Title: Driven Under
Author: ChrissyP47
Rating: Adult
Catagory: Kyle centric with Kyle/Tess and implied CC.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. UPN or the WB or FOX or someone owns Roswell and I am just borrowing it for the time being and shall return it safe and sound. I promise not to give it too much candy or make it stay up late.
Author's Notes: Anyone miss me?
Anyone remember me more importantly? It's been about a year since I've been back on fanatics, maybe longer, I don't remember now, but I had to come back. Well, not really come back, but complete this fic. It's been done for months now and just sitting on my hard drive. I got two parts from the ending and just flaked and I apologize to anyone left on the board who was reading it. I really didn't mean to just disappear like that, I won't be disappearing now. The fic is done and Kath might kill me if I don't get this thing posted and done with. So here goes.
For everyone joining this story that had not read any of it before, this story is not an easy read. It's rated Adult for a reason. If you are uncomfortable with adult themes, don't read. It's more than just the sex, it's dark, its angsty and it is very adult. So I am just forewarning now so that it hopefully won't come as much of a shock.
I'm going to try and update a part a day til it's done. I'm going to be losing internet soon so as long as I get over to my friends house everyday it'll be updated every day. Otherwise every other day. The fic is 12 parts long, plus an epilogue, so this'll be a short ride.
So everyone kick back, take off your shoes and just hang on.
Comments are appreciated, but not required. Constructive critizism is *always* welcome. I'm tough, I won't break, I promise.
Alright, here we go.
Part 1
Kyle stuffed his books in his locker as quickly as possible. The worst part about winter vacation was going back to school afterwards. Kyle had already forgotten to do one of his vacation assignments, not to mention since he blew off studying he failed his English pop quiz. Mr. Siles was a sadist, known for giving tests right after winter break. Kyle had forgotten that little piece of information.
Now if he didn’t hurry and get his books he needed it was going to be late to the court for practice. He had already been held up enough by Ms. Ingle, who decided to lecture him on how he needed to be taking better notes in class or he would fail out of Chemistry. Kyle was going to have to go buy something for Liz and bribe her to tutor him.
Kyle slammed his locker shut and was about to book it to the gym when he heard a soft voice call out to him.
“Kyle!”
Kyle spun around to see Tess running to catch up with him.
“I am so glad I found you.” Tess said with the little half smile he was growing to enjoy. “We’re having a meeting right after school today to discuss some things and plan for Ms. Deluca’s birthday.”
“You’re kidding right?” Kyle replied rubbing his forehead. “I have practice from now till four.”
“Oh. Well.” Tess looked down at her watch and then looked back up at him. Her bright blue eyes shining brilliantly for him. “It’s two right now. Just meet us over there then and I’ll promise to give you the notes.” She winked at him before walking off.
Kyle just stared at her for a moment, watching the way her hips gave a little sway as she glided down the hallway. He knew he was going to be in so much trouble for being late for practice, but it would be worth it just to watch Tess for a few more seconds.
He finally gave up after Christmas. He could no longer deny the fact that he was falling for Tess. Sure she was part Martian and that she was ‘destined’ to be with Max. That didn’t even matter to Kyle anymore. He loved the way she had started blaring the Spice Girls throughout the whole house every Saturday when she cleaned. He also loved the way that she always seemed to sleep in his old jersey now. Whether she meant to or not, wearing that shirt made Kyle very possessive of her. If only Kyle could stop falling for girls that were after Evans he would be set.
“Hey Valenti! Move it! We’re already late for practice!” Kyle heard one of the guys yelling to him.
Kyle took one last look at his alien princess walking away before heading to practice.
*****
Kyle grabbed his towel off the chair and started wiping the sweat off his forehead. The coach had worked them really hard during practice, especially Kyle and Pauley for being late. Kyle took a drink from his water bottle and nearly groaned when he heard his coach call out to him.
“Yes, Mr. Griffins?” Kyle responded, restraining the urge to just roll his eyes.
