. “The sooner it comes out the better. Keep breathing.”
“It hurts too much,” Liz whispered in pain. When he saw that she was finished he placed the half full bucket on the floor and was about to place his hands to relive the pain. Liz protested.
“I have to go back for check ups. It will look too suspicious,”
The woman that still haunted his dreams was rejecting Max. He nodded, feeling discontented- his way of showing love was through healing. As if Liz could tell what he was feeling she placed her pale left hand on Max’s shoulder. Showing the white oval bandage still on her skin where the Iv drip was hooked up. Liz picked up the conversation where she left off, before being sick. “I knew it was going to happen Max….”
Max’s brow scrunched in confusion. “What do you mean?”
A dark shadow swept over Liz’s face. “Nothing,” Liz whispered.
Max nodded. “ I let you get some sleep,”
Helping Liz into Maria’s bed he took one last look at her before closing the door. He knew that she was lying to him. He could tell by the sound of her voice. The way her soft lips had a ghost grim smile as she spoke. Even the air around them changed. Max thought that they were making progress; he could almost feel like that they were getting back together, as one in love. But ever since prom and the current turn of events Max didn’t want to face the facts. Despite of what his heart says his mind concluded that things between him and Liz could never be mended.



“Max?” Isabel said, causing Max to wake up from his reprieve. Isabel’s daughter happily twirled around in circles between her and Max. He was on the balcony, his eyes vacantly staring down at the night-lights of Las Vegas.
“Liz is here,” Max whispered half heartily. He chuckled eerily. “I never thought I…” Max dropped his shoulders.“…She was so scared.”
Isabel slid an arm around her brother’s waist and squeezed him gently. “Come inside. Maria only has a few minutes before she has to prepare for tonight.”
Maria had her hair straight and blonde with blue tips. A strange combination but it worked. Her pale green eyes were dancing in excitement. But when She saw Max enter the room Maria knew something was wrong. Horribly wrong!
“What’s up? Girlfriend?”
Isabel answered for him. “He’s tired from last night. Maybe he should try eating something. Jesse?”
“Yes?” Jesse answered as he waltzed down the stairs of their deluxe suite.
“Can you get the dinner menu from downstairs? Take Chloe with you”
“Sure thing.” He replied and scooped Chloe into his arms and closed the door behind him.
Max plunked himself onto the couch, next to Tess.
“So…………..”
There was an awkwardly silent awkward silence. Kyle was reading the T.V guide to pass the silence.
“Liz is here,” The revelation caused Maria to take a sharp intake of breath.
“Ohmigod,” Maria whispered. Max could tell by the way Maria was standing that the L word was a sad subject. Everyone knew about Michael and Liz escapade together. It was only Max and Maria that were still in the land of denial about their loved ones ending up together.
“Was her lover boy Michael there?” Tess said, striking more chords in Maria’s heart. Even though she was getting married.

“TESS!” Isabel seethed, her hands on her hips. The betrayal from Maria’s closet friend caused her pain. No one knew what happened between the trio when they were at Frazier woods. But whatever happened it caused Maria great pain. Still, no one knew what she found out. The entire group only could fathom up was that Michael and Liz were together.
“I didn’t see,” Max, said. “She’s changed. She has darker, shorter hair. I think. But she was so frightened when she saw me,”
“Who wouldn’t,” Kyle said. He sat next to opposite Tess and Max on the lounge suite. “Seeing you would remind her of the betrayal,”
Isabel was closing watching Max stance. “What is it Max?”
He slouched his broad shoulders. “ Despite of what she did to all of us I think we should warn them about the order of Anyakka,”

“WHAT?” Isabel fumed. Her head flushed with anger. Ever since Liz left with Michael it broke the group in two. But most of all not only did Liz break Max’s heart but she took away her brother’s innocence and best friend, Michael.

