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Book 1: Section 8: Chapter 3: Part 1 of 1

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath More?
Chapter 3: What is going on?
~Two heads are better than one~

“He’ll be standin’ by me. Just another half of. The two headed freak. But I need him like. My heart needs to beat.” “Me & My Friends” by Red Hot Chili Peppers

“I want to know what that was all about between Michael and Max?” asked Philip, he was very worried about his son’s apparent psychotic behavior.

“That was not Max entirely, that was also Zan,” said Isabel as she tried to get comfortable in the old mine. Everyone gathered around; the parents were quite concerned after the displayed they just witness.

“I do not understand, honey,” said Diane, placing a comforting hand on Isabel’s shoulder.

“Our former lives have been coming out more and more lately. We cannot stop the feelings or the memories from returning,” explained Isabel.

“Was that what Zan really was like?” asked Philip.

“No, well yes sometimes, I think.” Isabel rubbed her neck. “I still do not remember everything Dad, just incidents, and yes Zan could be very cold and heartless especially to Rath, I mean Michael.”

“What happened with Michael?” Jim pushed the envelope, “His ribs. Did Max do that?”

Kyle glanced at his father, before putting his head down, “No, Michael was tied up, raped and beaten almost to death.” The silence was deafening as the parents one by one reacted to the rape either verbally or non. Loud gasp escaped from Dian and Nancy throat as they placed their hands over their mouths.

“What? Kyle why?” demanded Amy even in her opinion Michael did not deserve that.

“Someone attacked him in the apartment; we don’t know who it was.” Kyle then pointed to Maria, Isabel and himself, “We three found him.”

“It was horrible mom,” interjected Maria. “There was so much blood, and he was…” Maria started to cry as he saw Michael tied up again. Amy came up and hugged her daughter, so could not begin to understand what a traumatic experience it was for her daughter to walk into.

“Why did not Max heal him?” asked Jim.

“Isabel and Maria kept all us males away from Michael afraid we may upset him, I tried to help but he panic when he saw it was me...”

Kyle was interrupted by Isabel, “No he panicked because you were a male and a male did that to him.” Isabel continued the story, “I healed the superficial cuts and marks, figuring Max could heal the bruises and torn muscles the next morning when Michael was calmer.” Isabel wasn’t about ready to give more details than she figured the parents could handle. “Something happened between the two and Michael left, he must have headed straight here.”

“He was coming home, looking for someone to help him,” Diane noted sadly. “We are al that poor kid has to turn to.”

“So why didn’t Michael stay with you and Maria? There is more that you are not telling us,” interrogated Philip turning on his lawyer charm.

“We have been having problems, Max, Michael and me, for about a year now.” Isabel slowly began. “Our former selves are taking over, memories are surfacing.” Isabel took a deep breath this was going to be hard. “Things came to a head in the last few months, things we could not help, feeling we cannot help, memories vivid and alive.”

“What happened, Isabel? No matter what we will still be here for you,” soothed Philip. In the last couple of years, he had learned that he needed to accept his children’s decision, but that he did not have to agree with them.

“It was because of Michael, Isabel and me,” Maria let the bomb drop. “Michael’s been remembering who Rath was and began acting more like Rath, especially in his feelings for Vilandra.” Maria pointed at Isabel. “Michael was fighting Rath; kind of like having a spilt personality not knowing what the other side is doing all the time. Rath would sneak out, awaking Vilandra and the two of them would disappear for a while. Michael slowly realized what Rath was up to but it was too late, as he and Rath are becoming one. Michael has taken on Rath’s desires, mannerisms and wants and vice versa, I guess.”

“Talk about being two faced,” Kyle smarted off.

Isabel finished for Maria, “Rath is back and wanted Vilandra, because he is merging with Michael, that he could no longer deny his feeling for me as well.”

“I found out about Michael and Isabel, I was so angry that I threw him out of our room and told him I wanted a divorce.” Maria knew with that statement the shit was about ready to hit the fan as he braced for her mother.

“What? You are married?” You could hear Amy screaming back in Roswell. “When? Where? Why? Are you pregnant?” Amy was shaking her head in disbelief. “I need a stiff drink.” She wrung her hands together, “I will kick his alien butt back to Antar myself.”

Maria sighed, opened her purse and got out her cedar oil. Taking a few big whiffs she finally answered, “Yes married. Three months ago in Reno. Because I love him. No I am not pregnant. And no you will not kick his alien butt back to Antar, it is mine to kick.” Maria looked at Isabel, “Half mine?”

Isabel stifled a laugh and nodded. She then opened her mouth to speak but stopped for a second, trying to find just the right words. When none came she said it like it was. “Vilandra is very jealous, cold hearted, evil and let’s face it, a bitch.” Isabel felt Vilandra side making her way out and stopped her personality from totally taking over. “Vilandra, no I, was angry with him, that he dared to take another wife with my permission. I am married to TellymonRath, we have children, and now he did this. I was so angry at him for not asking me.”

Isabel’s eye turned black as her voiced changed slightly, “I am to be Queen of Kandahar, I was destined to be Queen of Antar.” Isabel started pacing as she slowly won back control. “Vilandra would make Rath pay for his deceit and I did. But then after I calmed down and started to think right, I knew the only way to solve the problem was to talk it out.” Isabel started rubbing her temples, her eyes returning to normal. “That is what Maria and I were planning to do when we walked into the apartment and found Michael.” Isabel sighed, “I don’t know how much is me anymore and how much is Vilandra. I feel the two sliding into one slowly.”

Diane came over and hugged her daughter. “You will always be my Isabel no matter what happens?” Diane gave her a kiss on the cheek and held her tight.

‘When did this problem come out asked Philip trying to figure out a time line.

“I found out about those two almost a month now.” Maria noted.

Liz interrupted, “From there on things only got worse. I sided with Maria and blamed Isabel for their breakup accusing her causing the affair with Michael. Max sided with Isabel, that led Max and I to separate.” Turing to Isabel, “Isabel I am so sorry I said all those tings. I had no right.”

“That is okay Liz,” Isabel came forward and gave her a hug. “We were all acting pretty irrational there for a time. I said some horrible things also about you and Max, just to hurt your feelings. I am so sorry. ” Liz smiled and hugged her back.