“Look Valenti, just because you’re captain doesn’t mean you get to be late to practice. Nor does it mean I’m going to start you every game do you understand me?”
“Yes.” Kyle replied taking the seriousness in his coach’s voice for all it’s worth.
“Now Kyle, you are a good kid and a top athlete. I know you are only a Junior, but we have state finals soon and the scouts are going to be there. This could be your ticket out of Roswell, Kyle. Play well and you will be looking at some pretty good college scholarships.”
Kyle nodded taking in every word being said.
“This is your chance. Your future. Don’t do anything to mess it up.”
With that his coach slapped him on the back and waved him off to go shower. Kyle grabbed his things and took off as fast as he could. All he wanted to do was get to that meeting. He wanted to tell his dad that he actually had a shot to go to college now. Maybe for once his father would be proud of what he accomplished in school.
*****
Kyle tore up the flight of stairs to Michael’s apartment. Everyone’s cars were still parked out front so he still knew they were all there. For once Kyle was actually excited. Things seemed to be brightening up for him. He couldn’t wait to see the look on his dad’s face when he told him that there was a chance he could be getting a scholarship to a top university. It seemed a little surreal, but Kyle knew he had earned this.
Reaching Michael’s apartment door, Kyle knocked on it and the door opened a crack. Obviously the door wasn’t locked, or shut all the way. That seemed a little risky and unlike his overly anal friends when it came to protection.
“Did someone forget to lock the door?” Kyle said poking his head into the living room.
Everything was really dark in the apartment making it really hard for Kyle to see where he was going.
“Ok, I know you are all here, I saw the cars parked outside. Now come out wherever you are.” Kyle said, a slight laugh in his tone.
He walked across the apartment until he found the lamp and flipped it on. When he turned back around the sight before him would forever be burned in his mind. Kyle couldn’t even make out what he was looking at. All he saw was torn clothes and blood. Lots and lots of blood.
Kyle stumbled on the ground and fell down to one of the bodies trying to recognize it. Praying silently that he was the enemy. That there had been a battle and everyone made it out safe. That they were just hiding.
He tried to make out the first one he came to, but it was difficult, there was so much blood. Kyle swallowed and took in a deep breath, forcing the bile back down in his throat. Something shiny was reflecting near him and he bent forward to look at it. On the body he was touching there was a silver star pinned on it.
A silver star.
Kyle jumped back and fell over another body. This one clearly had blond curly hair that was now tainted with it’s own crimson blood.
“Dad… Tess…”
There were eight bodies scattered around him, his eight friends and family had been meeting together.
“No damn it!” Kyle screamed out. He refused to believe what was right in front of him. Kyle crawled along the floor until he came into the kitchen. His hands were coated in red blood and were making prints along the tile of the floor. He reached up for the phone and pulled it close to him while he pushed himself into a corner. Out of sight of the bodies. He didn’t want to look at them anymore.
With shaky fingers he dialed three digits and waited.
“911 What is your emergency?”
“Help…” Kyle whispered into the phone, not trusting his voice anymore.
“Hello? Is someone there?”
“Help.” Kyle said a little louder. “My friends… my family… there is so much blood.”
“Ok sir I am sending an ambulance to where you are right now. I need you to tell me what happened.”
Kyle wiped at his eyes where tears were starting to form. Blood smeared onto his face and into his hair. Kyle wasn’t even sure whose blood it was. Was it Tess’s or was it his father’s? It could be someone else’s too. Maybe Michael’s?
The thoughts were morbid, but Kyle couldn’t push them away. He felt sick and all he wanted to do was throw up or pass out.
“Sir please.”
“I… I don’t know what happened… I found my friends… in blood.”
“Ok, are they alive? Are the conscious?”
“I don’t know.” Kyle replied staring down at his hands. “I’m in the kitchen.”
