Roswell Fanatics

Title: A Fatal Love Story

Diclaimer: I do not own any of the roswell characters from either Melinda Metz's books or Jason Katim's series but I do own characters from my imagination which aren't in the books or the show of Roswell.

Summary: A 23 yr old divorcee Liz Parker finds herself in another world after a fatal chase from alien hunters only to have her world turned upside down..

Rating: ADULT

Category: Focuses mostly on Max/Liz, a little bit of Liz/Nigel to begin with.

Author's note: I had a dream one night and my fingers were itching to write. I also thought it would be great to portray Max in a different light and only want to really focus on Max and Liz in this story. This is also my first fanfic, so I'm going to try my best to impress.

Hope you guys enjoy this fanfic.
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Part one..
LIZ'S POV

A year ago..

"Tell me that you love me?". My voice trembles as I look at my husband of two years sitting in the passenger seat of my black chevy Impala. He opened his lips and paused. My hand grips the steering wheel tighter, outside is lashing with rain and the windows of my car is steaming up. Our breaths mingle and fog the glasses, heating up the atmosphere.
I don't know whether I've made the biggest mistake of my life or not. I've told him. Yep, I've told my husband my biggest secret ever and he's not responding or taking too long to respond.
And it was October. The month of the monsters. I hated Halloween. Always did and Always will. Why oh Why did I choose this month to reveal my darkest secret to the man I was married to?
His once dark blue eyes are now a misty grey and his face was rigid with a blank expression. He refused to look at me. That man who enticed me, woeed me and won me over in University now was refusing to look at me and tell me it was going to me okay.

That he still loved me and nothing would change that. "Nigel why don't you say something?".

He then looks at me like he doesn't even know me. My heart skips a beat. I'm scared. I hate that look. I want him to stop looking at me like that. "Liz....I can't." He stammers. "I can't tell you how much I love you because...."

"Because why?". I plead, demanding the answer from him. He's not going to leave me, I convince myself. He can't. He promised on our wedding day that he'll stand by my side forever no matter what. How could he forget those wedding vows? Our wedding vows.

"Because I can't love an alien." He tells me and my world crashes down. I stop breathing for a second. He continues. "I'm human and you're an alien. We're not meant to be." He stated, I looked away in shock.
"Liz, think about it." He added. "If we stay together, our relationship won't be normal. Our children won't be normal, they'd be hybrids." He tried to reason.

"Shut up." I snapped. "Don't you think I know that?". I asked him, tears silently falling from my eyes.

"Liz, you should have told me before otherwise I wouldn't have-" Nigel was about to say but I cut him off.

"Otherwise you wouldn't have married me and you would have dumped me!". I yell. "How could you be so shallow?!".

"Sorry Liz, I have to end this relationship. It's not going to go anywhere." Nigel blankly tells me and I shut my eyes close, sqeezing more tears out from my eyes.

I almost choke on my tears. There was it. My fairytale married life was over. Shattered completely.

"Goodbye Liz." Nigel says before opening the door, stepping out into the cold angry rain and shutting the door before running away. He's gone.

He's left me forever....

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It's been a year since Nigel left me. I stayed back in Boston and was now living with my best friend Maria and her husband Micheal Guerin whose also another great friend of mine. They didn't mind me staying with them. Infact they were so sweet enough to take me in while I was going through the trauma of being divorced. They helped me with everything, starting my own career and living again.
Because of my friends, I realised I didn't need a Nigel or anyone else to be happy. I didn't need a ring on my finger but I wanted a ring on my finger. I'm a singer and so is Maria. That's how we met. I remember meeting her in my manager's office when she wanted us to record a song together. The image we both portray to the media, everyone and our fans, is the strong willed sexy sassy woman admired by all. And I was content with the idea of hot guys wanting to be with me. It made me feel human.
Micheal and Kyle along with Isabel were also aliens too. I knew Micheal and Kyle during our time of High school. Us three were best friends. Heidi was also another best friend of mine until she died in a car crash...Isabel was her cousin and the pair with a couple of boys had been joyriding, sadly my best friend died but I gained another best friend. Isabel Evans.
She didn't replace Heidi but she made up for that lost time which I would have spent with Heidi. Like me, Isabel Evans was the only child in the family and surprisingly she too was an alien so we had that in common. Alex Whitman, who wasn't an alien but my fellow cousin had a thing for Isabel Evans the moment he saw her. I always wanted to see them together, and I did when they were dating. But soon enough, Isabel broke Alex's heart by agreeing to marry Jesse Ramairez, some guy who works at her father's firm.
It put a strain to our friendship because Alex was the sweetest guy on earth who wouldn't hurt a fly. She used him, broke him and corrupted him. Now Alex was sleeping around like one of those promiscuos playboys who just didn't give a damn. He even accepted her being an alien, something I wished Nigel would have done yet Isabel left Alex for someone richer. It broke my heart seeing Alex using sex as a game, sleeping with sluts and ruining his own fairytale world.
I always grew up with the fairytale image in my head. As a young child, my grandmother would narrate disney stories to me and I would imagine my Prince Charming sweeping me off my feet. I hoped everyone met their soulmate, as my grandmother had put it. Maria and Micheal were the only happiest couple I have ever known and I always prayed for their union for eternity. Watching them being a couple gave me hope, atleast there's someone out there waiting for me. My soulmate....

"LIZ!?". Aunt Amy called from up the stairs. I almost jumped up at hearing her sqeaky voice. Maria's mother had a very different voice from her daughter and Liz knew that Amy could never compete with her daughter in a singing match. "Dinner's ready!".

And yet, Maria's mother was an excellent cook, a trait that Maria didn't have. I smiled and closed the journal before putting it away under my pillow. I felt like a teenager all over again. "Coming Aunt Amy!". I hollered, putting the pen in my drawer before sliding out of my huge four poster bed.

The smell of linguini made my mouth water and was one of my favourite Italian dishes. Aunt Amy sure knew how to cheer me up I thought, walking out of the room almost forgetting for a moment that today was the one year anniversary that Nigel had left me...

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Part 2

Liz's POV

After taking the usual shower and getting changed, I dry my hair with my towel before opening the door. I was surprised as Kyle stood before me with his hand raised, almost about to knock the door. "Hey Kyle." I greet him. "How's it going?".