“And what do you mean about them exactly? You only saw Liz,” Tess said, scooting closer to her husband Maria sat next to Tess. Tess slid her arm around Maria’s shoulder in comfort, which Maria gladly accepted.
“And I can feel Michael,” Max chuckled half heartily. Kyle raised his eyebrows at Max’s strange calmness about this. But like Kyle he knew what he felt when Max took Liz away from him. It drove him to sheer insanity.
“We are connected,” referring to the royal four unit. “As king I can tell wherever you are. Whether it is faint of strong. Michael’s presence was very faint for the past seven years but all of a sudden it gotten stronger. When I saw Liz. So it means that Michael is also here.” Then, Max added. “And plus. Liz is not a Las Vegas person.”

Room 109. 19:00

“Why didn’t you let Max heal you Liz?” Michael was at the edge of Maria’s bed. Liz hid underneath the covers.
“I didn’t want him to see,”
“See what?”

“Feeling okay?” Michael asked, intently watching Liz sip of her Tabasco water. She smiled. “Peachy Keen,” She paced the water on the bedside table.
“That’s ma girl.” Michael laughed. “Yall!”
“You’re weird, you know that?”
They had changed from their incognito clothes. Liz changed her shoulder length hair back to the short jagged-knife raven hair and almond eyes. Michael donned a pair of jeans and light blue shirt with a short sleeved dark blue shirt over the top, with the first three buttons unbuttoned. His dark hair was back to looking like a miniature hedgehog.



“I’m the alpha male of weird.” Michael replied.
“ I think we should move our tattoo to the back of the pelvis bone.” Liz suggested.
“Or maybe on our left butt cheek,” She stuck the cherry cola chubba chup in her mouth and twirled the stick around using her tongue. Michael chuckled and tossed a Carmel popcorn in the air and caught it whole without chocking to death.
Michael shook his head. “ I think we leave it where it is,” Gently patting her left forearm. Liz pouted
“You’re no fun, Rath,” Liz said whilst licking her lollipop. She bounced off the bed and stood in front of the window, glancing at the Nevada desert. Michael chuckled, rolled over and realized that for the first time in two years he saw Liz wearing a pair of Levi jeans instead of her countless pairs of bum bearing skirts.
“What happened to glorifying da buttocks?”
Liz pondered for a moment before replying. “I just have to come to terms with the fact that my ass is getting bigger and hence can no longer can squeeze into tight places.” Liz didn’t mean for it to sound dirty but Michael scrunched up his face like a golf ball and laughed. He held his stomach, as it would help relieve him of the pain of laughing too hard.

Liz growled at him. “Not that Rath! It’s just my ass is no longer Kylie Mongue worthy…. It’s Roseanne worthy.” Twisting her hips to inspect her butt. Michael got up from the bed, untangling his legs from the twisted cotton sheets and stumbled over to Liz. She was leaning against one of the wooden style pillars that were apart of the deluxe four-poster beds.

“Let’s have a look,” Michael looped his hands over and unbuttoned her silver buttons and helped her legs that stood firm out of the jeans. Michael’s hands snaked upwards and gently rested on her soft round tush. Liz was wearing lacy red underwear. It was a g-string, as usual. So, His cold rings were flush up against Liz’s firm hard butt. It wasn’t what Liz thought.
“Didja think that maybe your hips are a tiny bit wider? Those skirts are for twelve years olds. Gee, suddenly child-molester and fashion designers mix well.”

“Rath.” Liz drawled. Grabbing his hands she used them to squeeze and rotated her fleshy skin around. “It’s flabby,”
Michael looked down at his own hands moving in an anti clockwise direction. He could feel his nails dig inside her soft skin. Anyone else would be getting off at this but not Michael. It would be too weird for them to get down and dirty. Besides, their relationship was purely platonic. They just had no barriers for privacy. Except for some loopholes but Michael didn’t want to go there right now. Liz seemed to be over the top about her own ass; more than usual. Something must be up. He had to reassure Liz that her ass was perfectly fine. However, Michael had to figure out how to do this without offending her ego or her weight or her ass?
“Gee…uh…I’m so sorry…” It was the bellboy with ginger ringlets at the doorway, his face turning a few shades red from embarrassment. Michael and Liz stood frozen, Michael hands still on her ass.
Zan chose that moment to enter the room. “ I go out for one minute and I missed the fore play. Luckily I came back in time,”
Liz smiled, normally Michael would let that comment slide but he didn’t. It was Liz’s smile that made him rile with jealously and madness. The smile Liz had on he recognized from a time when Liz used to look at Max when the ‘orb’ fiasco was going on.
This can’t be good, Michael thought.
“Well…Jason. Why don’t you stand by Patrick and we can get started,” Liz said, slightly laughing at the idea of it.
“I’ll just be going now,” The Bell boy slammed the door, forgetting his red police cap and Michael imagined he would be running franticly down the hallway.
“So, you do this often?” Zan asked. He was only wearing a pair of black cargos and a gray shirt, his budging muscles budged underneath the top with every breath he took.