“I need you to go take their pulse. You need to see if they are still alive and breathing. Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah…” Kyle said softly. He wasn’t sure he was going to be able to do this, but he had to try. He crawled back over to Tess’s body. She looked so small, laying on the floor, her body cut in different places. Bruises lined her jaw, arms and legs.
Kyle brushed a strand of her hair away from her face and found himself looking into two very dead blue eyes. There wasn’t any movement at all. The pair just stared at him, crying out for help.
“I… she’s dead.” Kyle said into the receiver, but it was mostly to himself. “God Tess I’m sorry. I can’t save you.” He said again.
“Sir… sir… please get out of the way.”
Kyle didn’t feel himself being picked up by the paramedics, or how he backed himself into the wall. The phone slipped from his hands and he no longer cared about the woman who had been on the other end.
“Did you find them all like this?” One of the women paramedics asked him.
“I found them…” Kyle answered, not really sure what he was saying anymore.
“Damn it Roberts, get a police car here. This kid is in shock. I think he found them like this… kid are you with me… kid…”
“Kid…”
Kyle looked up and noticed he was no longer in Michael’s apartment, but seated in a waiting chair at the hospital.
“I’m Doctor Mills and this is Deputy Hanson. I believe you know him.”
Kyle just nodded not real sure how to reply. He wasn’t even sure how he had gotten to the hospital.
“Kyle… I know this isn’t easy for you. But we really need to know what happened to your friends and your father. Did you find them in Michael’s apartment?”
Kyle nodded again, rubbing at his fingers. They looked stained now. With Tess’s blood he now knew for sure. It would probably never fully wear off.
“Were any of them alive when you got there?”
Kyle shook his head no.
He was trying to concentrate on what else the deputy was asking him, but he kept hearing a woman yelling behind him.
“I got a call to come here, something about my daughter being injured, now I want to know what the hell is going on!”
“I’m sorry miss, but I need you to sit down and wait.” The nurse replied.
“I will not sit and wait!” The woman cried out.
Kyle got up from his seat, ignoring the deputy and the doctor’s questions to him. He approached the woman and lightly tapped her on the shoulder.
“Ms. Deluca?”
“Kyle, Jesus, are you here about Maria? Do you know what happened to her? Do you…?” She stopped in mid question and as Kyle watched the path of her eyes scanning over his body he knew why. Kyle was practically covered in blood from crawling over the bodies that had lain in the apartment.
“Kyle… please… what…” Amy didn’t finish before she burst into tears.
“Amy! God, what are you doing here? We got a call about Liz and…” The Parkers ran over to them. Their eyes fell on Kyle who was standing dumbfounded near the crying Amy Deluca.
“Kyle what happened?” Mr. Parker asked. Kyle noticed the tears in the parent’s eyes and he wasn’t sure how to respond. His brain was still trying to process what had happened, it hadn’t quite set in yet.
“Kyle, come here, we still have some questions for you to answer.” Hanson said, trying to pull him away.
“No!” Jeff Parker yelled grabbing a hold of Kyle to keep him from moving. Kyle didn’t even bother to fight the hold he had on him.
“What happened to our daughters?”
Kyle looked for the words to form the answer to that question when he saw the Evans followed by the Whitman’s coming into the waiting room.
“Oh dear Amy!” Mrs. Whitman said running up to the frantic Ms. Deluca who was still unable to stop crying.
“What the hell is going on here?” Mr. Evans yelled out and Kyle just started screaming. He couldn’t stop. He threw his hands over his ears to block out the sound of the parents and of the hospital. Kyle’s eyes flew shut as he tried to blank out the image of his friends laying dead in front of him.
Mr. Parker must have released his hold on him, because in the middle of his screaming, Kyle had been pulled away by Hanson and set down in a waiting room chair.
“Kyle we need you to calm down ok? A nurse went to go get you something to drink and then I really need you to focus with me.”
Kyle heard what sounded like screaming and then crying coming from where he just was.
“Did someone tell them?” Kyle asked in a whisper, his eyes still shut tight.
“Yes.” Hanson replied.