“I blamed Michael because he cannot control his damn alien hormones. I really like Isabel a lot and I guess I was more than jealous when he show attention to her and she reciprocated.” Kyle kicked the floor, his eyes cast down as he admitted his part in the whole affair.

“Maria and I did not help the situation; we fought with each other and with Michael yelling, calling each other names, saying terrible lies.” Isabel regretted each hateful word. “At night we both cried ourselves to sleep. That just infuriated Max and Kyle even more “

“I did my part when I order Michael out of the apartment and made him sleep in the van. Kyle and I both insisted that Max send him away for good. I cannot believe that I acted so childish and fed into this whole us against him scenario. It was so wrong, I see that now.” Liz had tears in her eyes. “Max and Michael started fighting terribly. Max accused Michael of hurting both Isabel and Maria; he even accused him of betraying him on Antar. They came to blows several times over the last few weeks. Then all of the sudden Michael stopped fighting. He just took Max’s blows and yelling and walked away.” Liz’s voice became very soft at the end. “Something happened to Michael, I knew it but I was too filled with anger and hatred to see it.”

The parents were silent as their children unloaded their burdens. How could their children commit these outrageous acts? It was obvious there was much that needed done.

“Is that why Michael is working so much?” Jim asked.

“Yeah he wanted to stay away from us,” said Kyle. “Can’t blame the guy. We were all pretty mean to him.”

“What about you Maria, do you still love Michael?” Amy asked knowing what the answer was going to be. It was in the cards that Madam Vivienne had shown them.

“I still love Michael, it is not his fault their elders had them reborn here on earth and left them in hands of traitors. If they had known from the beginning who they were, Michael and I would have never met.”

Isabel interrupted, “Maybe it was destined for you to meet, it is because of you Maria that Michael found his human side. Rath is like Zan bitter cold, heartless when he wants to be. Maybe this Rath will be more balanced, more loving.”

“And you Isabel,” Philip questioned, “are you in love with this Rath.”

Isabel thought a moment; “I am in love with Rath and Michael. Vilandra had a great love and devotion for Rath. I know that. I feel that love. I cannot forget a lifetime. We have kids together; we had a life, a wonderful. I cannot forget. That love has transcended over to Michael because he is TellymonRath.” Isabel shook her head, “Sounds like some Italian B horror movie, the woman who loved the two head man. Which side will she end up with?” Everyone broke out in a nervous laughter.

“What are the two of you going to do?” Diane was having trouble accepting this strange arrangement her daughter was in. Plural marriages were just unacceptable.

“I do not know. Maria and I need to talk to Michael and settle this between us without anymore-outside interference. I know everyone is concerned but Maria and I need to make the decision and then everyone has to respect it.” Isabel’s answer was very logical.

“What about you and Max?” Nancy directed the question to Liz, “Are you still separated?”

“No, Max and I finally made up. Isabel helped in that. She told Max she loved him as her brother but she loved Michael as her husband and that was not going to change. Max had to accept that.” Liz stopped for a second, “After that Max and I had a long talk. We decided to stay out of it and work on our marriage. I think we are over the worst of it.” Liz went over and hooked arms with Maria, “Maria here helped a lot when she told me to butt my big nose out of her and Michael’s business.” Liz laughed

“Liz is my dearest friend always and I love her but I need her to understand and accept my decision.” Maria hugged Liz. “On the way here Isabel and I came to an understanding that we are going to work together to solve this problem.” Maria held out her hand to Isabel who took it. “Maybe we all grew up a little.”

“I guess I need to grow up a little also. I still like Isabel a lot, but she has feelings only as a friend and I do not want to lose that.” Kyle smile at Isabel and sighed.

“What about Max?” asked Jeff.

“Yes what about me?” Max said coming from out of the shadows. “Having a nice conversation my sister?”

“I was hoping more of Max would return and not you Zan.” Isabel looked at her brother as her eyes changed to black

“Why my dear sister? Max is weak, I am strong.”

“No you Zan can be cruel and evil, Max is kind and considerate.”

“Be careful of what you say to me Vilandra or I will…” Max stepped close to Isabel raising his hand slightly.

“You will what, Zan?” Michael was in the doorway. “Finish what were you going to say.” Michael’s eyes had turned silver in color as he came between Isabel and Max. “I told you before never to touch Vilandra, I meant it.” Michael defied Max to say or do something.

“Well Rath, welcome back.” Max smiled and walked backward, he sensed that now was not the time to challenge Rath or he would lose.

The parents were looking at each other; the three aliens were flipping in and out of personalities as if this was commonplace. “Spooky isn’t it?” Kyle remarked after seeing the expressions on their faces from Isabel’s two-faced one-man show to the entrance of the Royal Antarians. “You should see when all three are going at the same time, or should I say all six. Who needs to go to a Sci-fi flick when we can watch the real thing everyday?” Maria shot him a dirty look.

“So what is this new event that needs taking care of Jim?” Max eyes had changed back to normal.

Isabel remained behind Michael, her hand on his shoulder. Diane remembered what her daughter had said Michael was her protector always had been. There he stood, defying Max to keep Isabel safe.

“Like flipping channels isn’t it?” Kyle remarked to his father quietly.

Max circled the group. “Well what is it?” Michael never let his eyes off Max, in case Zan felt like making a return appearance.

Jim was completely floored by this flipping of personalities, one second Max, the next Zan. He definitely did not like Zan, he seem more of a loose cannon. “The sheriff has Michael Guerin locked up in jail,” he said flatly.

“What? Michael is right here. How can he be in jail?”

Michael looked over at Max, “Rath.”

“Oh great your duplicate is causing trouble.”

“No, this Michael imposter has been arrested for killing Hank. The sheriff found his body recently.” Jim interjected.

“They just assume I had something to do with it since the body has fused ribs, like Pierce.” Michael’s eyes returned to normal as he uncrossed his arms and relaxed his stance, continuing to keep Max under surveillance. Both Jim and Philip noted the interaction between the two, friendly yet cautious.

Max looked at Michael, “Nasedo?”

“I would say so, or another protector that we are not aware of.”