“No, but I can’t see why not,” Liz replied, pulling up her jeans she changed her attire to tight hipster black leather pants and a Scottish kilt v-neck backless top. Behind Liz a silver chain connected by each side with a single small heart shape pendant acting as a buckle (connecting the two pieces together). Behind her neck there was a single chain connecting the front two pieces together. The color of the top was checked crimson red and royal blue. Michael knew that Zan was getting an erection by seeing a flash of Liz’s breasts when she turned to the side. And She knew this too. This knowledge irritated him. If they end up having sex make a mental note to not be there when it happens…

There was a sharp knock on the door. Liz quickly walked to the door. Her black boots softly making noises against the carpet. She opened the door and there was the Bellboy, Larek and an Asian woman in a silk Chinese dress and blue umbrella. The Bellboy quickly vanished with his hat and Larek closed the door.
“Good evening, Akasha. Sleep well?”
“If you can call it sleeping,” Liz replied.
“Oh,” Larek chuckled and led the Asian women to the two purple lounge suites next to the four-poster bed. The far right end of the room Zan was getting drinks and absently watching re runs of Looney toons on the tube.
“This is Pei, or you know as general Yen of the 51st battalion of the planet Ptah. He has the next assignment for you,” Larek said.

“What do you have for us?” Liz said. Michael joined her by the couch. Zan walked in with a whiskey bottle and two vodka curies and a bottle of Gin. He started placing them on the small coffee table before sitting on the other side of Liz.

“The duration for this assignment is two weeks, six hours and twenty seconds. If you fail this mission we will invade earth and no one will be left unscathed.” Yen stressed the word ‘unscathed’ by slurring the vowel ‘u’ and raising his voice at the word ‘scathed’.
“How much?” Liz replied.
That’s all she can say? Michael thought. The world was about to blow up and all she can say is ‘how much’?

“Three hundred Billion dollars, each, from the five planets.” Pei recited. “Plus ten million on top of the three hundred billion for doing this assignments in half the time given,”
“You haven’t told us the assignment yet?” Liz said, her aspen voice returning. Her dark eyes were full of greed of the prospect of money. Yen chuckled at her eagerness.
“You must kill Max and his allies or you and everyone on this planet will be killed,” Yen said.
At the exacted same moment Liz screamed, then fainted.

**
It had been ten minutes since Liz had been placed on the four-poster bed with a cold cloth resting on her feverish forehead. Michael had come with the excuse that the faint spell came from Liz and the prospect of large quantity of money she would get by completing this job.
Yen and Larek were sipping on their martinis when Michael asked.
“Two weeks isn’t enough, we need at least one more,”
“That will have to cost you,” Yen replied.
“Fine,” Michael gritted his teeth. “We will get one billion dollars, each from the five planets,”

“I was going to say three but what the hell, okay. As long as you do the job without drawing attention to yourselves,” Yen urged, he bit on his green saturated olive and smiled at the salty and yet bitter taste of it going down his throat.
“Akasha is special,” Zan said. “She can not be harmed in this operation,”
“What do you mean?” Michael said, turning over the purple cloth on Liz’s forehead. Gently he smoothed out the wrinkles on her forehead. Liz sighed in her sleep.