"Not good." He stated, bringing his hand down and lowering his eyes. "You okay anyway?".

I smiled and made way for him to step into my room. "Come on in." I tell him and he walks in before sitting quietly on the bed. I shut the door and watch him for a while. He seems worried and unsure about something. I could tell by looking at his face that he was being affected by something.

"What's wrong?". I murmer, walking towards him and sitting besides him before taking his hand in mine. My relationship with Kyle was purely platonic. We were always comfortable around each other and always treated each other like family. Heck, he was my family. He was the first one I knew and could trust from my childhood upto now.

"I don't think this is a good idea." He says, slowely looking into my eyes.

"Just tell me please." I plead with him. Hating that familiar look. "Don't evade the matter from me."

"Liz, I hate to say this and I really wish it wasn't true but it is. Unfortunetly." He told me.

"I'm listening." I say, wondering what could be so bad but at the same time I feel fear and worry.

"Micheal and I....we've rescued a man...umm....." He paused. "Turns out that the man is an alien hunter who ambushed us." He forced out.

"Oh god no." I breathed out. "It can't be." I felt like chocking. "You used your powers?". I asked him in disbeleif.

"Yes. The whole thing happened so fast. He was being chased, me and Micheal had to blast them away and then he was onto us." Kyle hastily explained.

"Who is he?".

"Pierce."

"What is he?".

"A skin."

"Oh shit."

"I should have known that someday this would have happened. The skins would someday find us and we'd be in deep shit." I mutter and get up to walk into my closet only to get out a suitcase and dump it on the bed.

"Where are you going?". Kyle asks me.

"Pack your bag's, we're leaving." I blunty state, opening the zip of my suitcase.

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"Liz, running away isn't the answer." Maria snaps at me as I pull my suitcase down the stairs. Maria has been on my back since the last two hours.

"What do you expect us to do Maria?, hand oursevles to the Skins?." I ask her with sarcasm rolling down my tongue. "Who knows what they'll do to us."

Infact, I have never met a skin in my whole life. I only heard stories from my grandmother My parents had abandoned me as a child, I only had my grandmother, Kyle and his parents and Micheal whose was with his mother at the time. All of us made a family. Since then, they would train and teach us- Me, Kyle and Micheal to be warriors, ready for war. I always found the idea absurd, never beleived in fighting or skins. But I knew that someday I had to abandon the safety net of a fairytale world since real life usually didn't have happy endings did they? My grandmother was murdered by a skin. Then we all had to leave. Kyle's father took us all to Roswell, a small town where he took after his father and worked as a sherriff. I didn't know why we were hidden in Roswell, the most obvious place where the Skins would guess we'd be.

Then from there, everything went downhill. We lived our normal lives until Kyle's mother Shelby ran away. They said she was mad, but after her getaway there was no sign of her. Kyle always blamed it on the skins, saying they mindwarped or hypnotised her or something while his father sank into depression and began working fulltime. Now it was upto Micheal's mother to take care of all of us. Me, Kyle and Micheal which Kyle's father was working overtime.
We brought a cafe called the crashdown and all of us lived there. We grew up and graduated but stuck together even thought we weren't in Roswell anymore.

I didn't know where to go but I didn't want to wait around to be turned mad, depressed or even worse killed. I couldn't imagine any of those happening to the people I love either. "Oh shit!". I exclaim, as it now hits me.

"Liz,what's wrong?". Maria asks looking at me.

"I can't can I?".

"Can't what?".

"Run away."

"Exactly. It's time you faced your demons." Maria told me, agreeing with me.

Maria had knew about my secret at the time when I became best friends with her. I felt like I could trust her and she didn't flip out as Nigel had. She took me in and told me that she'd always be there for me no matter what. Words that meant so much to me.

I thought about her and everyone else. They knew my secret so they were in the crossfire. I had to protect them. I let them in so it was my duty to ensure their safety. I had to stay and face my demons.

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Thank you all again for commenting on my fanfic and hope you enjoy the next part...
Here it is..

Part 3

LIZ'S POV

Sweet moans and the smell of colonge hits me with sickness as I realise what it going on. I was about to step away until I heard 'FUCK' then a moan finishing off the climax. I was really disgusted and hadn't expect this. Not from him. The door opens and there, Alex stands wearing nothing but boxer shorts. "Hey Liz." He greets me in a breathless tone. His body is covered with some whore's sweat and I keep my distance from him.

"Aaa-leexx." The whore purrs from his bed, wrapped in the bed sheets. "Coooome back."

"Urgh." I shudder in disgust. "Why do you keep doing that?". I ask as he steps in front of the door and shuts it behind him. Now we're standing in his living room which was a mess of henesse and god knows what other things had been lying around related to porn. "This isn't you."

"Liz, if you came here to-" He began but I cut him off.

"I just wanted to spread the word. I was gonna leave Alex." I tell him and he looks at me with shock.

"But-b-but you can't..." He stammers. "You can't leave us." He said in a quiet tone.

"I am not leaving. I think I should stay, fight whoever want's to kill us even thought it may cost my life."

"You aren't dying Liz. I ain't letting you die." Alex said with determination in his voice. Since when did he get all so manly and macho?

"I have to Alex. For the sake of everyone I love."

"But you can't die Liz." He said with tears in his eyes. "It'll kill us."

"Hey, maybe I won't die. But this sucker's goin down and I'll be the one to take em down." I say, unaware of what the future held for me...

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Three days later...

Yeah and this is where I was, running away. Apparently from unseen alien hunters. I came back home to find my place trashed and figures in the darkness lingering to attack me. I ran and ran until I was in the woods. My leg's were weak, tired and I was so scared.

Suddenly something threw themselves on me. I was tackled to the ground. I struggled until I was on top. Ripped a piece of clothing and saw a tattoo but before I could focus on it completely the enemy had thrown me to the ground and slapped me a several times then grabbed my throat.

I choked and focused, focused till I pushed the enemy off me completely and ran away into the distant. Rustling leaves crunched under my foot as I ran with the howling wind which battered my cheeks with it's cruel breezes. I heard running behind me.

It was moving too fast. I look ahead. There's a light. I jump into the light.

The next thing I know was a pair of the most alluring amber eyes looking back down onto me before I pass out...