“Are my friends really dead? Is my father really gone?” Kyle could hear the hope in his own voice. He knew he had seen their dead bodies, but he was still hoping for a miracle.
“Yes.”
With that one word, Kyle felt his world crumble. Tears fell down his face fast and he just shook his head trying to block the world out.
“I’ll give you a few minutes to yourself.” Hanson told him, but Kyle only vaguely heard him.
He tried taking in deep breaths, but nothing was working to calm him down. The sick feeling returned and Kyle’s eyes shot open. He felt weak and his stomach hurt. Without even thinking he got up and ran to the bathroom, throwing up as soon as he reached one of the toilets. He couldn’t stop emptying his stomach.
A doctor must have seen him go in, because there was someone rubbing his back trying to help him. Not that it did any good. Moments later, which felt like years, he finally stopped and went to stand up. The doctor tried to help him, but a wave of dizziness passed through Kyle. Then everything went black.
*****
“I don’t want you disturbing him right now. He’s been through enough don’t you think?”
Voices were starting to surface in the background, but they were still as foreign as his surroundings. Kyle knew he was in a bed, but his body hurt too much to open his eyes and make contact with the voices near him.
“No I completely agree. I was a friend of Kyle’s father. I’ve known Kyle for a long time. I know he needs his rest, but I have my orders. I need a statement from him and I need to bring him down to the station. He saw the crime scene and he knows all those kids. I need to know what happened to them.”
Kyle’s eyes darted back and forth behind his eyelids. The past few hours were catching up to him and the remembrance of what happened ran through is memory. His fists clenched and unclenched as a flash ran through him, something he was unaccustomed too.
// Flash //
“Kid… come on kid, stay with me here. Roberts where are the damn cops?” The paramedic yelled.
“They are on their way. I told them what we arrived to. Should we pack up all the bodies?” The male paramedic asked.
“No. We have to leave them, they are already dead and this is a crime scene. Wait until the police get here. They know what to do in these situations though. Let’s put this kid in the ambulance though, as soon as the deputy shows up we can get him to the hospital. Poor kid, I can’t even imagine walking in on this mess.”
// Flash //
Kyle’s eyes shot open. He hadn’t remembered what happened to him before he got to the hospital, but now he had a glimpse of it. A crime scene. His mind tried to focus as he realized that’s exactly what Michael’s apartment had become. A crime scene, like in all the murder movies. Bodies everywhere, covered in blood. Carpets stained in crimson. Eventually the bodies would be removed, no longer needed since they were no longer people. Chalk outlines would lie across the floor. Everything tagged and fingerprints taken. Kyle had seen nearly every murder mystery movie ever made, he knew what would happen by heart, could practically see what Michael’s apartment would look like in his head. The part that made the visual so hard was that this time it was real.
“You’re awake.”
Deputy Hanson walked over to the bed and stood next to Kyle looking down at him. “How are you doing son?”
How the fuck do you think I am? My closest friends and my father were just murdered?
“Fine.” He replied in monotone.
“Kyle.” He started. Kyle could hear by the tone of his voice that he was trying to be sincere and sympathetic. It wasn’t working.
“I know this has been a rough night for you, but as soon as you are feeling better I need you to come down to the station with me and answer a few questions. Do you think you can do that?”
Kyle didn’t want to answer any questions. He didn’t even want to think about what happened. As far as he was concerned it was all a very bad dream that he would wake up from soon. The look in the deputy’s eyes let him know that he really had no choice and was going to need to answer the questions anyway.
“Sure.” Kyle replied, not saying anything else to him.
“Alright, doctor, I’m going to take him down to the station right now, so the detectives that came in can question him.”
Detectives?
The next ten minutes were a blur for Kyle as the doctor checked to make sure if he was all right and then he had to change back into his normal clothes. The next thing he knew, the deputy and three other officers were escorting him out of the room and keeping a tight hold on him. It almost seemed like they were afraid he would get away.
“What the hell is going on?”