“We need to go and see Rath and get you off the hook again.”

“Again? Just like you to always accuse me of causing trouble.” Michael shook his head disgusted that he always blamed for everything.

Isabel came out from behind Michael feeling more confident, “Max do you have to fight right now? Can’t you just this once be the old Max and help to solve the problem?”

“Since when have I not been the old Max?”

“For a long time,” whispered Liz.

Book 1: Section 8: Chapter 4: Part 1 of 4

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath More?
Chapter 4: The Betrayal of Rath
~ Hollow revealed ~

Timeline: Tuesday Afternoon

“One man come in the name of love. One man come and go. One man come he to justify.One man to overthrow”"Pride (In the Name of Love)" by U2


Michael chose to ride with Jim to the jail, while Max went with his father. Jim looked at Michael trying to find the words to make the matter tolerable between him and Max. “Guess you have had some bad times lately.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“I am sorry that happened you.”

“That’s okay I deserved it.”

“Why?”

“Because,” he shrugged.

“But still the guy had no right.”

“Shit happens; you lean to deal with it.”

“Have you learned to deal with it Michael?”

Michael looked up questioningly at Jim.

“You are different Michael since coming back, not the same fire, deal with me Michael Guerin. Physically you are the same but inside you are gone, hollow.”

Michael looked away, Jim was right he was hollow inside; he had no more life left in him. They were nearing the jail, Michael pulled on a ski mask and transformed his appearance into that of a 30-somethng clean cut lawyer type that he remember seeing at Jesse’s bachelor party.

Book 1: Section 8: Chapter 4: Part 2 of 4

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath More?
Chapter 4: The Betrayal of Rath
~ Hidden Masks ~

Timeline: Tuesday Afternoon

“Can you find it in your heart to forgive me. I was thoughtless heaven knows I acted badly. But the love I once gave to you so gladly. Can you find it in your heart” “Can You Find It In Your Heart” by Tony Bennett

Philip did not know what to say to his son, his actions were completely baffling to him. Max had defied him yes, before in Utah, but never did he see that kind of intense anger or hatred especially to Isabel and Michael.

“Max. We need to talk about earlier today.” Philip began, “You were not yourself.”

Max scoffed.

“Maybe I can help you my son. But I need for you to talk.”

“Talk. You want me to talk.” Max turned in his seat looking at his father. “Okay. How about what about me being some evil alien King waiting for an army to come and execute me. How about my sister and Michael having an affair. Or how about how tired I am being the one responsible for everyone.” Max sighed and rubbed his face.

“Things have been rough lately, right? I had a feeling that something had happened.”

“Parental intuition?”

“No, Michael’s actions gave it away.”

“Michael, figures.” Max snorted, “What? Did he tell you how I hurt him.”

“No, he has been very quiet, in fact too quiet, has not said anything bad about you; it was just that he is too pale, stressed, and different. He is not the same tough kid; it is as if he has no will to live.” Philip glanced at Max to see his reaction. “I saw Michael crying, more than once, He was shaking with tears, especially after his talk with Antar.” Philip saw his son’s face soften. “Did you know his ribs are hurt badly?” Max winced at that, he was beginning to feel guilty. “What happened between you and Michael? You were best friends.”

“What happened? He wants my throne, always has.” Max said the first thing that popped into his head.

“Michael?”

“No Rath. Yes Michael. I don’t know anymore.” Max sighed heavily. “I am losing it. One minute I feel like Max and the next bam. I am some evil alien trying to hurt Isabel or beating the crap out of my best friend.”

“Max is there anything we can do to help you?”

“I don’t know. I am hoping when we get our memories back I can find out why I am so mad at Isabel and Michael. What happened to us?” Max looked at his father with so much regret in his eyes. “What is happing to us now?”

“Max you have to have patience. Michael is suffering like you. Both of you are having these past life interferences, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s solve this problem first and then tackle your memories. I am sure you were good friends on Antar. Why else would they send you both here if you were enemies?”

“You are right Dad, I need to get and keep in control.” The courthouse was just yards away. “Guess it s time for me to change into a typical boring lawyer,” Max put on the ski mask and then realized what he had said. “Oh sorry Dad, you really are not boring”

“That’s okay Max. I thought your grandfather was boring and uncool once also,” laughed Philip. They got out of the car and walked into the building.

“Hi Jesse.”

“Phillip.”

“Are you prosecuting this case, Jesse?”

“Yes, are you defending?”

“Well sort of. You will see”

Max pulled his father off to the side. “Dad what is Jesse doing here? I thought he moved to Boston.”

“He did but came back a month ago. His is an assistant DA. I heard he has plans to run for political office within the Latin community. He is using this job as a jump off platform.”

Just then, Jim walked in with a person Max sensed was Michael.

Philip walked over to Sheriff Hanson, “Sheriff we need to talk to the prisoner.”

“Okay Mr. Evans. I will arrange a private meeting between you and your client.”

“Thanks sheriff, but I need a meeting with you there as well as Jesse and Jim.”

“Already have a deal huh. Okay,” replied Hanson

Book 1: Section 8: Chapter 4: Part 3 of 4

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath More?
Chapter 4: The Betrayal of Rath
~ So We Meet Again ~

Timeline: Tuesday Afternoon

….musical interlude … “ Anakin's Betrayal” by John Williams (from Revenge of the Sith)

They walked into a large room with a mirror on one side and a camera up above the doorway. Max looked around deciding what needed taken care of first. Rath was sitting there looking like a punk poster boy with piercings and all.

“Figures that he would end up like this. They will fry his ass this time, the punk deserves it for what he did to me,” whispered Jesse aloud.

Michael turned and glared at Jesse; he would take care of him later.

‘Strange person,’ Jesse thought as he gave the lawyer a small smile.

“Michael got some people here to see you.” Sheriff Hanson addressed Rath who examined the men, not recognizing anyone right away. He shrugged his shoulders, trying to recall who these people were. Two of them looked familiar, the other two felt familiar. “Yo Mayberry dude. Max’s fadduh right! Who da rest?”

Max quickly blackened the glass while Michael disabled the camera and soundproofed the room sealing the door so no one would be able to hear Rath scream. No one except Rath even noticed what Max and Michael had done.