Part 4

LIZ'S POV

(Flash)

"Nigel, stop it." I giggle as he tickles me more, causing me to erupt with laughter. I was always ticklish. He knew that, I knew that, heck everyone knew that. Whenever he had the chance, he would tickle me.

I was now on the sofa with him on top of me, practically attacking me. We've been married for two months and couldn't get enough of each other. While I was waiting for him to arrive from work or vice versa he always would surprise me with tickles.
We haven't made love as such I realised when I were getting very intimate. Nigel had respected and waited for me but how could I have sex with him when he is unaware of me being an alien?

I was too afraid and then pulled away from him. He looked at me with concern.

"What's wrong?".
"Nothing." I mumble almost inaudible and sat up, drawing my knees to my chest and maintaining quite a distance from me and him. I didn't want to lead him on yet I was desperate to consummate this relationship.

He moved closer to me and put an arm around my shoulder. I tensed up but soften at his affectionate move straight after. Nigel loved me. I loved him. Nothing was wrong.

"Liz, if there's anything..." He began and I put an index finger on his mouth and smile, turning the tables around.
"Got you!". I laughed, faking a smile and jumping up making sure he hadn't suspected a thing. It was best to play it safe I thought and he returned the same smile.

"Liz..." He smiled and got up. But I left no chance for him to get me. I ran out of our living room and up the stairs.
"Nigel!". I call over my shoulder as I run upstairs

(End of Flash)

"Nigel..." I whisper before groaning in pain. My whole body was in pain. Painful sores all over my body slowely woke me up. It took me quite a while to adjust to being in an awake state and notice the mumbles and whispers around me.
There were cave men around me, dressed in baggy rags and apparently looked at me as if I was some alien or something. Well the irony was that I was an alien. I hope they didn't know that. I slowely got up, supporting myself on both elbows.

"What are you?". An old man with long plaited grey hair asked and I focused on his face.

"Huh excuse me?".

"It speaks." He whispered to one of his men who was cautious of me and all of them wore the same look. I still didn't have a clue what they were talking about. And the fact that I was called an 'It' didn't make me feel welcome.

"Who the hell are you people?". I ask in frustation and decide to get off whatever I was resting on. Apparently it was a mat supported on four bamboo sticks. How the hell did I end up in a village I assume realising now that I woke up in a mud hut.

When I got up, I collided into something hard. "What the-" I was about to argue until I noticed those amber eyes. The same amber eyes locked with my own eyes and I gasped. I've seen them before...just before I passed out I think. I freeze. His eyes are on me. Why are they so intimidating?

He reaches out and touches my hair. "You have fine hair." He says in a deep masculine voice unlike the others, this guy was about six feet tall with broad shoulders had short dark brown hair, chiselled jaw line but had a rough stubble on his jaw. He runs his fingers through my hair and I try to step back but I was unable to. Unsure whether to or not. "Why are you feeling my hair like that?". I ask with a forced chuckle, wondering why these men were acting so weird. None of them wore proper clothes even. Just rags and stuff that villagers would normally wear, I don't mean to be rude but all the films of villagers I have seen do wear clothes like these men were wearing now.

"Zan! Don't touch it!, you don't know what could happen!". The same grey haired guy spoke but this time his voice was raised and he had quite a tempter.

They were acting as if I was a disease or something. I hated feeling like that. But much to my surprise, he reluctantly let go of my hair and pulled a boyish face. He was actually kind of cute when he did that and he said. "But the hair is magnificent."

"Hello, this 'it' has a name." I say, waving my hands around in front of his face trying to get their attention. "Don't address me as an 'IT', I'm a she." I correct these fools. God, just when my own husband left me because of who I was, now I was getting taunted by strangers.

Even if I was an alien, I was still female. There is both genders to every speices known to any life forms. It seemed that these men were unaware of that fact or I was tall, green and slimey but my hands were still the same olive toned and same shape with electric blue painted PERFECT nails. I silently thanked god not a single nail broke as well as my life being saved.

He looked at me again and cocked his head to the right side, studying me. I roll my eyes. Not the lab rat thingy again. I fold my arms.

"You a she?". He asks me. "What's a she?".

My eyes widen as I turn to look at him. "You don't know what a 'She' is?".

He shook his head innocently. I hold back a laugh. Possibly the laugh that would have be rolling on the floor, laughing my head off. Unless of course these men were putting up a good drama. It sounded really absurd for them not to know what a 'She' was. "Do any of you know what a 'she' is?". I ask them all.

"We don't know anything about your lifeform." A younger guy of the pack answered me. He was tall, lanky, olive skined and had black hair. "You are very different from us."

"Stop talking to it!". The same grey haired man snapped at him. "We must get rid of it." He said and took an arrow, guessing he had an arrow pack thing strapped behind him and took his bow.

"Hell no, you're not gunna..." I say in shock and then the dark haired dude steps in front of me.

"No, we shouldn't kill she." He protested, trying to sheild me from that nasty man. I just felt safer being chased by alien hunters in the civilised world then being surrounded by barbaric cave men who didn't know nothing about a woman. A case of Adam before meeting Eve for the first time it felt like. "She might be a blessing." This Zan dude breathed out, using himself as a human shield to me.

Relief is what I felt, hoping this Zan could save me. But I didn't really need to be saved. I had powers. I could save myself and shock all these foolish men.

"Zan move aside." He warned. "It is dangerous to let a different creature walk among us."

"Please don't kill She." Zan pleaded. "Please?".

"Zan..." The old man warned. "Let me kill it. Can't you see? This thing has already worked it's evil on you. You are feeling for it."

Questions formed out from my mouth. "What the fuck are you talking about old man? I ain't evil. You are." I yelled over the dark haired guy's shoulder. "You want some of this?". I said, balling my fists. "Come on then, I'll give you a beating that you won't ever forget." I warned, No arrow was going to stop me I thought, exploding with repressed anger on the spot.

"It speaks our language." The lanky dude said. "We must see if it is like us. It would be wise to let it live for a few days so we can gather information about it."

"Oh please." I roll my eyes again. No wonder some woman complained about men.

When I get back, I could write a book about this I thought silently with an amused smile. Besides the old man had lowered his bow and arrow, the lanky guy had taken it off him and Zan turned around. "I'm Zan." He said softly.

Now it was me who studied him. Not bad...he looked entirely human just needed a few props like a shave and good clothes but other then that, he was fine and not too savage. "Where am I?". I ask the main question.

