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I want to question Dad, but he's so obviously occupied by mom, I know it's not a good time. I bite my lip and run to the kitchen to fetch several bottles of water from the fridge. I go to the recliner first and give one to Dad so he can give it to mom and then I move over to the sofa where the strange girl and her brother are. They haven't moved since Aunt Isabel attacked and Dad slammed their mom into the wall. I can only guess what they're thinking. Will they try to do?
I swallow my fear, extending one bottle to the girl. She had been hurt and dad said she'd still be tired. Maybe she won't bite... "Here you go, and one for your brother, too," I say.
Then, turning to dad, I ask. "What did you mean about 'stealing your children'? We're right here, Dad. She never took us." Yeah, we've had a few strange times, but I know I never saw this lady before. I fight from looking back at her, although the hair on the back of my neck is rising as if she were coming after me right now. The way she talked was scary and I really am glad I never knew her. I'm sure that being 'stolen' by her would be horrible beyond words.
OOC: I have a question on something and I want you guy's opinion and I'm only bringing this up because I think it might get confusing later on in the game. Do you guys think this telepathy thing is a little much? I mean if everyone is able to do it it might make for a confusing game don't you think?
I can understand Max/Liz ability to do this because of there connection and also maybe Max/Isabel since it was introduced in the show that they also shared a special connection and I was also planning on Zan/Zaira having more of a empathic connection meaning they pick up on each other's emotions and feelings but not their direct thoughts.
It's just that telepathy is a powerful gift and it just seems to be used very lightly with the characters so far. What do you guys think?
I continue to just stand there, watching as others move about. I am too shocked and afraid to move. These newcomers are strange and to me unwelcome. I don't know who they are, or what they are capable of.
Despite being 14, I walk over to my mom and cling to her, as if she could protect me from the intruders. I know its childish to hang on my mother like I am, but I have seen a lot of things in my 14 years most wouldn't see in a 100.
It took me about twenty minutes or so to get back to town. I didn’t know what Max’s had to tell me that was so important.
But, As soon as I got the message I was certainly sure I had ruined
Ashton’s chance of going to Nationals. I had tried to apologize,
but he assured me it was okay. Anyways as I park the car in the drive way and see
Tess, and two children huddled together crying. Isabel comforting Vega and
Alexis close to her Mother and Father. Yes this was definitely a crisis.
The question is….what the hell is going on and what is Tess doing here? Who are those children? I notice Lexi and Max had a worry look on there faces and my only guess it had to do with Liz.
“Max?”
Ashton
My dad and I quckly got out of the car and go into Aunt Liz’s and Uncle Max’s house.
I’m still very pissed off at the fact that I gave up my dream for some alien bullshit I want no part of. All of this is completely messed up right now. When I walk into Uncle Max’s and Aunt’s Liz’s house, the first thing I see is Alexis’s distraught face, and the bent out of shape look on her face tells me everything in this alien bullshit is not alright. It’s more than what I my dad or his expression that is told me.
At that very moment when still looking at Alexis’s face, I really wish I could erase the pain on her beautiful face that seemed to be growing with every passing second that I take of her.
I walk slowly to Alexis’ side as I looked around the room “What going on?” I ask her.
May the angels be with you
RIP Jambeth
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OOC: I understand what you're saying Athenea, and I'm easy whatever... Maybe it should be that most of them find it a lot harder, so could use it if neccessary, but only with a significant effort...? *shrugs* I don't know, but that's just my two cents.
~Liz~
Max lifts me up, and lays me down in the recliner, telling me it's going to be okay. I feel like such a bother, knowing that there's so much other stuff going down, and yet right at this moment in time I need him...we need him... I wish I could say something to reassure Alexis and Dylan inparticular, because I know they're looking worried, but right at this moment I can't. It's as much as I can do just to keep from breaking down from this. I won't make out that this baby was planned, in fact it was as much of a surprise as Alexis was, but it is wanted, and I don't know what I'll do if I lose it...