“When you were designed,” Yen drawled. “If the King was killed there was a back up system where the seal would go to the next in line. If Both Max and Zan were dead then you will get the seal and all the powers that go with it,”
“But I’m not. So Zan would get the seal when we…” Michael’s face went pale. He mentally kicked himself for being a coward and finished his sentence, “Kill Max, Zan will get the seal? What about Tess? Would Ava get the seal?”
“Who said about Tess being the Queen?” Larek said.
“You mean…” Michael turned to Liz. Her body slightly quivering, Michael placed the covers over small form.
“The King seal is heredity. The seal, or line of power is past on to the first-born child. But with the Queen… the person doesn’t choose to be Queen but the seal chooses the Queen. And the seal chose Akasha,” Yen said.

“So. What your saying is that when Max dies the seal will go to Zan and since Akasha is Queen….” Michael conclueded.

“Then Zan and Akasha will rule Antar as the people wanted. And Max doesn’t have any children to take up the power when we kill him.”
“The people?” Michael raised his eyebrows.
“Yes, the people of Antar,” Yen replied. “The people believe that the image of their fearless Leader is of Zan and the perfect Queen. Well, she must be strong, ready to protect the universe and as always putting others first and herself second,”
“Akasha,” Michael said. He turned to Zan. “So that’s what you meant about getting your own reward?”

There’s a loophole, Michael thought. It won’t work. He placed Liz’s hand in his and ordered. “We will need some time to think this through. Akasha and myself. I think I already know Zan’s answer.”
Yen nodded, the long strawberry blonde hair gave Michael the creeps. “You have tomorrow morning. If you accept, your staring time will be the following day.”
Michael kept his eyes on Liz’s still form. “Zan, escort Yen to the gamming room. I need to speak with Larek alone,”
“I don’t take orders from …” Zan barked.

“JUST DO IT!” Michael barked. “For the Queen’s sake,”
Zan mumbled an okay and walked out with Yen, The purple umbrella was been twirled between Zan’s hands and Larek closed the door softly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Michael asked. He got up from his sitting position on the Bed and pranced around with his arms crossed, intently brooding on the floor to keep his from using his powers.

“I had to be sure no one suspected me as one of Max’s allies.” Larek sat on the couch; his vacant blue eyes stared at the badge walls.

“Its no use now.” Michael said. “There’s a loophole in Yen’s plan.”
“What do you mean?” Larek said. “It’s full proof. Unless I get the others in the summit meeting to vote against killing Max I’m afraid that Max might die. And no one will be there to save him. Zan will be king and Akasha will bear his offspring that will be the next rulers of Antar.”

“Did you hear what I said?” Michael said. “This plan will not work at all,”
“Would you mind telling me what the loop is that will save Max?”
“Zan won’t be king,” Michael said to himself. “The plan won’t work,”
“Would you stop with the mind games?” Larker said. His British accent was thicker when he was mad. And he was; on the verge of exploding.
“It’s Connor,”
“Connor? The loophole is Connor”
“Yeah…” Michael said to himself. “Connor,”

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authors note: i love all the comments you have posted. i re-read them..... THANK YOU ALL!!!

okay...so...even though this part is small.....mainly becasue my english grammar wise is more F#%&ed up than before.....i was brief but answered peopls questions about Connor, and opening another problem in the mix.

So this is just info about Connor and more about the past

enjoy

From part 6

“What do you mean?” Larek said. “It’s full proof. Unless I get the others in the summit meeting to vote against killing Max I’m afraid that Max might die. And no one will be there to save him. Zan will be king and Akasha will bear his offspring that will be the next rulers of Antar.”
“Did you hear what I said?” Michael said. “This plan will not work at all,”
“Would you mind telling me what the loop is that will save Max?”
“Zan won’t be king,” Michael said to himself. “The plan won’t work,”
“Would you stop with the mind games?” Larker said. His British accent was thicker when he was mad. And he was; on the verge of exploding.
“It’s Connor,”
“Connor? The loophole is Connor”
“Yeah…” Michael said to himself. “Connor,”


PART 7

The name still dangled in the air. He could feel Larek’s blank stare on his face, as if he was trying to search for the answer.
“Do you remember when we came to you when Akasha was sick?”
“You mean when Liz’s body was changing into an alien?”
“I remember you saying that her human self couldn’t cope with her adaptations or mutations?”