Whoa, it's been one heck of a week. I've just had three exams so far, three more to go. Today's exam was so easy so I'm rewarding myself by writing the next part of my fanfic which I hope you guys will enjoy.

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Part 5

LIZ'S POV

I could scream. I could scream the birds scared shitless and make them fly away from their nests, I could terrify jungle beasts with my screams, My screams would probably reach down the deepest depths of the ocean and even kill the great white sharks and any other sea beasts and creatures down there and I could even outdo the Banshee's but it was unlikely my screams would be heard on Earth.

So I didn't scream.

I was far far away. That's what scared me. I had Zan to explain it to me where I was. The name had to be pronounced again and again for me to interpret and remember the name by heart and trust me. That name did not fit in any of the listed country or town name in the atlas or the map of the world. Assuming the light I had jumped into was some sort of anomaly that magically took me to a unknown jungle possible borneo but atleast there was 'civilisation' there. Here, there's nothing but mud huts and cave men who know nothing about the female species.

I haven't asked why yet because I'm more concerned where I'm at. I just hope I don't get fed insects and other gross stuff that I don't want to think about because I'd rather starve to death then eat raw horrid things like crocidile testicalls or kangaroo anus. I've seen stuff like that on the TV, reality shows where they make people eat weird things like live worms and stuff. I vowed myself I wasn't going to eat any of that. Even in Indiana Jones, Indy, Shorty and that annoying woman Willie had to eat gross things which looked like mushed up insects in that Indian village. Whenever I think of villages, I think of these gross things that they eat. I never wanted to experience that.

"Hey." A really deep voice from my right called. I looked to see Zan approaching me. I was sitting on the handmade swing outside the hut I woke up in and everyone had abandoned me except Zan which was sweet of him so I could get my answers. Zan had a brown clay or wood bowl in his hands which he handed to me. "I got you some food."

I looked in the bowl with fear in my mind, I didn't ...to my surprise there were fresh fruits in the bowl. A shiny green apple, a few deep red intact strawberrys, two quaters of perfectly cut oranges and two slices of mango. Hunger instantly took over and I took the bowl into my hands, Digging in straight away. "Thanks." I said, picking up a strawberry first because they were my favourite fruit and taking a huge chuck out of one. "These look so fresh."

Zan smiled at me amused and then sat next to me. Watching me as I ate to my heart's content. I finished the strawberry's and then moved onto the oranges and then the apple. I also loved green apples. Biting into them refreshed my teeth and the sour citrus burst that came from the green apples, so hard and appetising. I looked at Zan. "Want some?", Althought I had only two slices of mango to offer.

"I've already eaten." He answers. "Besides this is our way of greeting new members. We do this to ensure their safety and wellbeing."

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "Wow, so why are you giving me this? Last time I checked your people wanted to kill me, thinking that I was some freak."

"I don't think you're different from us. You talk and eat the same like us."

"I don't eat like a man." I said with a frown, somewhat hoping that my ladylike manners weren't forgotton because of my uncontrollable hunger. Then another thought occured to me. "Wait, you said that you only give this to new members. I am not a new member." I correct him.

"You either have to be a new member or a slave." He told me.

Now I was really baffled. "Slave? Hell no, I'm not going to be anyone's slave." I honestly tell him before picking up a slice of mango.

"To stop you from becoming a slave I had to give you this." He said. "Otherwise they would have made you a slave."

"You don't beleive in the concept of slaves, do you?". I asked him, being able to understand him already a little bit.

He shook his head. "No."

"I don't either." I reply. "I am totally against opression."

"We have the same views." He said, looking ahead of us.

"Yes we do." I agreed, tucking into the last slice of mango.

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Alright, okay I just have two exams left which start next week. I'm so releived, brought the prom ticket and now need to find a limo lol.
And I had to write the next part, thanks to all your comments which I truly appreciate.


Part 6

LIZ'S POV

Zan took me down to the lake after I finished the fruits and rolling my sleeves up, I bent down to dip the bowl into the water, scoop some up and wash my hands in it. I wasn't comfortable with throwing my hands into the lake, God knew what nasty stuff would lurk and latch onto my hand. I saw many movie to do with water horrors. "This is how we do it in the planet Earth." I told Zan. "Well only posh people have fingerbowls unless you buy one of course."

I threw the water back into the lake again and dipped the bowl to wash it. "So that's how you cleanse yourselves?".

"Mmm-hmm." I nodded and then took the bowl out of the lake before handing it back to Zan. "Sorry it's wet..." I trailed off, letting go of the wet bowl as soon as Zan touched it. Did that just sound wrong?

"It's okay."

He placed the bowl on the huge rock behind him. "So Zan, how long have you been here for?". I ask.

"Since I was a small child."

"How old are you now?".

"Six and twenty."

"Whoa, you even speak shakesperean." I gasp.

"What's shakesperean." He asks, a little confused.

"He's a famous scriptwriter who specialises in romance and tragedty. But he died so many years ago."

Zan just looks at me curiously, undressing me from head to toe. It's kind of cute though, how he tries to make sense of me. I guess he never spoken or seen a woman before which made me feel more special to be the first woman to be seen in such a world.

Suddenly he walks upto me and before I know it his hands were on my breasts. The air escapes from my mouth. He gave a sqeeze which sent me jumping back. "Fuck!". I exclaim, feeling something explode inside of me.

"What are these?". He asks not knowing what he had just touched.

I'm so aroused right now. I couldn't beleive one single touch could make my body tingle with desire. I didn't expect his hands to cup my breasts. "Z-Zan..." I blush trying to say his name but my body's reaction was making me feel a little tipsy. "They're...." I don't know how to say it to him.

"Why do you have two cups on your chest?". He curiously asks, again with the innocence.

"Well, you're a man aren't you?". I say, keeping my distance from him. I didn't want him to feel my breasts like that again since that body reaction almost had me horny. Why did I feel like that? "Men have flat chests, I..I mean my kind we have breasts. They're like.." I pause, trying to search for the words.

"Cups?". He suggested and I tried so hard not to laugh but a giggle or two escaped me.

"Yes. Precisly."

"Wow, you have cup chest." He said as if he had been enlightened or something. "Can I touch again?".

