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Finally... Finally, I have a new update for you. I still haven't seen my lovely muse around. I wonder where he might be *glares at Stefanie*... But hopefully, he'll find his way back to where he belongs soon
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I will not allow myself to stay away from updating for this long... When work calms down over the Xmas holiday, I'm gonna write. Promise
I'll just post the next chapter for you and then it's back to Xmas cleaning and Xmas presents
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Elizabeth - Thank you for putting up with me...

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Chapter 45
”Max! Max! God, Michael. Stop him, please!”
”Max! Wait!”
The new addition to the group watched with eyes as big as saucers from the backseat at the heated orange flames licking the night sky. The air was filled with smoke, making it thick and unable to breathe.
And now Max was running towards it like a moth flying straight into a warm lamp.
Alex glanced at Maria, fidgeting in her seat with trying to get the seat belt off. Was this making any sense to everyone but him? He wouldn’t be the least surprised if he suddenly woke up in his bed in his apartment. This was so surreal that
not waking up would be horrifying.
”What’s going on?” Alex asked Maria. But she wasn’t listening.
”Hey! Maria!” Alex tried again. The seatbelt slammed back against the side of the car as it was pulled free and Maria quickly rose as she simultaneously pushed the door open.
”Maria!” Alex yelled. He felt fear invade his senses as he watched Maria, the only confidant he had found in all of this, run after the others. He really didn’t want to be left here alone.
”Oh crap,” he muttered and unfastened his own seatbelt.
Soon he was running after people he hardly knew, straight towards a burning warehouse.
Present time - 2 hours before a warehouse in Colorado mysteriously caught fire.
On a small graveled road a couple of miles north-east of Durango, Colorado
”What’s wrong?” Isabel finally asked after having watched her brother’s agitated glances in the rearview mirror for the last minute.
”I think someone’s following us,” Max answered.
”What?!” Isabel, Michael and Maria exclaimed in unison, turning in their seats.
”Don’t look!” Max hissed, pushing Michael, who was sitting in the passenger seat, so that he was looking straight ahead instead of being suspiciously half-turned in his seat, staring through the back window.
”Who is it?” Isabel asked, her voice close to a stage whisper, as she leaned forward in between the front seats.
”I don’t know,” Max answered and sneaked another glance in the rearview window. It was a red Chevy. He didn’t know anyone with a red Chevy. And even if he did, why would this person be following them out in the middle of nowhere?
”Oh God,” Isabel whimpered, ”This is bad. This is very bad. Someone is following us, Max.
Following us! How did we end up here? We were doing just fine in Roswell. You should never have gone to New York, Max.”
”I needed to,” Max said quietly, ”
She needed me.”
”Okay, maybe Liz has some connection to us, but that doesn’t mean-”
Michael looked at Isabel, utterly confused. ”What do you mean that she has a connection to us?”
But Isabel just waved him off, ”She is putting us at risk. I don’t know about this Max. She was having weird blackouts and you took her with you to Roswell. Later there was this mysterious man asking for her at the restaurant. The wrong people obviously know about her and we really don’t want to attract their attention.”
Max opened his mouth to reply, but Michael beat him to it. ”She’s right, Max. Why don’t we just drop this? Obviously, someone doesn’t like our interest in it all,” he gestured towards the rearview mirror where the red car was still behind them, ”And we can’t afford exposure.”
”Fine,” Max said and hit the brakes.
They all lunged forward with the force.
”What the hell are you doing?!” Michael yelled as the car came to a stop.
”Max! There is someone following us and you stop?! Start the car right now!”
Maria looked at Max anxiously. If she was forced to take a side, she often took Max’s. But even to her, stopping right didn’t seem like such a good idea. “Max, this is really not the time to stop.”
”You don’t want to help me, then fine,” Max said calmly. ”I’m
not leaving Liz there, wherever she is.”
“How is stopping now going to help Liz?” Isabel cried.
“We are being followed for some reason. That person might know-“
”This chat is very cozy and all,” Michael hissed, ”But can you put the damn car back in gear and continue driving!!”
”Let’s just get out of here,” Isabel said.
Max turned blazing eyes towards his sister. ”How can you be so indifferent about this? You have felt it too, Isabel!”
”Felt what?” Michael demanded. He felt like he was missing something and it was starting to make him really angry.
”I don’t know what I felt, Max. That was the first memory from our past. How do we know it is accurate?”
”We both had them.”
”Excuse me,” Michael hissed, ”But can we possibly have this cryptic conversation at some other time? There is a car pulling up behind us. The same car that was following us.”