I look up, meeting Max's gaze as he places his hand on my stomach, making the connection he needs. A moment later, I can feel the contractions which have started begin to dissipate, but I ccan still feel distress coming from the baby and I know it's not over yet. Reaching over, I place my hand on top of his where it rests over my stomach and lay there, concentrating on the baby inside my womb just as I know Max is, doing my little part by sending as much love and reasurring feelings as I can towards that tiny being inside.
It seems like an age that I have to wait now, before Max gasps and blinks, looking back at me. He reassures me that it's okay, but tells me to stay still for a while and I'm not going to refuse right now. He brings the second blanket over to him, again openly using his powers, and spreads it out, and when he's done, I reach out to touch his hand, my whole body shaking slightly as a sob rises in my throat. *Hold me a moment...please...* I know there are other things to do, but right now I need him, here, beside me. I'm still scared and worried...I don't want to lose our baby...
I know that I'm a lot older than last time, but that shouldn't neccessarily mean that I have problems... I'm not that old, and I don't know why this is so difficult this time. If anything, I would have expected Alexis to be the hardest, having had her when my body could still have been growing, and yet she wasn't... With both she, and Dylan, things went without a hitch. She was a little early yes, but nothing too worrying, and he went fully to term...
Of course today, I wouldn't ever say it, but it's highly likely the combined stress which has been packed into the last half hour has a lot to do with it... Coming face to face with the woman who nearly took everything that mattered from you, realising that you're looking at your husband's daughter with her, learning that there wasn't just one baby but two, hearing about the second of his children having been captured, and then the attacks right here within my house... All these things, in such a short period are extremely likely to have had an impact, but that's not the important thing at the moment.
Max asks Dylan to get me, Zaira and Dreakus some water, and I try to send a weak smile in his direction, attempting to provide some reassurance that I'm okay... Still worried yes, but for the moment things are okay, it's been sorted...
"Dad, what wrong with her? Is it the baby...?" Alexis comes over, asking her father, and I know she's worried.
"I'm okay Lexi..." I whisper softly, looking up as Isabel too comes over and sending another weak smile in her direction. "Hey Isabel..."
Dylan now comes back into the room, and after distributing the waters as requested, he now turns to Max, asking the question which I suppose was inevitable. "What did you mean about 'stealing your children'? We're right here, Dad. She never took us." I up at my husband, knowing this will be hard for him and squeezing the hand I'm still holding. *It's okay...we're in this together, as always...* I try to reassure him through our connection, biting down on my lip which is beginning to tremble and not trusting myself to say anything aloud for fear of ending up in tears.
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Dylan asks the hard question. The one that's going to open up all the difficult parts of this. *It's okay...we're in this together, as always...* Liz says, silently. She squeezes my hand and I offer her a thin smile of thanks for her support.
This will never end, will it? I've made a lot of mistakes, but none of them will ever match this one. It just keeps on hurting us, and more, it's hurt them. Zan and Zaira. It's my fault. Tess tricked me and I fell for it and now I see more of the damage it caused. I only hope I can stop it from getting worse. I have to save Zan. I have to help him and Zaira, both...
Then, Michael and Ashton arrive. I can almost feel the alarm coming from Michael. Ashton is more confused, but he's picking up on it, too. He goes to Alexis as Michael draws my attention. "Max?"
Swallowing, hard, I shift so I'm sitting on the edge of the recliner with Liz. Seeing Zaira and Dreakus supporting each other, I realize that I'll have to leave her soon to deal with them.
"That crash in the desert last week wasn't a military accident. It was a spaceship. Tess came here with her three children. The oldest boy was captured by the military ... I've been having nightmares about it but I didn't realize who it was ... His name is Zan." I raise an eyebrow as I glance at Isabel and Michael. I think they'll be putting the pieces together. They'll know who he is ... "This is Zaira and Dreakus. Zaira is Zan's twin. From what I understand, Khivar hurt her and Zan fought him and then all ran here to find us." I should explain to Michael why Tess is unconcious on the floor, but I don't even want to talk about the evil things she said to Zaira. It's beyond my ability to imagine how anyone could act that way towards their own child...