"Ermm, I don't think that would be a good idea." I quickly say, backing slightly away. Shit man, I didn't want to turn myself on. What would Zan think? He's never been exposed to sexual....stuff before. It would be completely new to him and I couldn't beleive I was thinking of it..with him. Why did his one touch arouse me? Nigel and I had sex twice. It took me half and hour to usually get excited. I just didn't understand why Zan unintentionally feel make me get...wet.

"Why not?". He asked.

"Because in our world, a man only can touch a woman's breasts if they're her partner."

"Partner? You mean hunting partner?."

"No, I mean....mate!." I exclaim, seeing two pigeons in the tree with the male one obviously on top of the female one. "Look." I tell Zan who turns around and sees. I walk closer to him this time and say in his ear. "By mate I mean when the male and female engage in a sexual romantic relationship. See those pigeons, they're mating. Us, we do the same but obviously in different positions. You can either have the man on top or woman."

"We can mate?". Zan's eyes widened.

"Yes, but we can do such things that animals can't. We can mate using contraception which helps women not to get pregnant. As you'll find, birds lay eggs which is their unborn children. Their babies. Similarly we can get pregnant or not by using control. A man's body and a woman's body is designed for this purpose. To mate." I inform him of the basics, I decided to leave out the homosexual part for later. Our world was so complex unlike Zan's.

He stared in fasination before looking at me with his goofy grin. "I want to mate with you." He said like a little boy using naughty words.

But I also was surprised, feeling butterflies in my stomach. Why was I feeling this? Lust was rearing it's ugly head. Not at a time like this...I thought to myself. I looked at Zan and chuckled. "Zan, you can only mate with a woman if you both are willing to accept the consequences. If both of you want to mate then you are allowed to mate."

"You don't want to mate with me?". He said frowning and I could tell he didn't exactly get the gist of it yet.

"You don't know me Zan and honestly mating it is a form of love between two people. It's not a game..well in general it's not a game. When a man and a woman are so in love, they may chose to mate to show their love for each other."

"Okay.." He said, slowely begining to understand what I was trying to say. "So that's what you are, isn't it? A woman?".

"Yes."

"So there are men and woman in your world?".

I nod.

"Have you ever mated?".

Now that was a tricky question for me. "Well, I can't say I haven't but there's two different kind of mating. One is the actual mating. When a man and woman wish to have a child. The other is either making love or sex which is not to have a baby but to please each other. Our world is so complicated Zan, you'd find it hard to understand."

"So mating leads to child? and it's possible you can mate not to have child but to have pleasure?".

Oh, the way 'pleasure' rolled of his tongue made me insane with lust. I was getting very lustful even explaining about sex to Zan. "Yes."

"Here, children arrive either left in the jungle or outside the huts. We take them in and look after them. I don't understand. None of us have ever mated. Then how can we have children? There's no woman."

"Maybe somone's delivering them to you?". I suggest also finding it confusing, where did they all come from if the knew nothing of women which weren't present to reproduce with them.

"So there must be a woman who reproduced with my father to have me?". He asks me with hope glittering in his eyes. Now the feeling became emotional from sexual.

"I really don't know Zan where you're from but I do know that you were probably someone's child." I say, brushing a strand of his dark brown hair from his forehead. Suddenly I began to feel for him. Why was I drawn so much to Zan? And why was Zan also drawn so much to me?

TBC..more to come..I promise you...

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Part 7

LIZ'S POV

It was almost midnight when Zan and I walked back into the village from the lake. Hearing his life story had brought tears to my eyes. I'm already feeling empathy for a stranger who almost had me aroused like crazy even if that wasn't his intention. I did want to go home but I wanted to stay some more and find more out about Zan. I wanted to help him but my mind kept drifting off to being concerned about my loved ones, my family. I sincerly hoped all of them were okay, that my parents, Maria, Kyle, Alex, Micheal and Isabel, were all okay. In my heart I could still feel their presense which assured me of their safety. I just hoped they could feel mine. The fact that even in another world, I could still connect to them made me beleive that they too could connect with me.
I wished the same for Zan and any other abandoned or lost child here, that they too could connect with their family and identify their origin.
But I was really curious to find out what was going on here. I had to locate where and how the children were coming from, I wanted to. I just didn't want to overstay my welcome.

"This is the late night festival." Zan's voice whirled me out of my thoughts.

I looked ahead and saw many of Zan's fellow village members dancing around a fire and chanting weird words in a high pitched tone. It was like watching an aztec tribe or something. They had wet paint and mud smeared on their faces and had spears in their hand. I wasn't sure if this was my scene because who knew when one of these men would turn around and try to stab me with one of those sharp spears. I wasn't very welcome here.

"Wow, so what's the occasion?". I asked Zan, making sure I stand by his side and not drift away. Zan was my only protection here.

"We do this every night on the 15th of every month. It's to purify our souls and asking for protection from God." He smiled at me.

How ironic, I thought. I need protection. And lots of it. One man was swinging his spear around carelessly and I was reminded of that incident of Dick Cheney when he got hit in accident. I sure didn't want that happening to me.

"What's with the spears?". I asked Zan.

"It's a symbolic way to keeping out trouble." A man answered instead of Zan. It was the same grey haired man who tried kill me previously. I disliked that man to a great extent. His nose twitched and he looked at Zan. "What do you think you're doing with it so far away, late at night. It could have had you killed." He warned Zan.

"She's not trouble." Zan argued back. "Do you see me dead?".

The man rolled his eyes. "I don't think spending time with it will help you. Rid of it and come and cleanse your soul of today's dirt."

"Excuse me.." I say, grabbing the man's attention by taking a hold of his shoulders. "The it has a name. Don't you dare call me it." I warned in a low tone. I wasn't a freak and I didn't want to be treated like one.

"Oh god!, It touched me!". He looked at me with horror and jerked away from my grip. "It touched me!". His voice trembled, pointing at me. Everyone stopped chanting and looked towards me. I held my breath for a moment. Anticipation was a bitch.

The lanky tall black haired guy came forward. "So you have the need to touch huh?".

"Leave her alone." Zan stepped in front of me and I secretly smiled, knowing that he remembered how to address me. He actually paid attention to my conversation by the lake not long ago.

"Zan.." The guy warned.

"Eddie." Zan warned back.

"If 'she' likes to touch then let's see if her touches are like ours. Let's see if her skin is the same like ours." This Eddie demanded. "Assume this is a test for she." He looked directly at me.

