Closer (M/L,AU,Adult) ~complete~ 6/7/14
Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 3:40 pm
Disclaimer: I own nothing Roswell
Summary: After a near death experience as a young boy Max Evans acquired a certain special gift, one he has tried to keep hidden his entire life. In order to keep this secret he has been forced into living a very secluded lonely existence. That is until one day he bumps into a very beautiful young girl giving him a vision of her brutal vicious death. Will he risk everything to find the courage to try and save her or will he retreat into the safety of the small protective world he has forced to create for himself.
Author’s Note: This story came to me in a dream a few weeks ago after a particularly horrible night; it was so real I felt as though it had really happened during those few seconds as I was waking up. . I was the girl in the story; it was a truly amazing dream.
Screams and screeching tires rang out terrifyingly in fourteen year old Max Evans ears as the blue Impala spun out of control on the barren icy highway.
Time seemed to move in slow motion as the young boy turned his head watching paralyzed as his mother frantically attempted to latch her seat belt.
The car flipped several times after hitting a guard rail before slamming violently sideways into a concrete divider instantly ripping the car in half.
Her piercing blue loving eyes were that last thing he saw before she was ejected through the windshield onto the frozen road not far from his stunned face.
In the few moments before blacking out he could see her lying face down as a pool of bright red blood encompassed her head spreading out in a perfect circle against the stark contrast of the pure white snow like a crimson halo seeping into her blonde hair.
“Mom… mom… mommy?”
Thrusting up in bed gasping for air covered in sweat Max gripped the sheets tight in his fists as his heart hammered violently inside his chest.
Slowly he swung his legs over the side of the bed still breathing heavily as his bare feet hit the cold wooden floor below.
Resting his elbows on his knees he lowered his face into his hands rubbing his eyes trying to get the vivid image out of his head.
Rubbing the back of his neck he took a deep breath walking to the mirror over the bathroom sink in his one room efficiency apartment lifting his tired golden eyes to see his reflection looking back at him.
Reluctantly he raised a shaky hand grazing his fingers over the five inch scar running down the middle of his chest where a piece of the metal gear shift from the car had gouged into his flesh.
After splashing cold water over his face he shuffled wearily to the calendar on the back of his closet door.
After circling today’s date he flipped back several pages realizing it had been over six months since he had the dream.
Panic spread throughout his body with the knowledge that this nightmare never came without a reason.
Sometimes it signaled that a significant change was going to occur in his life, but more often than not it served as a warning that something ominous was on the horizon.
From the eerie chills that were spreading up along his spine he surmised unfortunately that it was definitely the latter.
Staring at the square box circled in red it occurred to him it was his birthday, his twenty fourth, exactly two years past the age the doctors expected him to live do to the muscle damage done to his weakened heart from the accident.
He could hear the cardiologist warning him against any undue stress or reckless activity while prescribing him valium that was to be taken every day.
The medication made him tired so he often reserved it for times when he was having a bad vision or dream.
Picking up the prescription bottle he shook it thoughtfully knowing that it had been at least six months since he had taken the little yellow pill, it was the longest he had ever gone without an incident but for some reason he felt that was all about to change.
Throwing it back down on his desk he eyed his alarm clock before whispering a silent swear realizing he was going to be late for work.
Rushing around his room he fumbled with a pair of jeans he found on the floor and a black tee shirt from a pile of clean clothes in a laundry basket at the foot of his bed that he never bothered to put away.
Shoving his feet into a pair of worn black sneakers he spun around before finding his iPod and taking off down the back stairs of the bakery he lived above quickly zipping up his sweatshirt as the cool spring morning air hit his face.
Pulling the hood of his sweatshirt over his head he turned up the volume before stepping down into the alley between the many shops that lined main street.
Keeping his head down to avoid eye contact with anyone he jumped on his motorcycle and made his way to the outskirts of town.
‘Just another day in the life of a freak ‘ he thought to himself as he pushed open the back door slinging his bag over his shoulder as he made his way to the elevator.
After a few quick hellos from the middle aged librarians Norma and Alice, Max took off slipping in sideways just in time as the big metal doors slid shut.