Kyle heard shouting coming from near him, but he just kept his head down and kept walking.
“Unhand me! Where are you taking that boy?”
“Ma’am, please calm down. The other officers are taking him in for questioning. Nothing serious. Why don’t you go sit back down?”
“I will not sit down!”
Kyle shot a glance over and saw a tearful Amy Deluca yelling at one of the many officers. All he wanted to do was run over to her and cry with her, but he wasn’t being given that luxury.
Kyle felt himself being pulled in another direction away from where she was. More crying was heard near him, but he refused to look up this time. He didn’t want to see the pain and sorrow in the other families’ eyes. He just wouldn’t be able to bear it. Not now, and possibly not ever.
“Just keep walking Kyle, we are almost out of the hospital.” Deputy Hanson said into Kyle’s ear.
There were mumbled voices near him and another cop with one of the parents. Kyle didn’t know who it was until the voices raised.
“That bastard saw my daughter die and I want to know where the fuck he is going? No one is answering my god damn questions! I want to know what happened to my daughter!”
Kyle rubbed at his eyes to keep tears from falling. At the sound of Mr. Parker’s voice, Kyle’s mind flashed on the image of Liz dead on the floor. Her body broken and lain nearly on top of Max. He wondered, with a new found morbid curiosity, who died first? Did Liz die first and Max died holding her in his arms, or did Max die, causing Liz incredible pain before her life was taken? Was it quick, did they feel pain?
He clutched his head as he was physically dragged through the doors of the hospital and shoved into the back of one of the squad cars. Imagines of his friend’s dead haunting him the whole trip to the station.
*****
There was a piece of paper sitting in the middle of the brown desk. It was white with nothing written on it. Just blank, which he found to be sad. The poor piece of paper was useless. It had yet to find its purpose in life. That’s why it was still unmarred with ink. The insignificant piece of paper just laid there, mocking him in it’s hopelessness. It was almost like a mirror, reflecting his own blank expression.
Kyle couldn’t take his eyes off the paper. He wasn’t even sure where he was, all he knew was the paper in front of him was trying to tell him something about himself. Was it that he himself was now as worthless as the paper? Or was it that no one had a use for him now that he had nothing displayed on his features? It was a puzzle Kyle was determined to discover. In the back of his mind though he knew he was supposed to be doing something else, something important.
“Kyle!”
His eyes snapped up, breaking his staring contest with the paper. Reality slammed into him when he saw the detectives staring at him, and the deputy behind him trying to be as uninvolved as possible.
“Kyle we need you to answer these questions. The sooner you do the sooner we’ll be done.” One of the detectives said to him. The man appeared to be in his forties from what Kyle could guess. He was always bad with guessing people’s ages.
“Ok.” He forced himself to reply.
“Alright. Now, when you reached the apartment, was there anyone in there, other than the deceased?”
Kyle shook his head no.
“Ok, did you see anyone leaving the apartment or the building when you got there?” The other detective asked. He looked about in his late twenties. He had short blond hair and bright blue eyes that were calling to Kyle.
“Her eyes were always so blue.” Kyle mumbled, losing his train of thoughts again.
“Whose eyes?” The twenty-year old asked.
“So blue.”
“Kyle focus.” The older detective said, snapping his fingers right in front of Kyle’s face to get his attention. Kyle had visions of taking those two fingers and snapping them right off his hand. It would be easy too, and real quick. Then he could see the red again, the red that had covered his friend’s bodies.
“Did you notice anyone leaving the apartment when you got there?”
Kyle shook his head no and slouched back in his seat.
“What were you and your friends meeting there? And why was your father attending this group activity with teenagers?”
“We…” Kyle felt his voice squeaking, he would kill for a glass of water. Kill. Killing. Dead.
“Amy Deluca. Maria’s mom. Her birthday is coming up. My dad had a thing for her. We… we were getting together to plan her party.”
“Kyle why weren’t you in attendance at this group meeting?” The older detective asked him. He was looking at Kyle strangely and Kyle didn’t like it. The look was making him uneasy.