“That too?” Larek agreed, glancing at her still form. “Was she pregnant?”
“After prom she and Max had it off and then a few weeks after that her parents died and that sickness happened. She said she didn’t know until she was at the hospital.
“You should have told me that she was pregnant when I operated on her.”
“It was only afterwards that I found out,”
“Well, not only this Connor is a loophole but in danger if anyone discovers him,”

“What do you mean?” Michael said. He sat gently on the soft blue blanket that covered Liz’s shivering form.
“When I operated on Liz I not only turned her into a hybrid but I needed some power for it to hold,”
“Hold?”
“Well, she was a born human and did not have a gene flaw. So I inserted the granolith crystal inside her,”
“You what?”
“The granolith crystal was a rare diamond from Antar. When melted it is the perfect formula when mixed with gandarium. It was the glue for her alien and human DNA to hold.”
“So the granolith?”
“Is in her blood. She can control the granolith and is very powerful herself. Possibly even more. So, if you are saying that she was pregnant when I operated on her then….”
“What?”

Larek held Liz’s limp left hand. It was cold to touch and damp from sweat. “You have seen what destruction that has flown from her hands. Just imagine how much damage her son is capable of. With her, she was able to do things at a faster rate as you guys. With Connor, he would have more power than his mother at age two. If Connor is the Heir… then he is more powerful than the Queen ten fold. Since he can also control the granolith I believe that if Ptah found out Connor will be killed on the spot. No one wants Max to have a dangerous and powerful son.”
“So, you are saying that Akasha. The most powerful and feared woman has a son who could do all the things we can do at two?”
Larek nodded. “Where is he now?”
Michael smiled weakly. “I guess we have another problem as well.”
“What do you mean?”
“Liz put him up for adoption one month after he was born. So, we don’t know.”



***


OKay... so why is Liz still out cold.....Well, i don't really know but i thought it might be best if liz was not present when Micahel explained about Connor

Now, Connor, a nine year old kid who is more powerful than his mother....and they have no idea where he is......

so, we still don"t know if they will take the job? well...you'll soon find out in the next part..


and may i remind you that i have my dreamer card right in my hand...but that dosen"t mean i can have a little fun with Zan..

Zan's here to spice things up, unearth the frozen past......

Rachel

hoped my part lived up to your expectations.....sigh

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from part 7

“So, you are saying that Akasha. The most powerful and feared woman has a son who could do all the things we can do at two?”
Larek nodded. “Where is he now?”
Michael smiled weakly. “I guess we have another problem as well.”
“What do you mean?”
“Liz put him up for adoption one month after he was born. So, we don’t know.”


Part 8


Larek looked down at Liz’s still form, almost an hour had past and still she doesn’t stir.
“I’ll make arrangements to track down Liz’s child. Regardless of Akasha’s good intentions we must make sure that he is protected. After all, he is the nation’s next leader.”

Michael nodded. “Keep me posted. Don’t do anything stupid.” Staring down at his sister by friendship. “Whatever you do. Do not tell Max. We have put in a lot of effort to not be disturbed.” he glanced up at Larek. “Our request must be obeyed”
“It shall,” Larek replied. He left the room without much noise. However the sound of the door being closed jolted Liz awake.
“Rath,” Liz groggily muttered, her head up against her forehead, her fingers flickering away the small clusters of sleep form her eyes.
“I’m here,” Michael replied. “Zan has escorted Ptah downstairs. Larek was just here. Akasha.” Michael breathed down at Liz. She was struggling to get up but settle to rest her back against the bed stand. “Larek knows about Connor,”

Whatever sleeping spell she was under was broken as soon as the word escaped his lips. Liz struck her forefinger against Michael’s lips.
“What!” Liz rasped.
“I had to tell him Akasha,” Michael confessed. “This whole Ptah job is bogus. As soon Max is dead Zan won’t be heir to the throne. It will be Connor. Connor is Max’s son. If Ptah finds out Connor is dead. Connor’s chance of life will be cut shot. Okay?”
Liz turned to Michael. “Whose says I didn’t want Max to die?”
“What?” Michael said. His voice was low and soft.
Liz fluffed up the quilt sheets. “Max is so full of himself. He is a selfish little boy.”