Leaning over resting his hands on his knees he tried to catch his breath as he pressed the button to the basement floor.
Another morning successfully managing to avoid talking or touching anyone he casted his lonely amber eyes down to his sneakers as Paradise from Cold Play blasted through his beats.
After maneuvering down the maze of intricate dark hallways he breathed a sigh of relief as he pushed open the small closet sized office labeled Archives.
Plopping down into his chair he picked up the small framed picture of his mom holding him in her arms as a baby running his fingers gently over her smiling face before setting it back on the corner of his messy desk.
Closing his eyes he leaned back pulling his hood further over his face as memories attempted to again force their way into his mind.
There was never a day that went by that he didn’t go over the accident in his head, repaying it a million different ways, always doing something different to save her… anything besides just sitting there like a fucking coward unable to move watching as she died.
The guilt of that night never left him, it was like a boulder that was strapped to his back, a huge weight, a constant reminder of the moment that his mother needed him the most and he failed her.
After being home schooled by a private tutor and getting his GED Max gladly accepted a job offered by a friend of his fathers who had connections in a very small town up in the boondocks of Southern Maine.
In Max’s mind it offered three very important opportunities, first he would be five hours away from his dad, second he’d rarely have to deal with people, and third not a soul this far out knew about his past or his so called ‘special abilities.’
It all started after he woke up in the hospital after the accident, he was distraught unable to deal with the loss of his mother while trying to recover from surgery and being left in the hands of an emotionally absent father.
At first it was just a feeling, a nurse or doctor would touch him and he’d immediately get a rush of flashes, like pictures in his mind.
Sometimes it would be an emotional response where he would actually take on the feelings of the person closest to him.
But the worst were the dreams, he would be there off to the side witnessing something horrible, like a murder or horrific accident helplessly frozen being forced to watch the person suffer.
After these nightmares he would be racked with agonizing migraines where he have to spend days in his dark room in complete silence unable to talk to anyone.
It was soon after that he began to see newspaper clippings of the events in his dreams, playing out exactly the way he saw them in his nightmares.
He was terrified at first thinking he was being punished and retreated inside himself rarely speaking to anyone until one special day when a little girl wandered into his hospital room.
She couldn’t have been more than six years old; she was beautiful with long curly blonde hair like his mother’s.
Seeing how sad he looked she handed him her stuffed bear telling him that he always made her feel better.
When he reached out to take the stuffed animal he was instantly thrown into a vision of the little girl being taken by a tall man dressed a janitor.
He could see her trying to fight him off as the man threw her into a black van with some kind of delivery service sign across the side.
As soon as the little girl let go of the bear the vision ended, giving him a small smile she turned back towards the door waving before disappearing down the hallway.
Max was beside himself with fear, he knew in his heart that this was real, and he also knew that he had to save her.
After talking to several nurses trying to find out who this little girl was with thinking she was visiting a patient he got nowhere.
He even tried talking to a few security guards describing what the man in the janitors uniform looked like but no one fitting his description seemed to work there.
After waking up from the same dream covered in sweat Max pulled his IV out and stumbled down the darkened hallways of the hospital feeling as if he was running out of time.
The little girl's fear was crashing through him almost bringing him to his knees, when a nurse found him on the floor holding his incision panting as his heart raced out of control.
They quickly got him back into bed ignoring his pleas to find her.
After the incident Max was put on heavy antidepressants and psychotic drugs, needless to say no one believed him and it only served to put a deeper wedge between him and his father leaving him to feel completely alone.
Two weeks later he read in the newspaper that the body of a seven year old girl was found in the woods not a mile from the hospital.
Devastated Max never spoke about his abilities again, in fact he went along with this therapists admitting that this was all due to the guilt he felt about not being able to save his mother.
He was eventually taken off all his medication except for a few heart pills and his daily valium but it was too late.
Word has spread about the crazy boy who believed he was a psychic.
He was plagued by people either mercilessly making fun of him or the other extreme of people camping out at his house begging for his help in finding their missing loved one’s or solving a cold case that involved a family member.
As horrifying all this was to Max this attention truly mortified his ultra conservative religious father who was a well-respected attorney in town.