“Wat da fuk, yo bro it’s me Rath.” Rath was sure that these were skins sent by Nicholas. “Wat took Nicholas so long?” Rath stood up ready to leave. “Get me fuk otta here. Moo bitch.”

“No,” said Max.

“Yah flexing on me?” Rath sneered at the skins before him; this was going to be chicken feed. “Wanna take me on?”

Before Rath could react, Michael let out a force field that slammed Rath up against the back wall, without using his hands. “I’ve got no tolerance, you sure you want go there?”

“Nicholas did send yah, didn’t he?” Rath had a sickening feeling.

“Try again.” Michael growled as he removed his mask, shaking out his hair.

“Yo gotta be fukng kiddin me. Michael dude! How does yah?” Rath was sucking up in the most obvious way.

Hanson jaw dropped to the floor. Jim looked over, “I told you he was not Michael.”

“What the hell?” spitted out Jesse.

Michael turned towards Jesse, his eyes full of pure hate, the walls and floor started to rumble. “I will take care of you later.” Jesse backed up; he knew what Michael was capable of.

Max pulled off his mask. “Michael! Stop before the building comes down on us.” The shaking subsided as Michael turned back to Rath.

“Well if it isn’t da King himself.” Rath mocked.

“Where are Lonnie and Ava?” asked Max.

“Found dat Lonnie bitch, popping her cookies wif grease dude. Kilt her and her bitch-boy in my bed a few days ago. Stupid human never knew what was coming. Ava disappeared, never came back to da big apple.” Rath struggled trying to remove himself from the force. “Wat da fuck are yah doing rozy? Let me go.”

“Where are your powers?” Michael questioned. “They must be gone or you never would have been taken.”

“Right yah be Einstein. Dat bitch before she died zapped me in da gray matter,” Rath shook his head. “Haven’t been able to move a pencil much less anything else.”

Michael smiled, that was the part of Vilandra, he loved most; she would take her killer down with her.

Max shook his head “Have you even tried to speak English?”

Book 1: Section 8: Chapter 4: Part 3 of 4

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath More?
Chapter 4: The Betrayal of Rath
~ Betrayal ~

Timeline: Tuesday

“Broken is the promise, betrayal, The healing hand held back by the deepened nail” “The God That Failed” by Metallica

Michael looked at Max and grinned, “I want to know what you are doing running around pretending to be me,” turning his attention back to Rath.

“Yo not rozy, remember yah are a clone of me, yah have dah my fingerprints.” Rath said arrogantly.

“Wrong dick-head. You are the clone, still haven’t figured that one out huh?” Michael shook his head laughing. “I am the real TellymonRath; you are an inferior replica created to be used as a sacrifice for the enemy.” He was right in Rath’s face eyeing him, making sure he knew who was who.

Max look at Michael surprise. ‘That is right,’ he thought. ‘Michael’s name was TellymonRath, no Tellymon I remember.’ Max smiled at the memory and looked at Michael. Then he remember the dream, ‘the dream Zan told me in the dream, but there was something else what was it.’ “Tellymon,” he said aloud.

Michael’s head shot back towards Max, “Zandanathar.” Michael said his name in a tone that the connection between them opened immediately bombarding Max with his love and feelings for him. Just as quickly, Michael closed the connection again and turned back to Rath his stoic self. “What have you told the police?”

Max knew this was neither the time nor the place for him and Michael to talk, so he leveled his attention to Rath. “What is your deal with Ki’var?” Max interrupted. Slowly Michael stepped away from Rath to the other side of the room. From this position, he could see all of Max’s expressions.

“Who me, nuthin, police nor Ki'var.”

“But you are working with them are you not Rath?” Max asked. “I want to know what Ki’var is up to.”

Michael increased the pressure by clenching his fist slightly. “Answer him.”

Rath gasped with the sudden pressure upon his body. Rath knew he was in trouble. ‘Shit,’ he thought, ‘this one has his full powers and knows how to use them.’ Rath struggled against the wall to no avail. “You and your race are dead Kingy.” Rath sneered at them in disgust. “Before long I will return as the warrior prince TellymonRath and take dah throne of Antar.”

“No one will ever believe you are the real Rath,” said Max.

“Why not? I remember shit.”

“No, you remember what the protectors told you to remember. You cannot give anything but the basics about your life, can you?” Michael challenged him.

“Yes I can.”

“Tell me then in what battle was Solidawn born? Where is the treasure of Kandahar? What is a Master’s greatest secret?”

“Wha! Yah talking crazy ho-boy.”

“You know nothing, because you are nothing.” Michael increased the intensity of his hold.

“Ki'var will execute you soon after your arrival that is after you abdicate the throne to him of course.” Max’s face was stern; his anger though was in check. “You can never be crowned.” Max stressed.

“Why?” gasped Rath, the pressure was beginning to become unbearable.

“You do not carry the seal you asshole.” Michael answered shaking his head at how stupid his dupe really was. “For you to be King, Max has to die and pass the seal onto you.”

“Ki’var will see King Maxie there kilt. Yo I ‘ill inherit the seal.” Rath smiled evilly.

“Where?” Michael pressed on. “Where will you have the seal?”

“Here in my head.”

“Not good enough, Max carries the Seal of Antar there.” Michael dropped him on the floor and came close in. “Not me.” Michael laughed as he showed him the scar of the King’s seal.

Rath jumped up and started pacing back and forth. “Fuck, this be fucked up. Yo the real Commander. Shit dat figures, I be nothing but a clone, a slave. Shit, dat be shit.”

Rath was pissed, he knew that Max was the real King but he always figured he was the real Rath and not the little pussy he saw last time he was in Roswell, “Don’t matter Ki’var needs me.”

Max arched his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Nuthin.” Rath then found himself thrown across the room as he slammed into another wall.

“Answer,” roared Michael, his eyes had turned silver, they flashed fire and death. Rath was scared, he really had no idea what the real TellymonRath was like he only had heard stories from Nicholas; TellymonRath was a feared opponent who was famous for taking your heart out still beating. Rath clutched at his heart protecting it in his chest.