"What are you going to do?". I ask, wondering what kind of 'test' these men had laid out for me.

Eddie slightly turned to his left and showed me a path of hot burning coal. There on the ground, lay a neat rectangle of hot hot burning orange and black coal.

"Walk on it." Eddie ordered me.

I had no idea how their skin reacted to things. I didn't even know if they were humans or aliens. I knew what I was and I knew I had to put up a good show. I quickly took this moment to scan their minds. I could read minds. That was my advantage. There. I found out the answers.

"No, don't make her do it." Zan pleaded with them. "It's going to hurt her."

"It's okay Zan, these men want to see if I'm normal or not, let them." I say before putting up an invisible body shield from my head to toe. I tried not to laugh. I would walk on the coal, but not get a single burn.

"Are you sure?". He said, looking at me with his soulful amber eyes. I could tell he cared for me.

"Yes." I nod and then take off my shoes and socks before walking on the hot coal. Instead of the heat pricking me, it tingled me and I used my mind to fake some burns underneath my feet. I also had to fake a gasp of pain. I heard a sharp intake of breath and realised it was coming from Zan.
But I kept going on. I wanted to shock these men. Step after step, I kept going forward until I reached the end.

"Holy trees.." One of the men gasped, taking off his wooly hat.

Zan rushes to my side and I let myself fall into his arms. He takes a hold of me and picks me up. I clutch my shoes with one hand and use the other to hook it around his broad shoulders.

"See what you people done to her." He snapped angrily, lifting me up higher slightly to show them the soles of my feet. My fake burn marks. "Are you happy now?!".

"Zan, why are you touching it?". The grey haired man shook his head in dissproval.

"Is that all you care about?" Zan asked him and I could sense the anger in his tone. "You just caused pain to a living being. You call yourself human Riverdog?".

Pretending to be almost on the verge of fainting, my eyes were slits and I could make out the shock written on the old man's face. He deserved it. No one called me an 'It' and got away with it.

All of them were shocked. Zan decided he had enough. "I'm taking her back to my hut. Nobody and I mean, nobody disturbs her or tries to hurt her." He warned before taking me away back to his hut and away from everyone else..

Mission acomplished, I smiled and snuggled next to Zan's chest as he carried me away.

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Part 8

LIZ'S POV

As the sun rose, the sound of the cock's calling acted as an alarm. I yawned, woke up and streched my arms. This was the hut I had regained my conciousness I realised. Zan's hut. I missed have hit him while I fell through that weird anamoly. He was so sweet and kind to shelter me. I turn my eyes to where I made himself a bed as he let me take his. There in the corner was a patch of neatly made hay with two layers of bear skin and another layer of bear skin as a duvet. The pillows were made from zebra skin stuffed with all sorts of bird feathers from peacock to chickens.

But where was Zan? He wasn't in his nice cosy handmade bed.

That unspoken question was answered as he walked in bare chested. Damn, he's fine I thought to myself as I admired his sculputered muscular chest. This was the first time I was seeing him half naked. He's sure one hell of a hot hunk.

"Good morning my friend." He smiled when he saw me awake. "I made you breakfast." He said, showing me a platefull of food.

"Oh, you are ravishing me with your delights." I didn't know I had said that out aloud until I heard the words come out of my mouth. I almost blushed but my attention was on the food. Next to the bed I was in was a crafted wooden table where Zan placed the good. Bed in breakfast had to be the most sexiest thing ever, I thought but that brought a repressed memory back into conciousness. When it was my birthday, Nigel had brought me breakfast in bed. It was the second time we had sex...Tears welled my eyes.

"What's wrong?". Zan asks me, worried.

I wipe any fallen tears away with the corners of my sleeve. I was still wearing the same milartary brown jacket, white shirt and those slightly dark blue jeans. Ironically which symbolised me still wearing the same emotions about my past. I hated Nigel. I never wanted to look back at him again. He left me. He betreyed me. Why was I wasting quality time with Zan by remembering such an ass?

"Nothing Zan." I lie quickly. "You're doing so much for me. You even went against your own people for me. Why would you even do that?".

"Because..." He paused. "I cannot bear to see someone suffer." He bent down infront of me. "I think I can learn alot of stuff from you and I already have learnt some things like woman.."

"Women". I correct him, smiling.

"Women have cup chests called breasts." He smiled back. "A man and woman can show their love physically by making love." Zan said but then a look of confusion came upon his face. "How do you make love?".

I tried not to laugh. I knew Zan would ask this question. "I'll tell you after breakfast okay?". I say, wanting to eat before I reopened the topics of sex to Zan.

I turned my attention to the food. There was a piece of well done steak in there accompanied by barbacued potatoe chips, fried egg and steamed beans. I was surprised. The food didn't look barbaric. "Zan, this food looks awesome!".

"You like?". His little boyish smile lit his face.

"I like it? I love it!". I said. "Aww you even have an ivory spoon."

"Made from bear bone." He told me.

I wasn't disgusted. There was nothing to be disgusted about. "Thanks Zan." I say. "You're the only person who I like here."

"Let's be friends." He said, estatic.

I extend my hand. "In our world, that's how we show our first gesture of becoming friends. It can be either formal or informal. You can either make friends like this or be polite to people you don't know like this." I explain.

He took my hand. "Then?".

"You slowely shake it a couple of times. Like this, see." I show him, shaking his hand, feeling his hand in mind. God, his hands were so manly. Big and strong which indicated attractive traits. I was thinking psychology again.

"Now we're friends?".

"Yes, we are friends." I smile.

While I was busy finishing eating my breakfast, Zan was moving around the room, trying to look for something. He found a jar of some mixture, came to me and sat where my feet were. He took both my feet into his hands.

"I'm just making sure the burn marks heal." He said, experimenting with my feet.

His hands were all over my feet. Now usually I didn't have a foot fetish but Zan brushed over a sensitive spot which sent me laughing, I was ticklish. "Oh god Zan, that tickles."

He looked at me with a questioned expression. "What's tickles?".

Oh. I realised. They must have hard almost bullet proof skin and couldn't feel much. "It's when your skin feels funny, when someone touches your funny part of the skin which is sensitive it tickles."