Over time their relationship boiled down to notes left on the counter explaining the dates he would be gone for business trips and what take out was being left for him in the fridge.
Eventually his father had met a woman and wanted to marry only Max didn’t fit into the picture, after four years of living as a recluse in his room speaking to no one his father determined that they both needed a change.
Moving him to a small populated town in the middle of nowhere giving him a job where he would almost never have to speak to anyone his father figured this was the perfect solution for both of them.
In the small town of Rivers Edge no one had ever heard of the psychic boy or the strange teenager that went insane after witnessing his mother’s death.
Granted it was a vast improvement from his life back in Connecticut he was incredibly lonely.
After five years of living with his gift he had learned a few tricks to block some of the more intrusive everyday visions.
His music was a big help, in fact he never left his apartment without his IPod, he also found that if there was a person or event that he just couldn’t get out of his mind he would sketch a picture burning it afterwards as a way of letting it go, he knew it was just a symbolic answer but there were times when it did help.
He also liked to go out in the middle of the night and walk the streets, with no one ever around he felt free to be himself.
He’d often spend time walking up and down Main Street gazing into shops, or walking down the sidewalks of neighborhoods looking up at the cozy warm houses with the two cars and bikes out in the front lawn, wondering what it would be like to have a normal life.
Most of the time he spent in the park just sitting on a bench looking up at the stars sketching her picture over and over again.
She was beautiful with big bright ebony eyes and long dark eye lashes that when she smile lit up the room like the sun.
Her hair was almost jet black, long and wavy, and in his mind felt like the finest silk.
Of course she wasn’t real, just an imaginary girl he supposed his mind dreamed up to help him cope with the misery that was his life.
When she first came into his dreams she was his age but grew as he did and was now a strikingly gorgeous woman.
He had sketches of her strewed about the walls of his apartment in various situations.
Some thoughtful poses as she sat reading up against a tree, others more sensual of her sleeping peacefully or gazing longingly towards something he couldn’t quite make out.
They never spoke in these dreams, they were mostly hazy misty vague and very brief but he would always wake happy.
He spent many nights shading the angle of her jaw or her cheek bone determined to get it just right, lovingly wishing he would know what it was like to kiss her perfect lips or feel her skin beneath his body.
He had never known the touch of a woman or had even been on a date, on very difficult nights he wondered what he was even doing here.
Was existing the same as living? And if not what was his purpose of even being alive?
The question that plagued his mind often soon disappeared the day he heard a small knock on his office door.
Shocked that someone had taken the time to actually go all the way down to the basement instead of just calling him for old documents or articles Max almost fell out of his chair.
After he heard another more intense knock he lowered his beats from his ears to his neck and walked the impressive three feet to open the door.
Staggering backwards dumfounded Max found himself looking up into the bright ebony eyes and soft pale pink lips of the girl from his dreams.
Raising her hand confidently as to say hello she began rambling on how she needed information on the infamous flood that ravaged the town of Rivers Edge years ago.
“Hi, I heard you were the one to talk to about old documents. You see I’m a reporter, or attempting to be a reporter actually, the Town Times is giving me a shot at writing this story of the One hundredth anniversary of the flood. There’s no guarantee that they’ll run it but if they do I’ve been promised a job. So I’ll need anything you have, articles of families that perished, business’s that survived or didn’t survive for that matter, pictures, anything relevant to the flood actually would be great.”
Taking a much needed breath she bit her lower lip as a flush of reddish pink hue rushed across her cheeks.
“So sorry that was very rude of me wasn’t it?”
Before Max could stop her she reached out and shook his hand firmly thoroughly embarrassed that she had basically demanded a ton of work of him and she didn’t even bother to introduce herself.
“I’m Liz Parker by the way, I’m sorry for rambling on the way I did, I guess I wasn’t expecting … someone like you to… “
Realizing that she was digging herself into a bigger hole Liz thought it best to stop talking, people always told her that she could be too aggressive and intrusive at times and by the look on his face he was proving them right.
Still holding her hand as images flew by his mind like a passing car Max looked down at himself wondering what she meant.