“Ki’var havin’ sum problems. The Royal Forces are pissing at dah gate.” Rath gulped for air. “Ki’var needs me, dah name, da reputation to fuck off da Ensandmens.”

Michael took a deep breath as he and Max exchanged glances, he let Rath drop back to the ground.

“Seems em be still pissed off because Commander Rath here destroyed three of their worlds, kilt millions. With da army rebuilt, em are planni’ an attack. Ki’var wants me to stop em.”

Rath locked eyes with Michael, “Listen together we can take Antar, yah carry da seal and ‘ill be made king. I knows there are those that ‘ill follow, Nicholas told ma about da Rath Worshippers.”

Michael and Max stood there staring at Rath. “Why yah think I popped Zan.” Occasionally Michael would glance at Max wondering. “He found out about them fighting Ki'var threatening to take da kingdom fo me not fo him.” Rath started pacing again. “He was going to kill me, I got there first.”

Rath directed Michael’s gaze to Max, “Spend all yah life as second to what a pussy ass King who be one far fucking son of a bitch? Fo what? He’s inferior, yah powers are immense great, he fears them. Yah ’now it. The armies will follow yah, they always have. The streets are calling for yah to be King, we can take the other worlds as well. None will stand in your path. I means yah can rule the known galaxy. Call yarself Emperor TellymonRath. Tell me bro that is not what yah want, desire, need? Yo it burns in yah, I can feel it.”

Michael walked towards Rath, grabbing his throat, he lifted him off the ground until his feet were clear, “Listen to me, you punk, if I want to take the throne of Antar I will, I do not need any piss ant to help me. Got it.” With that, he threw Rath to the floor and walked back by Max.

“So do we kill him or what?” said Michael as he crossed his arms and glared at Rath.

“Yeah, right!’ Rath scoffed “We knows who da killer be here,” puffing out his chest trying to look like the killer he is.

A dark expression washed across Michael’s face, an expression that spoke volumes about death and dying. “Yes we do,” as the walls began to shake again. Max gave Michael a look and the shaking stopped. It was obvious to everyone in that room that Michael caused the room to shake.

The color bled from Rath’s face as it was becoming apparent Opie there had no problem killing. Michael had killed. “Calm yarself. Don't get yah bowels in an uproar. Damn!” Rath stood up and shook himself off. “Duke yah are turning into one fucking scary alien.” Michael’s eyes darkened, “Dammit, bro! I was just kiddin. Can’t take a joke.” Rath backed up and sat down he was trembling inside.

“Where is the paperwork on both Michael and him?” Max asked Sheriff Hanson. “I need to see all the files.”

“I will get them.” Max unsealed the door and Hanson left the room returning moments later. “Michael can you change his fingerprints so they no longer match yours?”

Michael took two long strides to Rath and grabbed his hands, palms up Rath was shaking he could feel the raw power in his twin. Michael closed his eyes and concentrated. Without moving his hands, Michael changed the prints, ever so slightly. Rath felt the tips of his fingers burning as he struggled to get out of Michaels control. “Dat hurts, da pain be fuckin me.” Finally, Michael let go.

“Done.”

Michael passed his hand over the records changing the pattern to match Rath’s new prints. Max created a new file showing how Rath arrested for being drunk a couple of years back. Speaking to Hanson, and the lawyers, Max elaborated, “The fingerprints changes are slight just enough differences that may be difficult to detect, easy to make a mistake. You can claim that Rath here came through Roswell a while back and found out that he looked like Michael so he stole his identity.”

He passed the new file to Sheriff Hanson. “That should take care of everything. Without his powers, he is no more dangerous than any other street punk is. Rath if I were you I would find the deepest hole and climb into it.”

Max then came close to Sheriff Hanson, “I do not need to tell you to remain silent on what you have seen here today or who Michael and I are. Do I?” Max looked at Jim and the rest “We kind of think our lives depend on our anonymity.”

Michael turned to Jesse, with hand raised, Max quickly held back his hand, whispering in Michael’s ear, “Don’t, it will only hurt Isabel further.”

Michael glared at Jesse and put on the mask changing his appearance. Max did the same, returned the camera, mirror to their original condition and then unsealed the door.

Max and Michael began to walk out the door as Rath started screaming, “Listen to me Bro, dah King there betrayed yah to Ki'var, get smarts dis time round. Kill Zan before he kills yah.”

Author’s Note:

I know I dumped a lot all of the sudden, but I felt these parts had to be read close to one another. That to all for keeping up.

This ends

• Chapter 2: Their Back!
  Chapter 3: What is going on?
  Chapter 4: The Betrayal of Rath

Chapter 2 starts with Max decking Michael for taking off. Max is mad and letting a little of the rage show through. Zan is attempting to rein him in, put it is difficult when Max is a little arrogant and refuses to listen.

The parents see a side of the aliens that was never revealed to them before, this is no Cinderella happily ever after life. These kids have problems, serious problems that the adults will have to contend with and find a way to mentor their children.

Chapter 3, the parents learn about Michael’s affair with Isabel, that Maria and Michael are also married, how Maria ands Isabel feel about Michael. They make their stand that they will make the decision and to leave them alone while doing it, and of course they learn the horrible truth of Michael’s rape, just not who did it.

Chapter 4 : In this chapter we find out it is Rath, the duplicate who was arrested for Hank’s murder. We also get a clue as to what is going on Antar. Ki’var is losing ground and is fearful than an enemy called the Ensandmens will attack to reek vengeance on Antar for what TellymonRath did in destroying three of their worlds. The Ensandmens are NOT a very nice alien species, in fact they are downright sickening. More in Book 2.

So that is where we are.

Oh, one more little item Michael is still suffering from dizziness and headaches, something is coming, something major.

Next Chapter 5: It’s All In Your Mind Or Is It?

Tick Tock the time is passing.

• Who are the Shadow Warriors?
  What is that hawk and snake tattoo on Michael?
  Why do the people of Antar look so human?
  Why exactly was Rath’s relationship with Tran?

We are counting down to the end of Book One. Just a few days left. Book Two, prophecy, weddings, birth, death all just a few clicks away.