I give Liz's hand a squeeze and then I rise to my feet. I approach Zaira and Dreakus and perch on the arm of the sofa next to Zaira. I put one hand on her knee, hoping she won't pull away as I try to explain the rest of the story to them and to the other children. They're all old enough to understand ... except maybe Dylan. He's only twelve. What is he going to think about all this?
"Your mother isn't hurt, she's just sleeping," I assure them again. "I knew Tess a long time ago. She'd been my wife when I was on Antar." Do Zaira and Dreakus know who I am? Do they wonder why Zan was named that way? Did Tess ever even tell them what happened to 'King Zan'? What wild stories might they have been raised on? "Her name was Ava but she wasn't raised with the rest of us. Our protector left all of us on our own and took in only her, teaching only her about where we were from and what was expected of us," I bite my lip. The kids know some of this, but I don't know what they're going to think when they hear the rest.
I stop myself for a moment. I want to talk about Alex, but that might be too much too soon. What can I tell them? What can I say? I look deep into Zaira's eyes, trying to read the emotions in them, but all I know of this girl is the flashes of memories I saw when I healed her. She's trusted me so far. I don't want to destroy that...
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Isabel and I had heard the story, and we knew we were left in the dark about some things but I never knew it would be this. Everything that has been going on is way beyond my control and I feel so helpless. I look towards Max; he was comforting Liz and assuring Lexie and Dylan their mother was fine. But I didn’t know what was going on with Liz or what was happening.
Then there was Ashton. He had been by Lexie's side helping her with this situation that was happening around us. I would have sworn he was a completely different person before he walked in the house and saw Lexie's face. He and Alexis had always been close ever since they were babies. It was like another Max and Liz and the connection bond that held them together.
Well since we were here anyways I might as well ask. I had went up to Max and asked, "What are you going to do?”
May the angels be with you
RIP Jambeth
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“I’m okay Lexi” My mother tries to assure me but I’m not believing her. Just look at her. She doesn’t look okay. She looks pale and she breathing heavily. Hey even my father so worried that he can’t breathe either. My Aunt Isabel is near my mother’s and my father’s side as I notice Uncle Michael walked in with Ashton.
“Hey what’s going on?” he asks me. What’s going on?! What’s going on?! My mother might lose my little brother or sister. A blond lady named Tess is some bad person that not sure what she done. Her daughter was badly hurt and now she comforting her brother. My Aunt Isabel and my father attack the blonde lady and anyone is not explaining anything to my brother and I. Yes things are going on.
I start biting the bottom of my lips, annoying habit I pick up from my mother. I do that when I’m scary or nervous just like I’m feeling now.
Lexi stay calm, Dylan needs you to be his big sister not his little on. I turn to Ashton and nod. But I’m not sure if I even convince him. I walk into the kitchen so I can have a glass of water, maybe some water will calm me down. I grab a glass from the cover and turn the handle of the sink and run the glass over it. I turn the handle of and took sip out of the water.
Alexis doesn’t answer my question, but I could tell memories of today had been replaying in her mind. So my question did sound redundant at the moment. She looks up at me and simply nods signifying she was fine, but of course I knew better.
Without hesitation I quickly followed her to the kitchen just to see how okay she was. I found her drinking a tall glass of water. I took in the exhaustion she must have been feeling at the moment and the difficulty of the situation at hand. It must have been hard to play big sister, trustful daughter, and herself all at once.
When you really thought about, Alexis had been balancing the weight of the world on her shoulders and it’s finally starting to get to her. Every time she drank water it meant one of three things. One, she couldn’t handle the tight spot she was in, two, she was on the verge of crying or three, she felt there was no way to help her mom, and I know she must feel so helpless at the moment.
I walk leisurely towards her, which by now she must have noticed my presence. As soon as I’m close enough, I hug her with all the energy and comfort that I could muster.
“I’m not going to lie to you and say everything’s going to be alright because things may not turn out that way you want them to. All I can say is that I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. Okay, Lexie?” I said whispering in her ear as I’m sill holding her.
May the angels be with you
RIP Jambeth
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