"Like this?". He whispered in a husky tone. He sent his fingers up and down the sole of my feet. Suddenly the tickles became erotic. I was breathing heaviliy. The hairs at the back of my neck were standing up.

"Does that tickle?". His whispers sent an electrifiying feeling throughout my body.

"Yeah.." I whispered, aroused again. God, why did I have to be soo damn lusty?

He dipped his other fingers in the moisture and rubbed it on the soles of my feet. I lolled my head back and moan. Zan's making me feel good and he doesn't even know how horny he's making me feel.

Innocent pleasures, I thought to myself. Let me enjoy what any woman would yearn for.

He's rubbing me, my feet. Not me. But it feels so damn good, like a triple orgasm. He's not giving up and I'm not going to stop enjoying him. Oh god, my head is tilted back, I hands clutch the sides of the bed, the bamboo. His fingers cover my ankle & heel, massaging everywhere, extracting more gasps from me. He doesn't stop. I don't want him too.

What has taken over me?

"Oh god, uhhhhhh." I moan louder with eyes tightly shut.

Then another man's voice makes me almost jump. "Zan what in the volcano are you doing!?". This man's different. I haven't seen him before. I open my eyes, Zan's looking at him and stops touching me. Both of us were like deers caught in the headlights.

"I was trying to heal her pain." Zan said.

He smirked and took one step. This man had a pair of cotton trousers on and short sleeved light brown shirt on. He looked very deadly. He had no hair and very small lips. Those kind of people always had something to hide. "Who is that?".

"She's my friend."

"What's the name?".

Then I realised, I haven't told Zan my name yet but should I give my name out while complete stranger was present? I didn't know anything about that man who walked in on us. "Just address me as her instead of him and she instead of he. Makes it easier since I'm the only woman in the village."

"So you're the infamous 'it' they're talking about." He pointed to me.

"What's your name?". I asked him.

"Nasedo. I work in partnership with Riverdog. I guess you know who Riverdog is, the other leader of this tribe and the man who raised Zan."

I look at Zan in surprise. "He raised you?".

Zan nodded.

Thank god Zan didn't turn out to become like Riverdog. And what kind of a name was that? Why would someone call themselves a dog?

"So you must think I'm another freak huh?". I asked Nasedo.

"Well, technically I don't know anything about you. So you would be alien to me. But if you're doing no harm then you're not a freak." Nasedo smirked again. "Well, I guess I better be going now. The mantra is about to start. See you later." He said, waving before leaving the hut.

Zan and I looked at each other.

"What was that?". I ask, finding this Nasedo odd.

Chapter 9


LIZ'S POV

I thought about it for quite a while. I was a singer after all. How would people take it if I returned from nowhere. Maria and her mother must be paniking by now. I was someplace else. They should know I was alive. Kyle or Micheal should keep them informed. Isabel was too busy with her buddy Jesse finding a place to get hitched to even notice what the hell was going on. Maybe when I come back, I should write a song about my disspearing act. The song would be called 'Gone to Janomia', Janomia was the place I was stranded on. Since my arrival, I have not even seen a portal again. I had no idea how to get back. No one would talk to me except Zan that is. Even Zan had no idea how he got here. He didn't even know if he was kidnapped or abandoned. I think he was kidnapped. No one could abandon such a sweet person like Zan but that was my emotions talking.

How I got attached to such a sweetheart like Zan within seconds was still a mystery to me. Those amber eyes were the first alluring features of him. I could never forget such beautiful soulful eyes.

Everyone here was human. Everyone here didn't know shit about women. My staying here would be hard. None of them would have their periods. I would. When that time comes, I would be in deep shit. They do not have pads here let alone tampons. I have the same clothes and I would not find wearing bear skin appeasing. Even Zan did look sexy in it. I didn't want to display my skin to these cold men.

I couldn't even tell Zan about a woman's menstrual clock. It was embaressing enough to talk about mating. I still haven't told him how a man and woman have sex. How would he cope knowing all the intimate details about what a woman has to go through even if she was an alien. That was another issue. Distinguishing between alien and human females. Unlike human females, alien females could if they wanted chose when to have their periods but the disadvantage was, they would have to have their periods or we would end up sick.

I pulled the berries and put them in the straw basket. I was currently fruit picking with Zan. None of us has spoken a word during the last few minutes and I became lost in my thinking.

I was looking at him and hadn't noticed a purple snake crawl down onto the branch in front of my hand. If I hadn't turned around, the snake would have probably bitten me. "Oh my god!". I gasp, jumping back and dropping the basket of fruit. Zan snapped his head to my direction and he ran towards me.

"Are you okay?". He said, about to help me but noticed the snake too and looked at it before speaking in a foreign language. My foreign language. The lost language of my home planet. The snake hissed and opened it's mouth to display the most sharpest set of fangs I have ever seen. They were white and long with a pointy deadly end. Zan's chant became stronger and the snake hissed in pain before turning to nothing. The smoke hissed where the snake once rested.

Zan had just chanted a command to send the evil creature in hell. I was mortified and shocked. How did he know my secret language? and how can a bunch of ignorant human men teach him that?

"Zan, you..you spoke in a different language." I said, picking up the basket and getting up.

His amber eyes were shining in the ray of sunlight as he turned to look at me. "I don't know." He whispered. "I really don't know how I learnt that language." He was scared, I could tell. "Please don't tell anyone." He pleaded.

Now I realised no one here had taught him that language. It must have been an outsider or someone who knew him before. "I promise I won't tell anyone else here. But I can help you." I step forward and come closer to him. I want him to know that I'm there for him. My lips are just an inch away from his own.

"You can?". His eyes lit up with hope.

I take his hand into mine. "Yes, I can help you." I sigh. "I have a secret too Zan." I imply, knowing that I can trust him. "But you need to promise you can't tell anyone. And I mean anyone."

"I vow to keep your secret." He promised sincerly, clearly releived that I was going to keep his and he wasn't alone.

Telling Nigel was the hardest thing in my entire life. I was doing that again, telling someone who I put my entire faith on. Taking a risky gamble. It was all or nothing. Zan would either stick my by side or leave me. If he left me, I would be completely abandoned. Atleast when Nigel left me I had my friends to lean on. I just hope history didn't repeat itself.

"I know what you said in that language Zan." I confess. "I speak that language too."

"You do?".

I nodded. "But it's not human. And neither am I."