Book 1: Section 8: Chapter 5: Part 1 of 7

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath More?
Chapter 5: Its All In Your Mind Or Is It?
~ Healing ~

Timeline: Late Tuesday Afternoon

“Protecting you from this must be the one you love. Must be the one whose magic touch can change your mind. Don't let another day go by without the magic touch” “Change your mind” by Neil Young

“Michael!” Max jumped out of the car and ran towards him.

“Maxwell,” Michael reluctantly waited for Max to catch up to him.

Max paused. “Can we talk?”

“Do I have a choice?” Michael crossed his arms in a defensive stance.

“No.”

“Then talk.”

“You need your ribs and muscles healed.” Pointing at some large barrels nearby, away from the mine’s entrance. “Come on let me do it.”

“No thanks, I am fine.”

“No you are not, you are barely standing.” Max put his hands on his temples, rubbing tem, and then tried again. “Please sit and let me heal them.”

Michael looked at Max, then at the ground.

Jim and Philip overheard Max and came over close by. “Michael do you want to go inside?” asked Jim.

Michael shook his head no and sat on a rusted barrel close to where Max was standing.

Jeff had heard the car return and came out of the mine to see what was going on. He stood next to Jim and Philip as Michael walked over to Max.

Max noticed that the three adults were standing there watching him, making sure he was not going to hurt Michael. “I am not going to hurt him, just heal his ribs,” said Max annoyed that these humans were getting in his business; the arrogance of the throne was rearing his ugly head. Max took a deep breath and got back in control. “I need your shirt off.”

Michael slowly undid his buttons and pulled his shirt out of his pants. Then with some difficulty, he took off one arm. Max reached over and helped very gently with the other side. Michael’s chest and abdomen was in terrible shape, the skin was mottled in varying hues of green, blue, and dark red. Max’s face showed for a second, regret that he did not help Michael earlier.

“Hey what is going on,” Kyle had joined the adults watching Michael Jim indicated to be quiet and pointed at Max and Michael. Kyle saw Michael’s body, horror shudder though him as he remembered the flashes from touching that rope.

“I need to touch you, is that okay?” Normally Max would had never asked but their friendship was non-existent at this point.

Michael did not say anything but looked past Max’s shoulder staring into the desert.

Max went around to the back of Michael, only to be confronted with the welts from the stick he had used. Max took in a large gulp of air as he laid his hand down as low as he could on Michael’s back starting in the kidney section working his way up. Max could not get his hands on Michel ass since he was sitting, so he sent his healing energy downwards, hoping that the muscle would fully heal.

His hands moved sensuously over Michael’s skin, softly caressing the flesh. The way he touched Michael was extremely erotic both visually and tacitly. With each pass over a wound, Max was barraged with the flashes of what he had done, he saw himself as the rapist form a distance, how he demoralized and beat Michael into submission only to leave him there bleeding.

Every once in a while the adults and Kyle would see one of Michael’s muscles shudder or him take a deep breath, his back remained rigid, straight, his neck firmly in place. Max was also reacting, his eyes were closed and they could see a tear once in awhile slip down.

Michael’s walls were disintegrating, small pinholes had developed, holes through which emotions poured out like water through a hole in a dyke. The longer Max was in contact with Michael’s skin, the more emotional backlash he received. Max felt all the pain, helplessness, terror, fear, and degradation the rape that he had instilled in Michael. He also was accosted with the pangs of homelessness, lonely, useless, inept, lowly: a second-class, poverty-stricken, second-rate piece of trailer trash. He saw himself inferior to Max, never to be his equal, never to be loved by others, never to be wanted.

Finishing, Max came around to face Michael, seeing for the first time the damage he caused that morning. “Michael I am sorry for what I did.”

Michael did not say anything just keep staring into space.

“Michael did you hear me?” Max raised his voice.

“Yeah. Your sorry. Heard that a lot lately, means nothing.” Michael directed his eyes deep into Max; his face was stoic with no display of hate, love, or friendship.

Those last two words cut through Max like a knife; a tear fell from Max’s eye. Staring into Michael’s eyes, he healed his face, stroking his cheek, trying to make a connection. Michael blocked all attempts. Max felt a void he was locked out: he deserved it after all he was the one who said Michael was no longer wanted; he was the one who r…. Max still could not accept it was he.

Philip, Jeff, and Jim all stood watching. They knew this was probably personal between the two boys, but they really did not trust either of them, especially Max right now. Philip felt sorry for his son, he could see Max was trying, but it may be too late, Michael just was not being receptive.

Max was so close to Michael, their faces just a hair’s breathe apart. “I said things I should never had said.” Michael shifted his face to the left and looked back out to the desert. “I was angry, no that is not right. I know that now, these feelings, emotions; I am having trouble getting them under control.” Max reached out a stroked his cheek, trying to get a reaction. While stroking his cheek Max had a twinge of pain pass, but it pass as quickly as it came. Max shrugged it off as a fluke. “You make me so angry I lose touch with reality. I don’t know?” Michael just kept on staring into the desert. “You closed your connection, why? I felt it open at the jail, for a brief second, I could feel you again and now I am locked out.” Michael never even batted an eyelash. “I am trying, why can’t you?” Michael remained stoic, unaffected by what Max had been saying. Max was done with the healing and back away a little. “Please Michael you have to forgive me.”

“How can I forgive you when you can not admit yourself what you did?” Michael had pulled his shirt up and was buttoning it. He got off the barrel and headed for the entrance to the mine.

“Do you think I will kill you like Rath said?” asked Max, he had to know what Michael was thinking.

Michael stopped and turned around, “If you had to, yes.”

Max was lost for words, instead of saying something supportive, he just had to be in charge and demand, “I want you to open the connection now.”

Michael crossed his arms his eyes flickering back and forth from brown to silver. “Is that an order Your Majesty,” he mocked.

Max stopped what he was about to say, put his hands on his temples for the second time in less than an hour and took a deep breath. “No, I feel vacant without you, a void, I don’t like that feeling. I want you back.”

Michael’s eyes were now silver; he stood there expressionless, “Now you know how I feel.” He turned and walked away into the desert.

“Tellymon!” Max yelled. “Tellymon! Stop listen to me.” Michael never turned around he just kept waking straight. “Damn it,” Max sent the rusted barrel a few hundred yards away and walked to the mine’s entrance.