“Yeah. But who was the fuel to Max’s selfishness?” Michael retorted.
“He didn’t even feel his son,” Liz grumbled.
“I heard that,” Michael said. “It was you who blocked him. Yes, Max is a prick. But that isn’t enough reason for him to die.”
“Is this Rath talking or Michael?” It was the first time he heard Liz call him by his real name. She was clenching her jaw. “We are professional killers. The best. We just have to detach ourselves from the problem.”
Michael got up from the bed and walked to the large window; the entrance to the balcony. The dark magenta curtains we flapping against his body which was turned to face the wall “What are you really saying, Akasha.”

Michael could feel Liz smiling as she leapt from the bed and scattered like a beetle to Michael’s side. He sighed and faced Liz, whose face was flushed from sleep and the heat from outside. “Rath,” She placed her hands on his broad shoulders. They were rigid and frozen just a soldier’s shoulders should be. “I am the goddess of Death but also a mother. And I will do everything in my power so that my son can have a normal life.”
“But he isn’t normal, Akasha,”
Liz rolled her eyes. “I guess you don’t know me that well Rath. We are taking this deal. Like it or not.”
“But why?” Michael slid Liz’s arms form his shoulders.
“When I fainted. It wasn’t because of the knowledge that I was going to Kill Max. I already knew that.” Liz smiled devilishly like a spoiled brat. She leant on the wooden spiral column of the four-poster bed. “I had a vision. I know what’s at stake. So, what a few little lives going to cost Rath? Um.” Liz pretended to take her time pondering. Then she chuckled.
“ The whole fuckin world. So don’t tell me that I have no right to feel cold hearted. I have sacrificed a lot in this battle that wasn’t mine to begin with.” Her eyes were balls of molten fire.
Michael sighed in defeat. “ Okay. We tell Ptah in the morning,”

**
January 2, 2009

Las Vegas 6am

Michael, Liz and Zan met Ptah early in the morning, before the sun had risen.
Ptah smiled and handed over a yellow folder, containing the details of the assignment.
“As leader of the order,” Akasha said. “We accept you mission,”
Ptah smiled. “Agreed. You have twenty-four hours to organize yourselves. You time starts at 6am, tomorrow morning,”

**
Jan 2, 2009

L.A

The illusion of heat rays from the sun filtered through the tall cowering trees surrounded the park. Mr and Mrs. Anderson were having a get together in the park before their son’s baseball practice. Kids were playing hopscotch and hide and seek. A group of boys were paying tag around the wooden playground that was beyond age and repair. Hamburgers were cooking and parents were finding their cocktail drinks to be constantly half full. There was one child, however who was not participating. Instead the nine-year-old boy was crouched over the wooden bench with Doctor Miles, who had placed white cards on the table with the pictures facing the ground. The dark outline of a rattlesnake was entwined with the red number 8 and the name ‘Connor’ etched in black bold letters.

The revelation of knowing what was behind the white cards didn’t scare him. It was the question on how he knew scared him. He had a mother and a father, but Connor Michael Anderson felt alone in this world. Another pit rolled in his stomach as he shoveled morsel after morsel of his mother’s pasta bake into his mouth. It tasted nothing. He could smell the overcooked cheese and the little specks of chili peppers. He could see the brown swirls of charcoaled pastas logs stabbed into a sea of cheese. But nothing. He felt like he was in a movie, he was watching everything go in motion from the outside but couldn’t connect with it. Next to him was some special doctor form Boston University for the gifted.

Gifted, Connor thought to himself. He wasn’t gifted. He was just someone else’s project. Again. Connor didn’t know how he knew this. But he did. He was different from everyone. No one predicted that Ms Rosemary, their Latin teacher was going to have a car crash. No one had nightmares about tall blondes murdering dark haired men.
Connor flicked a dark brown curl from his amber eyes. He was going to be late for baseball practice if he didn’t participate in the doctors “game” of guessing what’s behind those white cards.

