Roswell Fanatics

A.N. Hello everyone this was supposed to be a mostly Alex chapter but Tess broke through so now most of the chapter involves her. I find I’m really enjoying writing her character. Here’s the next update.

Chapter 10

4:20 a.m.; Roswell; Crashdown

Michael walked around the Crashdown restaurant ever since the shit hit the fan he hadn’t been able to sit still. He couldn’t stop checking areas he knew he’d already made sure were safe, it didn’t matter that Alex had told him the area was secure either.

Isabel and Max were in a booth holding each other doing their best to deal with their loss without shattering completely. Michael wanted to go over there and tell them everything would be okay…but he wouldn’t lie to them.

Tess had retreated into the bathroom a few moments ago and hadn’t come out yet. All the while Nasedo paced back and forth talking in low tones, too quiet for anyone to hear but he was agitated.

So far nothing had shuffled passed but it was only a matter of time before something came by looking for food. Alex was no where to be seen, he said he was going up to Liz’s balcony and watch for a few minutes.

Although he thought it was the way to go as well he didn’t like how calm Alex was. Sure it’s great and helpful but why wasn’t he panicking? Every thing Alex had said since they arrived has been rational, logical and well thought out. When he got back down there he’d question him on it.

Crashdown Bathroom

Holding a hand over her mouth to stop the scream at the back of her throat Tess huddled between the toilet and sink with tears rolling down her face. She had managed to hold it together for almost three hours, now that she felt she was reasonable safe she broke down.

Hot tears burned her irritated cheeks, droplets landed on her clothes, the fabric sucking up the wetness. She hated that she couldn’t fall apart in front of the others. Why couldn’t she trust them enough to let them witness her emotions?

She knew the answer, as much as she wanted to she didn’t feel like she could trust them. Besides Nasedo she had no one and even with him he saw her as the student who needed constant lessons and frowned upon any kind of human emotion.

A large part of her wished she had Kal as a protector he at least wouldn’t judge her for crying and acting like a human being. Nasedo, in the beginning never shut up about how Kal thought humans were better than his and Nasedo’s species. They could experience so many things and experience them to varying degrees of power.

There were five different species on Antar, of course there the Kasa’s which were who the other members of the Royal Four were originally, basically human in appearance with various abilities. Then the Acyna’s who had green spikes growing out of their heads and down their backs, usually blue in skin color, very powerful physically and many times were used as guardians of the Royal families.

The other three species had very small numbers, the Fhn, which were the shape shifters like Kal and Nasedo, only had thirty members…or they did before she and other Royal’s were killed, now she had no idea. They’re body type was that of the stereotypical alien features, large heads, gray in color, big black eyes, and small frail bodies. And they were the explorers, went out to see what happened on other planets, and gave back reports to Antar of the resources available.

As her protector always made sure she knew, he wasn’t supposed to be there. The only reason he and some of his people had been recruited to care for the two sets of pods was because they were the only ones who could change their shape to look human. He never failed to tell her that he hated his job and he hated planet Earth.

The two other species were Anyla, which were also human in appearance, but they had the strongest mind abilities. Her mother came from that species, while her father was a Kasa. It was the reason she had developed more of her mental powers.

And lastly the Evbui, only three hundred existed on Antar, their home planet had been taken over a thousand years previously and Antarians gave them a place in their society. Their skin was almost completely white with small patches of red, two antlers protruded from their head, in their culture it was a sign of virility.

Tess’s throat felt raw, her eyes burned from the constant crying and her chest hurt from holding back her screams. She placed her forehead against the cool side of the toilet bowl, she knew she had to go back out there and soon. If she didn’t they might wonder what happened to her and come searching for her and she couldn’t allow that.

She refused to let them see her as weak. Swallowing she lifted her head and on wobbling legs pushed herself up onto her feet. Sniffing she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked awful, face puffy and red, eyes bloodshot and throbbing.

Breathing deeply in and out she rose her hand and passed it over her face. Instantly her face returned to a flawless pale pink. She bent over the sink and washed her hands. The warm water rushed over her palms, she poured a dollop of soap onto her hand and slowly massaged the sweet smelling liquid into a thick lather.

Washing off the soap she dried her hands with her powers, grabbed the gun from on top of the shelf in front of the mirror and held it down at her side. She practiced smiling for a brief moment, all of her grins looked forced and fake. Giving up she sighed and hoped they wouldn’t ask her to smile. Instead she put back in place her ‘nothing bothers me’ mask. It would have to do for now.

4:23 a.m.; Crashdown Dining Area

Alex pushed through the swinging door leading from the backroom to the restaurant area. He saw Isabel pulled close to Max the siblings gently comforting each other.