“Well that was interesting,” quipped Kyle. “Wonder if they have gay Antarians?”

Philip, Jeff, and Jim just looked at each other, also wondering.

Book 1: Section 8: Chapter 5: Part 2 of 7

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath More?
Chapter 5: Its All In Your Mind Or Is It?
~ Now you see me. Now you don’t ~

Timeline:Tuesday Evening

“I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear as someone who has had you on his mind.” “Mama, You Been on My Mind” by Bob Dylan

Some time had pass, waiting for Michael to return. “If we are going to Roswell, then we need to start, it is getting late,” Max said a bit agitated. “Where is Michael?” he headed towards the entrance to look out.

“We can go, Max I know where he is,” said Isabel

“How?”

“I can feel him.”

“You are connected?” Max glared at her, how dare she be connected and he be left out in the cold. Michael was his second, ‘I own him,’ Max stopped and placed his hands on his temples again trying to keep control. ‘No I do not own him, but he is suppose to be with me.’ Max looked at the floor. ‘He will never forgive me, I cannot stand this void.’

“Always have been, only now it is stronger,” Isabel smiled as she picked up her purse; “May Maria and I ride with you Sheriff? We can pick up Michael. We should leave the van hidden here.”

“That sounds okay with me.” Jim headed out of the mine towards his SUV.

Sure enough, a few miles down the road there was Michael with his arms crossed slumped against a large boulder waiting for them all to show up. Max watched as Michael got into Jim’s SUV; he was hurt that Michael went to Isabel and not to him. Philip was driving and watched Max’s reaction in the rear view mirror. His face showed the telltale signs of jealousy. Liz held Max’s hand and snuggled in as she smiled at him. Max leaned into her and sighed, ‘I just have to keep, in control,’ he thought. Jeff and Nancy were in the rear seat quiet, Jeff contemplating on what he had seen earlier.

Michael hopped into the back seat of the SUV, where Isabel and Maria were. “Have nice walk?” asked Isabel. Kyle stifled a snigger as he stretched out in the rear.

“Feel better space boy” Maria added. Michael just looked at the two and glared out the window. Isabel motioned to Maria. “Move it Michael,” Maria hopped over him placing him between the two of them. Isabel and Maria each laid their heads on his shoulders and snuggled in. Michael frowned, shoved his hand in his pockets and slouched. Amy, who was up front with Jim, saw them out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes narrowed, she was not happy to see her daughter in a threesome arrangement.

The two cars drove back into Roswell, Philip stopped at the Crashdown to let Jeff and Nancy out. They had planned to pick up some food and meet everyone at the Evan’s house. Jim likewise dropped off Amy at home to pick up the dessert. She decided to take her car to the Evans house, after she did some serious pot banging to get her frustrations out. Jim beat Philip to his home by a fraction of a minute as they both pulled into the spacious driveway.

“Wait here,” said Michael as he moved Maria back against Isabel and opened the car door, and then to the girl’s amazement he disappeared. “What?” they said in unison as the door closed slightly a jarred. Max had just opened his car door when he heard Michael’s disembodied voice say, “Take my hands, both of you.” Max felt a hand but saw nothing, then suddenly he saw Michael and Liz against a white background, as he was being lead somewhere. Then just as suddenly, the light was gone and so was Michael. Max looked around, he was in standing in his parent’s front room with Liz beside him and his mother’s looking like she was going into shock.

A few seconds later Michael came back to the SUV, Kyle felt the car dipped as though weight had been added “Give me your hands, I will be back Kyle just wait.” Isabel and Maria held out their hands in space and suddenly they were in the white light and just as fast in the living room. Not more than five seconds later Kyle was standing next to Max completely out of the air.

Isabel and Maria both at the same time felt Michael’s hand goosed them as he squeezed their asses. “Michael!” they both said in unison.

“What?” Michael appeared behind them, he looked so serious, yet he still had his hands buried in each of their cheeks. He let go fast, a split second before Amy walked in behind him.

Book 1: Section 8: Chapter 5: Part 3 of 7

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath More?
Chapter 5: Its All In Your Mind Or Is It?
~ Dinner and a Movie~

Timeline: Late Tuesday Afternoon

“Little things I should have said and done. I just never took the time. You were always on my mind” “Always On My Mind” by Willie Nelson

Before Max could get into how Michael disappeared, Jeff and Nancy showed up with hot-greasy fat-filling kid-happy food galore. The dinner idea was great; the kids were starving for Crashdown food. Isabel and Liz spread out a blanket on the floor to eat on while Maria and Kyle got some paper plates and the food. Max was in charge of drinks, glasses, and ice. Michael, who was still brooding, retreated to a far off distant end table planning to eat his food there, away from Max.

The parents took the dinning table, talking among themselves but keeping a keen eye on their kids. Max and Liz took one side of the blanket; she leaned into him as they made their plates. Kyle got another side and sprawled out on the floor more tired than hungry, although his food did vanish rather quickly.

Isabel dragged Michael over and sat him between her and Maria. The two of them doted on him, fixing his food as if he was a child. Amy hands clenched her skirt, ‘all that is left is for them to feed him,’ Amy shuddered at that thought. She was still miffed that Maria was so obstinate in her feelings and interest in Michael, ‘why the son of a bitch is a bigamist’; Amy’s eyes narrowed at that thought, wishing she had some more pans to knock together. ‘This man, this male, that alien’, was trapping her wonderfully independent daughter.

Diane noticed Amy was staring at the kids. She glanced over catching Isabel’s hand slide down on Michael’s butt. His head shot up giving her a dirty look as he pushed her hand away, only to have Maria do the same on the opposite side. This went back and forth a couple of times until he gave up and shook his head. The girls smiled over Michael’s back, obviously, they were teasing him. Diane sighed, she really did not know how to feel, Isabel seemed so happy, but this was very unusual and it would be hard to accept. Her talk with Isabel when the guys left was to no avail, she was an independent woman, an alien woman, determine to make her own decision. The one thing that Diane did noticed was that her daughter seemed freer, happier that she had in years despite the problems the kids seem to be having.