“Practice.” Kyle coughed out. “I had basketball practice.”
“Alright, this is enough.” Deputy Hanson finally spoke out. “Can I please let him go? You’ve got your statements for him, he needs to just get out of here for awhile.”
“Kyle.” The older detective leaned across the table to look at him. He had this funny scar on his forehead, Kyle wondered how he had gotten it. Was he shot at in a near death experience? Did he almost bleed to death from the simple wound that forever left him with a scar?
“We’re going to speak to the deputy out in the hall, you just sit in here for a few minutes.”
He nodded again and watched the three men disappear behind the door. Kyle couldn’t make out the words, but he heard yelling from what sounded like Deputy Hanson. Then new voices added into the mix as the heated discussion fueled forward. Kyle wished he could hear what they were saying better, it might have helped to take his mind off the fact that he was sitting in his father’s office.
No. Kyle berated himself. It was my father’s office. He’s dead now or did you already forget that.
Kyle rubbed at his head, trying to get the voices to stop. The door behind him creaked open and Deputy Hanson came into the room. Just him by himself and he let the door shut slowly behind him.
“Kyle…” He started, but Kyle cut him off quickly.
“Can I go home please? Or just somewhere? I don’t want to be here anymore.”
“I’m afraid I can’t let you go. The detectives want to keep you here, just over night.”
The deputy kept explaining to Kyle about staying at the station and rambling about how it wouldn’t be for long. How the detectives had some more investigating to do and wanted to keep him close by. Kyle wasn’t stupid, he was able to read between the lines.
“They think I had something to do with my friends dying don’t they? Don’t lie to me. They think I did this?” Kyle snapped.
“It’s not that you are a suspect. They just need to check out your story. It would be best that you aren’t alone anyway Kyle. We’ll keep you here tonight and in the morning you’ll be able to go back home.”
What was home now? Kyle wondered. He couldn’t stay in his house for very long, with his dad gone he couldn’t pay for it. The future that was so clear moments before arriving to Michael’s apartment was now a void. There was nothing there now, just uncertainty.
*****
The wool was itchy and hurt his face, but the scratchy blanket kept him bathed in darkness as Kyle lay with his back on the cot in the jail cell. He was trying to get his mind to shut down so he could get some sleep, but it was nearly impossible. Not when all he could think about was the detectives thinking he had been responsible for the murder of his whole family. Thinking on it made his stomach hurt and his eyes burn.
Kyle pulled the blanket tighter on him, trying to keep warm. All he wanted to do was fall asleep and never wake up. Sometimes he just wasn’t lucky though.
“Kyle you can leave now.” Deputy Hanson said disturbing him as he opened up the cell.
“What time is it?” Kyle asked, throwing the blanket off his face.
“Nearly noon.” A different voice said from behind him. Kyle sat up and looked right into the eyes of Amy Deluca.
“My heaven’s what have these people done to you. Come on Kyle. I’m taking you back to my house so you can get some rest.” Amy said grabbing his hand.
“But… I…” Kyle started, but Amy silenced him with her finger.
“We can talk later.”
Kyle just nodded, just thankful to have someone coming to his rescue.
They walked steadily through the main office of the station. Kyle didn’t notice until a light flashed in his face that the entire room was crawling with reporters. They all started shouting questions at him and Amy. Other officers were pushing them back as Amy continued to drag him through the mess, till they were outside and in the safety of her car.
Nothing was said, as they rode in silence back to Ms. Deluca’s house. They didn’t even say anything when they got inside. Amy just led him back into one of the bedrooms. It looked like it hadn’t been used in awhile, so Kyle figured it was a guest room. Without a word, Amy led him to the bed and Kyle crawled into the center of it. He felt her place a soft cotton blanket over his body, right before he drifted into sleep.
TBC....[/b]
I'll probably be done with this by the end of the week, or maybe I'll prolong it a little for torture.