Sliding on his gray sweater jumper Connor scribbled down the letters that were behind the cards and tossed them to the Doctor.
“There you go. I haveta go now,” Connor slid off the bench and sprinted after his friends who were following Coach Riley to the Baseball field.
Why did we have to play ball even when its winter, Connor thought. Luckily he only had one more game before going with his mother to the Gilmore high ski trip. He felt something drop from his pocket. He halted and his friends, an African American and English boy stood next to him.

“Connor, Coach Riley will be mad if we are late,” Gunn whispered, his dark Afro curls blew against the cold wind that picked up in the park.
“Yeah,” Evan whispered, his brown hair bangs fell over his green eyes.
Connor remained motionless. There on the ground was the orb necklace. He didn’t know how he knew the name but the bit of chipped metal was the only fragment from his birth mother. He crouched down and his breathing quickened as coldness in his heart washed over him. He picked up the necklace and his feelings of love washed over him. The feelings weren’t his but his real mothers. He placed the necklace around his neck and him and his friends gingerly walked across the park.
I have parents, I have friends and my baseball, I have everything in the world, Connor thought sadly. But all I want is to place my arms around the woman whose feelings I feel through the necklace, Feelings of pain, confusion, sadness, and love. I want my real mother.



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OKay I reackon the part sucked. but i thought i will include connor and his feelings, and since he is very powerful he understands things more than any other nine year old....

can canyone sense the conncetion between connor, his real father Max, tess, kyle and Ms anderson? connor's foster mother?

well, as for another part i am hoping soon, but i reakon this wasn't a good part. so i am very sorry to disapoint you....

rachel

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A/N- sorry this took so long. I just wrote this ealier. So I am sorry about the bad spelling and grammar.


Part 9

Rath just didn’t understand, Liz thought, as Zan, Michael and herself drove to the airport in a stolen black Mercedes. They needed to kill the royal four. What she saw in that vision was another version of the End of the World. And it will happen in three weeks time unless she puts a stop to it.

Looking at the classifieds Liz laughed to herself. What ever happened to lying low, she thought, as she looked upon the announcement of Max and Tess’s marriage in big red letters that covered one square of the whole page. The only thought Liz could think of was that Max Evans was a Greek God. Tess couldn’t contain the satisfaction of claming such a prize she had to show off.
That’s why I am going to have so much fun, killing her, Liz thought.
Another reason Tess might have done what she did because they thought they killed of their enemies. Such fools. It was Liz all along. It was her that killed off anyone that went near them. Now, Liz couldn’t understand why she did it. After all, she only found out a few months ago that Tess was responsible for Alex’s death. That’s probably why. She wanted to take revenge on Tess but maybe; just maybe a fraction of her was her old human self that cared for their survival. In some sick, twisted way.

It was quite a funny story how she found out that Tess killed Alex. She and Michael were doing a job in Prussia when she caught up with one of Kevar’s men. They were going to offer her a job, just her. Kevar has been obsessed with her ever since Liz went onto the dark side. She was a fucking war goddess. Kevar liked that in a woman, but Liz would never go with Kevar. Only if it were important to her survival in this world that she would fuck Kevar. Liz didn’t understand how could she have ever been that flake girl back in Roswell. Being evil and dangerous was wild and a major turn on. To cut a long story short when Kevar was in one of his drunken spiel after they had lunch Kevar confessed that Tess killed Alex because she wanted to be Queen and have Max while Kevar wanted Liz. Apparently Kevar said he had been watching her for a very long time and was so relieved that she had come to her senses and her true self. Liz couldn’t agree more. She was in charge, powerful and independent on her self. So, now they were close friends with the chance of being more, if Liz wanted to scratch an itch he would scratch it.

Liz didn’t tell Michael about Tess being responsible for Alex’s death. She didn’t want him to warn the others. Apart of her didn’t want to lose Michael but another part of her wanted them to be blind sheep and suffer in hell.
Turning to look at Zan she smiled to herself as she eyed over him. It was tempting to have a nookie but Liz was strictly conventional and professional about her missions. She needed to focus; her son might be in danger.