Terrified to talk to her but more nervous by what she meant he gazed down at his sneakers too intimidated to look into her eyes as he attempted to speak.
“What do you mean someone like me?”
Glaring at him as if he joking she smiled again which just about brought him to his knees.
“Well I guess I was just expecting someone older with a pot belly and hair challenged, I mean why in God’s name would someone as handsome as you been stuck down here in this dungeon.”
Squeezing her eyes shut immediately retrieving her hand Liz shook her head realizing she had just done it again.
“Ok well that was completely inappropriate and embarrassing. Look I have to run I’m late for an appointment… “
Searching for her keys Liz accidentally dropped her large file full of research papers on the ground.
Kneeling down to help her he was surprised that he was able to move at all.
Smirking up through her long dark eyelashes she rolled her eyes.
“I promise I’m not as flaky as I seem, I’m just having one of those days. If you know what I mean.”
He definitely did, more than she could ever imagine.
Clearing his throat determined to at least say something to her before she left he shyly gave a small smile.
“I’ll need some time… you know, to umm, collect all the information that you need. “
Widening her eyes she shook her head furiously, “Oh no I don’t expect you to waste your time doing this for me, I was just thinking that maybe you could point me in the right direction, show me where everything is. Besides its kind of creepy down here, it sure would nice to have someone close by. I’m sure this is going to take forever I wouldn’t mind having some company… if you’re not too busy that is.”
Trying hard to keep his hands from shaking as he handed her the papers he hoped that she couldn’t see his shirt moving from the way his heart was pounding in his chest.
“N-No, I would be happy to help out… I mean it’s my job.”
Scratching behind his ear nervously he wondered if he sounded as stupid to her as he did in his head.
After collecting all the papers they both awkwardly stood up at the same time neither one really knowing how to end their conversation.
Glancing at her watch Liz covered her eyes with her hand realizing how late she was.
“I really have to go, how about if I come back Thursday night around seven? Oh wait do you even work nights? I’m afraid that’s the only time I can make it.”
Nodding quickly Max stammered again unable to keep his eyes off her knowing that there was about a hundred sketches of her all over his apartment and one that he had been working on just inches from her under a book on his desk.
“N-No, that’s fine, my hours are very flexible. I’ll see you … Thursday, at seven, no problem.”
Biting down again on her lower lip she gleamed happily back at him before turning to walk back down the twisted confusing hallway to the elevator.
Falling back against the wall he exhaled deeply holding his chest feeling a slight twinge of pain wishing he had one of those yellow pills.
Just as he went to retrieve the sketch that was lying underneath his book on his desk to convince himself that this was all really happening she reappeared suddenly.
“Hi! Sorry, I just realized that I didn’t get your name. Completely my fault, I tend to go on and on never giving anyone a chance to talk.”
Swallowing hard he nervously began to chew on the corner of his full lip as her perfume drifted over him in glorious waves.
“Oh, no problem, I’m… I mean my name is…”
Totally love sick Max momentarily had to actually think for a second wishing that the floor would open up and swallow him whole.
With the softest deepest most sensual voice she had ever heard he clumsily held out his hand desperate to save the moment from complete humiliation.
“Max… I’m Max Evans.”
Filled with happiness that he had not felt since before the accident he felt her hand once again inside his, so warm and tiny but firm with an independent confident spirit that was as beautiful as she was he felt as if he could hardly breathe.
Gazing up into his clearly kind amber eyes she softened her voice finding herself already looking forward to Thursday.
It was all so perfect, so incredibly serial it was hard for him to believe this was actually happening.
Then just as her fingers slipped from his Max was hit with a vision that was so powerful it practically stopped his heart.
It lasted only for a split second, a blink of an eye, but what he did she chilled him to his very bones.
It was her lying on the ground covered in the brightest most vivid blood he had seen since… since his mother lying in the snow that fateful night.
Forcing a smile he watched as she disappeared down the hall before collapsing into the chair.
Pressing his hands to his chest as a sharp pain ripped through his heart he began to shiver violently.
His voice cracked with desperation as he whispered softly still feeling the warmth of her hand in his.
“No… please, not her.”