Earlier he hadn’t known whether to go over there and offer Isabel his support or stay put and let her and Max be alone. In the end he decided on neither and went upstairs. He could think better up there with no one to bother him.

Alex couldn’t make up his mind about whether or not to tell the others what the real deal was, who he was and what those creatures outside were. He could tell them everything or tell them nothing. If he told the group only part of it would they make a connection and figure out there was more to tell?

Now he was downstairs watching everyone, Michael hadn’t sat down since they arrived, Tess had left the bathroom, jaw clenched and looking ready to kick some ass. But when he searched her eyes he saw an emotion she seemed to not want anyone to know. Fear.

Seeing the group scattered around the room but still in the same room he stepped forward. “What do all of you want to do now?” Might as well find out what their plans were before revealing his most private secrets.

TBC

Next Chapter: Maria and Sean have an encounter with the intruder.

A.N. Sorry this took so long to get out, I did not mean for it to be almost a full year before updating. Unfortunately this chapter just wasn’t coming together. I wanted it to be longer but it wasn’t working out so the chapter is fairly short. The next one is longer though and already written.

Chapter 11

6:25 a.m.; New York

Maria’s body shook with fear as she stayed crouched behind the couch with Sean. The chopping sound the axe made against their wooden door was beginning to drive her crazy. She covered her ears and prayed for the man on the other side to go away.

Sean rested his hand on her shoulder. “It’ll be ok. We’ll be ok.”

The wood cracked and it vibrated throughout the room. Once the intruder chopped a big enough hole in the door he stuck his hand in and unlocked the apartment door.

“Oh God.” She peeked over the top of the couch and watched as the skinny man with wild eyes push the door open.

Sean pulled her down till she wasn’t visible behind the couch. He placed a finger to his lips and motioned for her to be quiet. Even though she didn’t say a word or made a single sound she conveyed every ounce of panic in her movements.

The man who broke in ignored the living room area and went straight for the kitchen. Maria and Sean heard him banging around and searching through drawers.

Sean used his hand to tell Maria to stay right where she was, he’d handle the guy. He turned too quick to notice Maria’s glare of ‘yeah right’.

Standing up he slowly made his way over to the intruder. Grabbing his wooden baseball bat from wall directly across from the kitchen he came up behind him.

The man was a skinny guy but tall, at least six foot two if not taller. He had such light blonde hair it was almost white and he wore a green t-shirt, shorts, and sandals. The axe fell loosely at his sides as he stood up to his full height and reached up to grab something on the very top shelf of a cupboard.

Sean came up off to the side of him and poked him in the back with the bat. “Hey.”

He turned quickly and immediately brought the axe up above his head. Sean hadn’t been expecting that kind of a reaction. He backed up and hit the counter.

“Shit.”

The guy continued charging at him and swung the axe at him. He stumbled out of the way and managed to get back on his feet again.

Maria stood up and saw her cousin being intimidated by the guy with the axe. She came close a couple of times to losing her annoying cousin and that didn’t sit well with her at all.

She moved out from behind the couch gripping the knife Sean gave her. Sean having seen her stand became frightened that the man wielding the axe would turn on her. Still clutching the bat Sean swung and hit the guy in the leg.

“Ahh.” He fell to the floor and held his leg for a moment before Sean backed up preparing to swing again. The axe fell to the floor beside the fallen man and Maria saw her chance.

She ran toward the man gasping in pain and hurridly picked up the weapon. Maria stood strong gripping the axe and threatened the man with it.

“Get out.” She yelled. When he wasn’t fast enough she lifted the axe like she would swing it down on him. At that the skinny man began to move and move fast.

It took a couple minutes because of his leg injury but eventually he left the apartment and although it wouldn’t do much good Maria shut and locked the door. Then she turned to Sean who stared at her in awe and a little bit of fear.

“Wow, didn’t know you had that in you M.” Sean commented.

“Yea well, nobody messes with my cousin but me.” She smirked nervously.

Sean smiled and breathed out. “We gotta get out here.”

TBC

Next chapter, Ch 12, will be up in either two weeks or on Halloween. It depends on if I get Ch 13 done in the next two weeks.

Coming Up: Back to Roswell. Three separate groups of people around the city.

I'm going on vacation tomorrow so I'm posting this now.

A.N. Originally this one chapter would have been spread out through three or four chapters. But as I was writing it the flow wasn’t as fluid as I would have liked so I combined multiple scenes/chapters and it worked out better. Some scenes were cut a little short but those will be seen in the next chapter.

Chapter 12

4:33 a.m.; Roswell; Valenti Home

Jim pushed the sheet off his body and reached for a pair of pants. As he hurried into them a shadow passed by his bedroom window. Zipping and buttoning his jeans he grabbed his gun and went toward the window.