Looking over at Michael he was staring out the window and Zan was focused on the road. Liz turned on some music so no one would notice her pull out a small newspaper clipping and a small photo that was crumbled and worn from wear.
She looked down at her seventeen year old self holding a small baby boy in a wrapped blue blanket with Michael, staring wide eyed at Liz and Max’s child. Her son, the innocent dark eyes and smile were so much like his father.

It was a hard decision to give her son up for adoption. But Liz believed when the transition from human to alien occurred, she felt she would be in danger of her son’s life. She wasn’t equipped to protect him. Being on the run wasn’t a life for her son, Connor. So, she did the only thing she could do. She placed Connor in an adoption agency so he could have a normal life. Something neither Liz nor Max ever had. And now that dream of giving hope to her son is crumbling. Casting her eyes down at her now, nine-year old son, his amber eyes beaming in the photo. Her son saved an injured dog from a house fire a few weeks ago. Liz eyes filled with tears. He was so much like his father.
Placing the photo back in her pocket she vacantly wiped her eyes. If it meant that her son’s chance of survival was to kill his father then she would do it. If only her heart that was still human could believe what she was about to do was right.


Part 10

“We missed our plane by ten minutes,” Liz fumed, her eyes like burning balls of fire. She jabbed her finger at Zan, “If we didn’t stop at that gas station we could have been on that flight by now,” crossing her arms, she pouted at Michael for comfort but found none.
Fine, she thought, plunking herself down on the empty seat. What could they do? The next flight wasn’t until tomorrow afternoon at three thirty. Her hands were sprawled on the table covered in pamphlets.
“I’m surrounded by idiots, “ Liz muttered to herself.
“I know how you feel,” A man whispered next to her.
Liz flinched at his hot breath tickled her neck; she turned in annoyance and glared at the man in his late twenties. He was the same height as Max, maybe an inch taller than Michael with black hair and ice blue eyes. He wore a black button down shirt and loose black leather pants. She was about to use her powers on him when she felt something familiar about him. He had an aura of great dark power around him. But when he smiled that cheeky grin that could melt most teenagers’ hearts she knew straight away who he was, and smiled. “Come to whisk me away Kevar?”
Kevar sniggered and slid his arm around her. “I wish. But sadly I’m more on… professional business.”
Liz pouted, bit her lower lip and arched her eyebrows. “I guess we can always play around later…”
Kevar nodded. “True, But first. I should let you know of my plan to keep the throne of Antar. With your help we can rule the world, and maybe the universes,”
Liz smiled slowly. “Nice choice of words. You need my help in order to rule this pathetic planet and maybe, maybe you can rule other pathetic planets too.”
“I love you,” Kevar said and chuckled to himself. “You never cease to bore me,”
“And you never cease to repulse me,” Liz remarked. “If you can enlighten me on your project quickly. I need to find a hotel to crash tonight,” She pointed over to where Zan and Michael were bickering. “Mr. cone head and hustler made me miss my ride.”
“Oh, touché.” Kevar said. He pulled out a small piece of wrinkled paper and handed it to Liz. “Akasha, How about we go to this concert at this hotel and discuss my ‘plan’ over dinner?”
She glanced at the paper gingerly. She didn’t feel like going anywhere with Kevar. Sure, he showers her with gifts and for a while its great. But its not real devotion. Their relationship was more like Angelus and Darla. When the first sign of trouble rears its head they both bolt and they have no feelings. Liz smiled to herself. She couldn’t remember what it was like to feel human until Max saw her and brought up issues of her son that doesn’t know her and will never know her.
Its Maria’s band, Liz almost burst out with laughter. This was the perfect cheer me up device, and revenge on Michael for missing her flight to Los Angelus.
Kills two birds with one stone, Liz smiled. And she knew that Zan and Kevar would help. Hell, she had both of them around her tiny little finger!
“Okay, Kevar. “ Liz turned around. Her voice came out low and husky, like she smoked a ton of cigarettes. “My comrades and I will join you for dinner. And, of course to enjoy the show,”
This is going to be fun, Liz thought. Tonight, I am going to bury my human self once and for all and make sure my feelings for Max or for anyone interfere with my missions ever again.