Jeff and Nancy were watching Max closely to see how he was treating their daughter, Nancy was especially concerned after seeing how Max’s alter ego had a bad temper and may even be violent. Jeff was still having trouble-accepting Max as his son-in-law but what was done was done and now they had to figure out the future, he would not give up his daughter. Nancy had a long talk with Liz, she was worried that her daughter was taking in the whole picture. It was obvious this was not a fairy tale existence; Max may be a King but his life from far from idyllic. There were so many questions, so many problems to overcome.

Philip watched in amusement as the bottles of Tabasco passed silently almost knowingly between Michael, Max, and Isabel. He knew how much Michael loved Max and Isabel, it was a deep love, he felt that when he touched Michael. Nevertheless, he was unsure of a sexual relationship between them. Philip thought he could accept Isabel and Michael although Maria added to the mix was unnerving, but any sexual contact between Max and Michael was really disturbing. He always though Max was straight, he never acted gay and neither did Michael. Aliens were so confusing. Yet there was one positive note that he was sure of, given lots of time Max and Michael would reconcile their differences, Michael was just being stubborn and probably with just cause.

***

“Okay Michael how did you do it,” asked Max once his food was ate.

“What?”

“The disappearing act!”

“I have my secrets and you have yours.” Michael said with a gleam in his eye.

Max knew exactly what Michael meant, the shield thing he pulled on both him and Isabel at the UFO Center. “I wasn’t hiding anything from you I just hadn’t time to tell you or Isabel yet.”

“Well I haven’t had the time to tell you either,” Michael countered.

Max took a deep breath, he was going to remain in control no matter how much he was wanting to scream and shake the crap out of Michael right now. “Okay, when you have the time will you please let me in?”

Michael did one of his classic smirks, “I will think about it Maxwell.”

***
The parents were silent as they huddled in the kitchen readying the desserts and drinks.

“We need to talk to the kids about several issues,” Amy broke the silence.

“I know Amy but maybe we need to step back, for tonight,” suggested Phillip.

“I agree with Philip,” said Nancy “I think they are too stressed out for anymore serious discussions.”

“True, I don’t want Maria to clam up or leave, just when we got them back”

“Let put in a movie they like and leave them alone for a while,” said Diane.

“What if Max and Michael start fighting again?” asked a concerned Jeff.

“We will be close by. How about the terrace, we can have some drinks and talk?” said Jim offering a solution.

Nancy and Amy took the drinks and dessert out to the terrace, while Diane and Philip took the kids theirs. “Here you guys go. We are having ours out on the terrace if you need us.”

Philip put the drink tray down, “Why don’t you guys watch a movie and relax.”

“Thanks Mom, Dad,” said Isabel as she kissed them on the cheek.

“Thanks Mom Dad,” added Max as he headed over to the movies. “What do you guys want to watch,” asked Max. Turning to Michael, “We have Braveheart.”

Michael looked up surprised that Max was trying to cater to him. “No that is all right Max, the girls probably would like something a little less violent, plus I think I have had enough action for one day.” Michael smiled slightly “Thanks for the offer.”

“Okay girls do you worse. We are at your mercy.” Max bowed and with a flourish of his arms directed their attention to the video cabinet.

Max came over and picked up two desserts passing one to Michael.

Michael looked up, “Thanks Max.”

Max sat down in a chair and smiled at Michael, it felt good to talk again.

“Hey Evans, where is my dessert?” Kyle pouted.

“Get your own Valenti.”

“What do I have to be, a full alien to get special treatment.” Kyle snickered, “or just an alien male, or a special alien male.”

“What was that suppose to mean, Kyle?”

“Nothing just making conversation.” Kyle passed his eyes from Max to Michael, winking.

Michael looked at Kyle and grinned with a knowing look He knew what Kyle was suggesting. Michael really could care less, to be honest he would do Max in a minute if they were on civil terms, and both wanted to at the same time. But since they weren’t his dreams would have to suffice.

Max felt funny about Kyle’s comment, ‘Could Kyle know about him and Michael? Was he that obvious? Was Zan that obvious?’ Max closed his eyes for a sec, 'That dream what was it about that dream.'

“Okay we have a movie.” Liz announced, “and it something that you boys will not gag on,” as she snuggled into Max’s lap.

Book 1: Section 8: Chapter 5: Part 4 of 7

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath More?
Chapter 5: Its All In Your Mind Or Is It?
~ To Admit or not To Admit ~


“We're playing those mind games together. Pushing the barriers planting seeds. Playing the mind guerrilla. Chanting the Mantra peace on earth. We all been playing those mind games forever.” “Mind Games” by John Lennon

“Shouldn’t you go back to your wife Max,” Michael sneered as Max came close to him.

Everyone had gone to sleep for the night. Jim was on duty so Amy was staying with Maria in Isabel’s bedroom, in sleeping bags. Max and Liz were sharing his room. Jeff who was not about to leave his daughter, was stretched out in the front room with Kyle and supposedly Michael, who decided to wander.

Michael was still pissed about the sleeping arrangements that Max had dealt out. After all Isabel and Maria were his, did not he have a right to sleep with them as much as Max had a right to sleep with Liz? ‘Just like Zan wanting to control me.’ Michael snorted in his thoughts.

“Thought we could talk.”

“What is there to talk about Max?” Michael crossed over the patio to the small expanse of yard; he sat with his back up against a tree.

Max followed and stood over him, “We could talk about why you left.”

“You know why Max, Nothing to talk about.”

“You know that it wasn’t me… It is just that you make me so mad I can’t control my temper.”

“I made you mad. What did I do Max? It was Rath not me, not Michael. It was decades ago.” Michael voice caught in his throat. “You had no right to hurt me.”

“I have every right, I am the King.”

“No you are no King, you are not Zan. You will never be a King like he was.” Michael closed his eyes, his head was pounding again, the dizziness had returned.

“Michael,” No response. “Michael I am not done talking.” Still no response. “Well you are no Rath either; you will never be that great warrior. You do not have what it takes.” Max threw down a twig he was holding and walked off.

Michael looked though slatted water filled eyes. Max was right he was no warrior. Getting up he crossed the yard and scaled the fence. He had something that needed to be procured tonight, the end was near.