He glanced one way but didn’t see anything. Not seeing anyone his heart rate lowered a bit, and then he turned to the other side. A body came from the right and fell against the closed window. Blood coated the glass pane and its hand hit the glass causing the window to shake.

“Holy shit.”

Jim hurried through his room and hastily finished dressing. Always keeping his eye on the dead body currently pounding on the glass to get in Jim grabbed his shoulder holster and slipped it on. He put his service revolver in and reached for another hand gun.

Once armed he ran to Kyle’s room. The glowing alarm clock said it was almost 4:40 by the time he went into his son’s room. He switched on the light and began to gather some of Kyle’s clothes and put them in a duffle bag. “Kyle, wake up.” His son had his bed sheets pulled up and over his head.

From the bed Kyle stirred but didn’t wake up.

“Kyle dammit wake up.” Jim noticed Kyle’s window was wide open and the wind was blowing aside his curtains. He ran up to it and closed it forcefully. “Kyle!” Again he didn’t move. Didn’t make a sound. “Son?”

4:35 a.m.; Crashdown Café

The noise inside the Crashdown was deafening. For the last ten minutes everyone had ideas on what they should do. And everyone wanted their idea to be heard regardless of someone else speaking.

“We should stay here. We’re safer here.” Max argued. They had a constant supply of food, the store was two minutes away walking distance and there was an upstairs area with a balcony that looked over the city.

“No, we should get of here now.” Michael shouted back at Max. “Here we are sitting ducks. If those creatures out there decide to break down the windows we are screwed.”

Isabel nodded. “I’m sorry Max but I agree with Michael. We should leave while we have the chance.” She held his hand. “Maybe—maybe this hasn’t spread past Roswell. We at least should make a try for it.”

Alex leaned against the counter and crossed his arms. It had reached past Roswell. There was no way it couldn’t have. If what he thought had happened then it was only a matter of time before the whole world was infested.

“But Iz, what about Mom?” Max’s voice cracked with emotion. “Didn’t you say that she could still be in there? If we leave her, we’re leaving her alone here.” He argued softly and Isabel’s lip began to quiver. Max sighed. “Tess what about you?”

“I don’t know. There are advantages to both. If we stay we have a fairly long food supply and shelter. However it’s also only a matter time before those things bash through the windows. And it is a possibility that it hasn’t spread that far.” Tess said. She had no idea what to do.

Alex figured it was time to tell them everything…or almost everything. It wouldn’t do their group any good to not be in the loop. They might make different decisions once he said what he needed to say.

Before he could speak though Nasedo put his two cents in. “Your second is right Max. We need to leave.”

“I don’t think he is right.” Max glared at their protector.

“Max stop being so stubborn, just because you don’t agree with it doesn’t mean it’s not the right solution.” Michael argued back. Why did they have to go through this every time they had a group meeting of sorts?

Max stood up and got in Michael’s face. “Oh that’s right Michael; I almost forgot the answer to everything is to runaway.” He shouted.

Michael yelled back. “Look outside Maxwell, fucking hell has broken loose; it’s either run or be killed.” He glared. “I’m all for fighting when need be but when it’s a losing battle it’s suicide.”

A loud crash from the backroom broke up the argument that had been near coming to blows. Alex without waiting for the group hurried toward the swinging door but as he began to push it open he was flung back by the kitchen order window as the creature they spoke about pushed its way through.

4:40 a.m.; Randal Household

Ring.

Irritated and tired Monica Randal reached for the phone with her eyes closed. Whoever dared called that early in the morning was going to be hurt. “What?” She wasn’t a morning person in the least.

“Look outside Randal.” The male voice told her.

The person on the other end of the phone sounded familiar. She had a distinct feeling who it was and left the bed to do what he asked.

Once she made it to the window she looked down. Monica didn’t bother to ask if the scene she saw outside was real, she knew it was. The situation was one she and others had been training for years. For her it had almost been twenty years.

“I see them.”

“Good. Now grab your children and go to 4513 West Lincoln Avenue.” The male voice didn’t speak again. He just hung up.

TBC

Next Chapter: Maria and Sean gather things to leave the apartment. Is Alex going to be ok? And what about Kyle? Has he become a part of the zombie army?

I'm posting this now instead of on Halloween because today we start putting decorations up for tomorrow. The ones that aren't easily stolen are going up today and then everything else goes up tomorrow. Hope everyone has a fun and safe Halloween.

Chapter 13

4:41 a.m.; Roswell; Valenti Household

Nervous Jim breathed out slowly. Kyle was fine, he had to be fine. There was no way he could be what he saw outside.