Isabel unceremoniously spun in her seat and Max tensed. Max’s eyes narrowed as he tried to see who it was in the rearview window.
”Don’t stalkers just continue and drive past?” Michael murmured, referring to the knowledge he had gotten from movies about these kinds of situations.
”Max,” Isabel murmured pleadingly as she turned around in her seat to face her brother, ”He’s probably FBI or some other organization. Please, just start the car.”
”Yes, really Max,” Michael said, ”This is not the right time for being childish.”
“Oh my… This is not good, this is not good,” Maria mumbled, fidgeting with the pocket in her jacket to find her cypress oil.
”Let’s see who it is,” Max said slowly, his eyes transfixed on the rearview window, where the car was coming to a final halt. It might be some side effect of his ability to see the future in his premonitions or it might just be some kind of strengthened intuition, but he had a good feeling about this. Well, not
good, exactly, but not bad either. Somehow, he didn’t think that the person following them would be from the FBI.
”‘Let’s see who it is,” Michael mumbled. He never thought he would think it, but Max might actually be the one to get them killed.
Maria pulled out her oil, unscrewed the lid and put it under her nose, taking deep breaths and inhaling the aroma.
”Think about it, Michael,” Max said calmly, ”We are three aliens against a human. Why would we be in danger?”
Michael stared at Max and slowly his friend’s logic dawned on him. The stalker was anything but professional. Why did he stop when they did? Why was he alone? If he really thought he was following aliens, would he really do all of those things?
”You’re right,” Michael agreed.
”What?” Isabel asked in disbelief, fear squeezing her heart even harder. ”You’re with him now? Have you both gone completely insane?!”
The hand holding the cypress oil was lowered slowly, as Maria stared at Michael only to turn her eyes to Max. “Max, I know that you are trying to follow your instincts here, but maybe it would be for the best just to continue driv-“
”Crap,” Michael murmured, his eyes focused on the side mirror. ”It’s that guy.”
This caused Isabel to once again turn in her seat.
“Who?” Maria asked, not sure she wanted to know. She slowly turned in her seat, unconsciously fidgeting with the oil in her hand.
”Alex,” she whispered, putting a name on the person silhouetted in the other car.
”What the hell is he doing here?” Michael hissed.
”Let’s find out,” Max unfastened his seatbelt and reached for the door handle. Michael’s hand on his shoulder stopped him.
”Wait, Max. He could be FBI. He already knows too much.”
”Then it’s better if we confront him, right?” Max advised.
It got quiet in the car as Max’s statement was taken under consideration. Isabel could feel herself calming down some. It wasn’t some scary FBI-guy. It was just Alex. Granted, she didn’t know Alex all that well, but he had seemed pretty okay to her. Maria shakily refocused on unscrewing the lid of the cypress oil again.
”Well, if he’s giving us any trouble, we can just blast him,” Michael shrugged.
”Let’s wait with that, okay?” Max said. ”Let’s see what he wants.”
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Two hours later
Alex stood staring up at the hot inferno blazing in front of him. When he had woken up this morning, he would not in a million years have imagined that he would be in a place like this at the end of the day. It seemed to be a big building, a facility of some kind. At least it once had been. It was quickly being reduced to black ruins and ashes under the greedy feasting of the hungry flames.
From the look of it, it seemed as if the facility was top secret. Maybe even belonging to the government. It was enclosed within high fences with barbed wire on top. Alex wasn’t really sure how exactly the other guys had managed to break into the area either. Come to think of it, it seemed highly unlikely that they would be able to gain entrance at all. That is, not if the security system had been wired to the main building, which was facing its last days as a recognizable structure.
Or maybe the people he was now blindly following, being left with no other choice, were of some very questionable background. Most likely they were criminals. But they didn’t act like criminals. Not at all. If they were the top criminals they needed to be to get into a top security facility like this, he didn’t know how they managed to keep themselves from getting caught. Looking at the people running towards the burning inferno, Alex couldn’t exactly claim that they were subtle.
Max was the most obvious of them all. His advance was narrow-minded and frantic. He was running towards the burning building like he had a death wish. Alex let his eyes travel further, lingering at Isabel.
Isabel. He couldn’t deny that he felt drawn to her. There was something there, but after this completely insane turn of events, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to spend another second in the same room with her ever again. For not the first time, and he guessed not the last time either, he wondered what these people had gotten themselves involved in.
He could not see Maria any longer. She had disappeared somewhere in the smoke. Somehow she seemed different than the others. Even though she was working as an integrated part in the group, she was different. She was an outsider of some kind.