I put up a force field around us so no body could hear our conversation. I was explaining to Zan everything about that language and about my kind. I had to let him know that I could find out his answers from him. I could tap into his mind and search what he's been looking for all this time. He was calm and listened to what I had to say. I was thankful he wasn't running away from me by now. "So you see Zan, that's the way the story goes. Only aliens know that language. You're human aren't you?".

"I think so." Zan said. "But I'm not so sure."

"Can I read your mind?". I asked him slowely, waiting for his permission.

"Yes." He nodded. "You can read my mind."

"I have to touch you." I say and he nods so I cup his face in my hands. "Take a deep breath and blank your mind out." I tell him before I'm pulled into the mind of Zan. Into his unconcious and I was hit with a rush of images.

(FLASH)

Zan as a baby. He was wrapped in a white blanket and surrounded by cuddly toys. He was in his cradle. He sqealed as his mother reached over to him. "Hey little Max, mommy's here now." Zan's smile was so cute, his little tongue licking his bottom lip before he broke into a laughter as his mother reached under the blanket and tickled him on his stomach.

Zan's father walked into the room and joined his mother. He kissed his wife on the head. "How's our little boy?". He stroked Zan's cheek with his fingers. Zan curiosly looked at his father and smiled.

"That's my boy." His father said.

"I'm worried about him." His mother said. "He's an alien. Which means someone will be out there looking for him."

"I doubt someone will find him." Zan's father said, refusing the fact that his son was vunerable to be kidnapped.

"Still, I won't have my son taken from me."

"Please stop worrying. I won't let no such thing happen." He snapped. "Stop thinking negative."

Zan's mother spoke no more. She wanted to beleive her husband. Baby Zan looked up at both parents in confusion. He was scared when they raised their voices.

(End of flash)

(2nd FLASH)

"Oh my god!, they're here." She screamed, clutching her two year old son in her arms and running towards her husband in the back yard of their house. "They've come to collect our son."

Her husband cocked a gun. "Go." He ordered her.

"But.." She protested. "I can't leave you." She whispered in fright of what these monsters could do to her husband.

Zan was crying in his mother's arms. He was scared out of his wits and knew something bad was happening when he heard loud bangs in the house and his mother's screaming. There was blood on his mother's forehead which scared him even more.

"You have to. For our son's safety!". He told her before kissing her on the lips and then kissing his son Zan on his forehead. "Take our son Max to Ed Harding. He'll know what to do." He told his wife.

When they were about to part, She pulled him. "Don't let them hurt you." She warned him before running away and out of sight with her two year old son who was crying in her arms.

As she ran down the alleyway, she heard gun shots. "Phillip." She cried silently, biting her bottom lip. Zan cried harder and then she wasn't alone. Alien hunters were in front of her and behind her. They were armed.

"Give us the child." They warned.

"No!". She screamed. "Leave my son alone!".

They were silent for a few seconds, looked at each other and nodded. She was kneed in the back and the toddler was snatched out of her weak hands.

"NOOO!" She cried. But she felt an impact on her head, causing her to black out. They were too strong for her to cope with. Zan was in one of their hands crying.

"Hush little boy, we'll take care of you." A sinister male voice sniggered. "Open up the vortex". He ordered one of his men. They lisented and chanted a view foreign words before a flash of lighting hit mid air and opened up a churning portal right before them. He looked back at Zan's mother who was lying face down on the rocky ground. She wasn't dead but she would have to deal with the consequences of losing her son to them when she woke up.

"Goodbye Dianne."

He looked back into the portal and stepped in. He had the child now. He had won.

(End of 2nd flash).

I gasped when I disconnected with him. I saw the unexpected.

"What did you see?". Zan asked me, slightly worried.

"I saw your parents..." I gasp. "You were kidnapped...".

He was kidnapped from the Evans. Meaning he was Isabel's older brother...Max Evans.

Part 10

LIZ'S POV

I was sneaking on this River dog and Nasedo who were having a private conversation in the teepee. "The girl has got to go otherwise she will make our men curious." Riverdog snapped. "Because of a woman, men become lustful and stray from the straight path."

"Hmm, I actually think we should let her stay here." Nasedo said. I try hard not to make a noise.

"What you actually suggest we let the girl live?". Riverdog asked him incredulously. "Can't you see what she's doing to Zan? She's attracting him towards her and away from us. She's corrupting him!"

I almost winced when I heard those words come out of his mouth. I wasn't corrupting Zan. They were. They had kidnapped him and put him here away from the real world.

"No. The girl stays here and that's final." Nasedo said iciliy.

I sensed that one of them was about to come out soon until someone crept up behind me and grabbed my shoulder. I almost let out a yelp until they put a hand on my mouth, dragging me away to some quiet place near the trees. I only saw my kidnapper when he let go and spun me around to face him. It was that tall black haired lanky guy, Eddie. "What the hell? what is wrong with you?". I snap, taking a step back away from him.

"The question is what is wrong with you?". Eddie threw back. "What the hell were you doing listening to Riverdog's and Nasedo's conversation in private?".

"That's none of your business." I point my finger at him in anger. "I'm not your slave. I'm a member." I remind him, remembering Zan's ritual of providing me a bowlful of fresh fruits.

"Wait...Zan made you a member?". Eddie asked in surprise. "Since when?".

"First day." I answer. "Which is actually kind since he was very considerate towards me from the start."

"Listen.." Eddie put his finger through his hair, looking like he wanted to say something really important. "I know everything about your kind, being a woman and that."

"Zan told you?". I aked, calming down a little.

"No, I...well I wasn't raised here. I came here when I was fifteen."Eddie confesses

"So where did you come from?". I asked.

"Ten years ago I was just a normal teenage boy from earth. I lived with my mother who was a widow. I.." He drifted off, not looking me in the eyes.

"What happened?". I am interested in his story. No one other then Zan approached me before.

"I saw my mother kill herself. The last words she said was Baltimore."

"Oh I'm so sorry." I show my sincere sympathy. "What's Baltimore?".

"It's a secret location within this place which contains the stones of power. There's about six stones hidden in baltimore. Till now no one knows where it is. But I suspect Nasedo and Riverdog know. I have to find it before they use it for their goal." Eddie was serious by his facial expression.

"What is their goal?". I whisper.

"To take over Earth.." Eddie said.