Clenching his hand tightly for a second he reached over to the bed keeping distance between him and the bed. Releasing his fist he grabbed the top of the covers and pulled the sheet back forcefully.

Seeing his son on the bed Jim almost passed out with relief. Kyle slept soundly, his headphones on, with the music playing. Now that he was calm he could hear the beat of the drums and the guitar riff.

Jim took the headphones off Kyle’s head and put it on the floor. “Kyle wake up.” He shook his son. That time he woke up.

6:44 a.m.; Florida

A small sliver of light pierced through the beige curtains and coaxed Liz out of the land of sleep rudely. Tired and achy she moaned and glared at the offending brightness. Barely aware of anything she turned and peeked at the glowing numbers on her LCD clock radio. “6:45?”

Stupid sun. Briefly she lifted her head and made sure Colby, Aunt Bonita’s German shepherd, was still fast asleep. Seeing that she was Liz curled up in a tight ball under the covers and went back to sleep unaware of the chaos unfolding outside.

4:45 a.m.; Roswell; Crashdown

“Alex!” Isabel screamed in a panic.

Before anyone could snap out of their shock Alex flipped back up onto his feet. The creature, having forgotten about him with food directly in his poor eye sight didn’t pay attention to Alex.

“Oh God, its Jose.” Max noticed. It shuffled forward and Michael raised his hand up ready to blast the thing. He hadn’t used his blasting powers since Pierce but he couldn’t let the monster slowly moving towards them kill them.

Alex calmly pulled out his firearm and whistled once at the creature. Briefly, curious about the sound it turned.

The group watched in surprise and shock when Alex pulled the trigger and shot the thing right between the eyes. With a sickening thud the once advancing zombie slid to the ground in a heap of lifeless skin and bones.

Alex, still holding his gun walked over to the zombie and turned it over with his foot making sure of its permanent death before switching his gaze to the others. No one spoke for a few moments but finally Isabel found her voice.

“How…you were so calm,” She knew she should be grateful and relieved that he kept a clear head during the crisis but all she could focus on was that Alex wasn’t acting like a normal teenager. “You just shot it like it was an everyday occurrence.”

Alex nodded. “That’s because it was.” He revealed. “There are some things you need to know about me.” But first he had to go find out if the perimeter was compromised. When he first arrived he hadn’t seen Jose, didn’t mean he hadn’t already been in the restaurant though.

6:48 a.m.; New York

“We have to get out of here.” Maria repeated. She pushed her hair back away from her face. Her hand shook; she gripped her hair tightly to keep from shaking too much.

Sean nodded. Without saying a word he left Maria alone in the living room and went to his bedroom. Quickly he changed into jeans and tied his shoes. He grabbed a duffle bag and stuffed a couple pairs of jeans, shirts, and underwear into it.

Racing to Maria’s room he went into her dresser and shoved in a couple pants, shirts, and undergarments. He refused to think too heavily on that fact that he touched items of Maria’s that he should never have his hands on.

When Sean left her alone in the living room she fought the anger at being by herself out there. A part of her wanted Sean to stay out there and protect the entrance while she went to gather clothes for him and her.

She heard him banging around in the bedrooms. He better get the kind of clothes she’d rather wear as opposed to the outfits her mother picked for her and put in her suitcase while she hadn’t been paying attention. Oh God, Mom was all alone in Roswell; if this was wide spread then she wasn’t safe either. “Sean, hurry up.”

A person ran passed the damaged door, dammit she was just so jumpy. Any noise outside in the hall went straight to her nervous system and caused panic deep inside her. She gripped the axe handle tightly. “Come on cuz, let’s go.” She whispered low under her breath.

When he returned to the living room he saw Maria standing guard near the door. She jumped when he touched her shoulder and once she knew it was him she growled at him angrily. “Don’t ever sneak up on me.” With the axe she gave a clear picture of what she could do—however even without the axe she’d be intimidating.

“Sorry.” He jiggled the duffle bag in his hand. “I got some clothes for you.” Sean glanced at his watch. “We have enough time for you to change if you want.”

Maria looked down at her outfit. Since she was exercising when the world changed she was in tennis shoes, work out shorts, and a white tank top. “I’m not going to change but I’m grabbing a jacket.”

“Ok, when we get out there stay close to me. We’re going to go to my car—“

“Your car is a junker; you hardly take care of it. How far will we be able to…”

“It’s not a junker, I take care of it. Besides do you have a better idea? The car is our safest bet.” Sean argued. He let out a frustrated sigh, “Let’s deal with this later when we’re safe.”

“We’ll never be safe again.” Maria whispered more to herself than Sean.

TBC

Next Ch: Kyle thinks his dad is playing a joke on him but he soon finds out that's not the case. Alex has some explaining to do.