He took a few uncertain steps forward, not debating whether he should follow them, leave as fast as he could, or just stay where he was. Where were all the people? Shouldn’t there be other people here, running around, and at least trying to put out the fire? There should be fire brigades or something, and yet the area seemed deserted.
He watched as Isabel reached out with her arm and snatched Max backwards just a couple of feet from running into the fire, and somewhat dazed he wondered what Max thought was inside that building that was so precious that he would risk his life to get it out. Before he had the chance to finish that trail of thought, a new thought hit him with a cold and violent tremor.
Did Max think that Liz was in there?
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Were they slowing down?
Alex watched the car in front of him drove off the road and stop.
Why were they stopping?
A feeling of cold insecurity spread inside of him, when he was suddenly faced with a frightening decision to be made. Should he keep going or should he stop the car and confront them?
They hadn’t let him come along with them when they had decided to leave Liz’s apartment. He knew that they were going to search for her, and he wanted to help. That’s what he’d told them. They were, on the other hand, not open to the idea of him participating. It had actually been more or less obvious from the beginning that he was intruding, so he was really pushing it to ask them to be a part of their highly secret search unit.
Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should have looked for Liz on his own. The problem was that he didn’t have the slightest clue to where to begin the search. He had already called Mr. Parker, who still believed that Liz was in Roswell, New Mexico. Alex had to tell a white lie, saying that nothing was wrong. He didn’t want to upset Mr. Parker for no reason. He didn’t want to tell him that Liz’s boss, Mr. Smith, hadn’t heard from Liz in five days. Mr. Smith hadn’t seen Liz since he sent her to work on a new project downtown. Then there was the bizarre information that Mr. Smith had given Alex about his other employee, Liz’s colleague, who also gone missing at about the same time. Maybe he and Liz had gone on some romantic getaway. Maybe Liz just finally wanted to take some time off without any planning ahead and without informing anyone. Just escaping all her duties and responsibilities.
But then there were Liz’s new friends, who were acting really weird. Alex had the strong feeling that they knew a lot more about Liz’s absence than they were saying; that they might even know where she was, or at least where to look for her.
This suspicious feeling was what made Alex follow the others’ car when they hurriedly left the apartment in New York and drove out into the wilderness. Now he was no longer sure that he was doing the right thing. He could still pull out of this. He could just continue past them. But instead he found himself steering his car off the road and slowly easing on the brakes. The need to find his friend and to know what was going on had apparently won over his rational thoughts.
The car slowed down until it came to a complete halt. Slowly, he reached out with his hand and killed the engine. Then he waited.
It felt like several minutes, hours even, passed before the front door opened, closely followed by the passenger door opening and the door behind it. He was still sitting in his seat, seatbelt on, when three figures stepped out of the car. Isabel, and the rude guy, rounded the car and came to stand next to Max. Maria came out last. They lined up beside each other with Maria slightly behind the others and he looked up to meet their eyes. Once again he found himself wondering what he had been thinking when he had decided to follow them…
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“Max! Stop it!”
Max vaguely registered that someone was pulling him backwards and he instinctively fought against the restraint.
“Max! Listen to me! You can’t go in there! Are you crazy? You could die! You
will die!!”
“Liz is in there!” Max cried out and pulled himself free from his sister’s hold.
“No! Max!!” Isabel went after him again, “
Michael!!”
Obviously, Michael had been close by, because he appeared at the exact moment of her frantic cry. He caught hold of Max and held his struggling body in a tight grip.
“Maxwell! She’s dead, Max! If she were in there, she’s dead!”
“
Nooo!!” Max cried out.
The warmth was billowing around them and Isabel worriedly looked up. They were standing too close. Walls could fall on them. Windows could explode as a result of the fire. The whole building could explode.
“Damnit Max!” Michael shouted.
“Michael, we have to get away from here!!” Isabel screamed with desperation.
“Liz is alive. I can feel her,” Max murmured.
He and Michael were more or less involved in a fight right now. Michael was trying his best to hold Max back and even had to get help from some non-human abilities, since Max was working hard to get loose. Michael might be taller than Max, but Max was stronger and it seemed as if some unknown power had taken a hold of him.
“Isabel! You gotta help me with him!!” Michael shouted breathlessly.
Isabel instantaneously took a hold of her brother’s arm and summed all the strength that she could muster.
“No, you’re letting her die! You’re letting her
die!!” Max screamed.
“If she’s still in there she won’t make it out of there alive. There is no use for you to run in there straight towards your death!” Michael yelled and pulled harder.
His efforts were wasted though, when he felt Max’s resistance end. Going from an inhuman maximum to nothing in the matter of a nanosecond. Isabel lunged forward when Max suddenly stopped trying to move into the other direction towards the burning building. Neither Isabel nor Michael felt the need to at the moment investigate further why Max had stopped resisting them. They barely had the chance to be relieved that he seemed to have come to his senses. Their main concern was to get all of them out of there before the whole thing exploded.
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Alex’s hand trembled as he grabbed the door handle to yank the door open and he silently cursed himself for being such a wimp. They wouldn’t do anything to him. Would they? He was Liz’s friend. They wouldn’t do anything that could hurt Liz, directly or indirectly. Right…?
His legs were shaking as they made contact with the ground. He slowly straightened up and took a deep breath before meeting their eyes. He quickly came to the decision to focus his eyes more on Isabel than the other two. Max and Michael were just downright scary. They gave a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘intimidating’.
He was expecting them to say something, but it seemed as if he was supposed to be the one to utter the first word.
“Um… hey,” he said, trying to sound casual. He winced at the hysterical cheerful note the words were really spoken in.
“Cut the crap,” Michael said. Alex stared at him, getting increasingly convinced that it had been a mistake to step out of bed this morning.
“Okay,” he squeaked. It was intended as a calm agreement.
“We both know that you’ve been following us,” Michael continued, pushing out the words through clenched teeth, “Why?”
“I…I…” Alex stuttered nervously, suddenly not remembering at all the answer to that question.
“I would suggest that you turn your car around and forget about this,” Max said. His voice was frightening cold and calm. Alex let his eyes drift to Isabel’s face. What he saw reflect on her face before she regained her mask of stone was enough to help him to regain his footing. Isabel was scared. Maybe just as scared as he was. Maybe even more so. Why was she afraid?
“What are you doing out here?” Alex asked, giving himself a mental pat on the back for not letting his voice tremble. He actually sounded pretty calm and collected.
“I suggest you turn around now,” Max said, making it sound as far away from a suggestion as possible.
“You know where Liz is, don’t you?” Alex asked.
“Hey buddy,” Michael said, his voice not sounding very friendly, “Trust me, you don’t want to find out what we will do to you if you don’t get into that car of yours and drive back to where you came from.”
As Michael took an intimidating step forward, Alex involuntarily took one backwards. His mind was working with high speed, trying to come up with something to get him out of this,
without getting into his car and just turn around. He needed to know what had happened to his friend. He had been Liz’s only friend for so long and she had been a great friend to him too. He had strong brotherly feelings towards her. He wanted to protect her in any way that he could. If someone had hurt Liz, he would hurt them. No one was allowed to hurt Liz in any way.
Taking a deep breath, and mentally preparing himself for the blow, he spoke, “What is “nîmra”?”
“
What?!” Michael exclaimed. His body was suddenly in movement, moving towards Alex. But Isabel stopped him.
“Where have you heard that?! How do you know about that word?!”
“Michael! No!” Isabel cried. It was difficult to restrain his strong body.
“While you were in Liz’s bedroom, discussing whatever conspiracy you’re involved with, I started to go through Liz’s encyclopedia. Then I powered up her computer and began searching the net.” He took a deep breath while assessing the expressions on the persons in front of him. “The word doesn’t exist. Never has.”
He could see Isabel pale. She looked like she was about to faint. Letting his eyes drift from the first person to the next, Max didn’t look so healthy either. Maria was looking shell-shocked, her eyes drifting to Max. The only one with color in his face was Michael, who was red with anger.
“At least not on Earth…”
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Suddenly he felt a shift in the air. It hit him like a violent tidal wave, leaving him gasping for air. Isabel came to an abrupt halt beside him, eyeing him worriedly.
“Max?” His pale complexion worried her and for a second she was worried that he might faint. She took a hold of his arm and yanked it to get his attention. “Max!”
“She’s here”, Max mumbled.
Isabel’s eyes widened and she caught Michael’s equal expression.
“Can you feel her?” Isabel asked.
“Yes,” Max breathed. His reply was barely audible in the hostile sparkles of the fire eating away at the building in the background.
Then there was movement. He was out of Isabel’s hands before she had the chance to react.
“Where’s he…” Isabel began, only to be cut off by Michael’s loud shout.
“Max!”
Michael went after Max and reached him as he stumbled to his knees. Smoke was now surrounding them, thick and impenetrable, creeping up from all sides, making it almost impossible to see more than a few feet ahead.
“Max,” Michael coughed his name as he crouched down and took a hold of Max’s arm, intending to pull him up and get him out of there, when the figure of another person appeared in the smoke.
Liz.
TBC...