Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2004 8:32 pm
Hey here is the next chapter. Thanks roswellluver for the feedback. Please keep your opinions coming. The feedback keeps me modivated so if any one wants a post sooner let me know and send me some feedback! Oh and before I forget the s/n in the chapter are from my imagionation so if people really have them don't annoy them...please.
Chapter 9
Kyle lay in Micheal's bed reliving what had happened after Micheal had left. The reason Kyle had came was Tess was taking up the phone line and he wanted to get online. There was a girl involved, at least he hoped it was a girl. If FantomAlbino wasn't female maybe he was gay! He had spent the whole night talking to her. He remembered the piece of convo he printed out. It lay not far away in the pocket of his jeans. It read something like this:
FantomAlbino: Hey sexy!
BuddaHunk9: Hey phantomy goodness, looking for a little inner peace?
FantomAlbino: Maybe. I can't talk for long. Rents are home.
BuddaHunk9: That sucks!
FantomAlbino: Yeah. I just wanted to let you know I'll dream about you
and I can't wait to meet you.
BuddaHunk9: I know.
FantomAlbino: Got to go. <3 Budda Boy! L8R
BuddaHunk9: Adios.
Kyle was brought out of his silent revere by a loud and obnoxious alien.
"Kyle, wake you're lazy ass up!"
"Good morning to you too. Did you wake grumpy or let him sleep? I can't tell."
"Don't mess with me Kyle. I might kill you."
"Naw, You're my alien lover. If you killed me you would have to find pleasure else were." Kyle watched as Micheal turned twelve shades of red. Micheal's fist clenched and unclench of it's own accord. It was then Micheal retreated fast and Kyle took the oppertunity to call to him. "Hey don't go we can still have pillow talk. I know most couples have sex first but just because you have performance anxieties doesn't me we can't still be intamit." He paused and waited for a reply. "Hey, Micheal you better not leave me. I have problems with seperation. I don't deal with being left behind well." It was then Kyle heard the door to the apartment slam shut. "Ahh, It's good to be annoying!"
They all sat in Micheal's living room again. The scene felt sadly familiar and it was. Less than two months ago they were sitting in this room talking about that note they found. Now they were here again waiting for Valenti. Waiting for any hope he could give them. All they could do was wait.
"Well, isn't this awkward?" Kyle asked.
"What do you mean Kyle?" Maria felt inclinded to ask. Some how the Budda boy had started to lose his marbles or so everyone thought but Mia knew better. In sixth grade when he broke his arm he acted the same way. Why? Because he needed to feel like he belonged. It was the same reason he was acting this way now.
"Last time we had this little pow wow I was with Max. Now, I've dumped him for Micheal. This has to be quite awkward for Max." The group held back laughs as Micheal muttered a few choice words.
"As long as your happy, Kyle, I can deal with the disappointment." Kyle sat back with a smug look on his face and all was silent again. A few moments later the door opened and in stepped Valenti and Tess. The lack of Liz didn't go unnoticed by the group but the group drew a collective breath when they saw their other vistor.
"Hey, guys. Bet ya didn't plan to see me," Alex unsuccessfully tried to joke. Isabelle recovered from shock first and jumped up to embrace him. "Wow, if this is always the reception I get I should leave more often." Max smiled slightly at him and turned towards the sheriff.
"I hate to put a damper on the reunion but where's Liz?"
"Now, Max, we don't know exactly where she is but we know she is alright."
"What the hell do you mean you don't know where she is? GOD! Why didn't you tell me last night or yesterday? That is irresponsible of you! What if I could have..."
"There is nothing you could have done, Max," Tess broke in. "And the Sheriff didn't tell you because I asked him not to." She took a deep breath. "Max, I know who took Liz but you've got to trust me."
Tears. That was all that she could feel as she layed naked on the bed. She had no clue how long she had sat there, no clue about what was happening around her. All she felt were tears; hot, wet, unstoppable tears. Her mind was shut down and all she could do was cry. Why? She couldn't remember. When she tried to think about it or why she was naked all she would get was the idea of being revolsion. Who it was directed at she couldn't say. All she felt was sickness, fear, and tears. The tears were the only thing letting her know she was alive. That was it. For some reason she couldn't remember. Nothing at all came out.
"Who am I? What happened to me?" Those questions formed in her mind and she let them go. Something was wrong' completely wrong. Why couldn't she remember? She dug into her past and again nothing only emptiness; emptiness, sickness, fear, and tears.
Suddenly, she looked up into the mirror. She was bruised but not completely broken. It was obvious to her in that moment that she had been raped. Not wanting her attacker to win, she stud up. Leaving was what she was going to do but first she needed some clothes. She opened the drawer finding some clothes and threw them on. After that she headed for the door but it was locked. Not knowing exactly why she made her next move, she lifted her arm up towards the door and a ball of fire leaped out and hit the door. She looked down at her hand.
"What am I?" Glancing back up she knew she had to leave. Her time her was up. With that she left the hotel with out so much as a backwards glance. Whatever or whoever she was, she wasn't humane and she would bet anything that the government was after her. Now was the time for her to run. Even if she didn't know exactly who she was running from.
Sean sat there watching the great gathering of the "Roswell Gang". The royal four really needed to learn a lot. It was quite a situation for him to be in. He was Kivar the king of a whole planet and for some reason a little human girl had sparked his interest. His original plan was to use her and then lose her but now... now he was planning to keep her. His ideas for why didn't make much sense but she was perfect. Kivar could understand why King Zan would want this girl, even love this girl. The thing was Liz Parker was ment for greatness and a soon to be dead king of some world ruled by another wasn't great. It was pathetic. Liz Parker deserved to be queen. And that she would be. She would be his queen. He smiled his half smile.
"Liz Parker, you will be mine. Whether you feel that way now or not." He turned his attention back to the group gathered in front of him. They were a sad excuse for royalty but they wouldn't be royal any more.
Jeff Parker was going insane with worry. Liz had been missing for two days. It was his fault he knew. Max Evans had done something horrible to his little girl. That gay asshole had kidnapped her or even worse to keep her from exposing his secret, he was sure. If that was the reason his little girl was suffering, he would kill that bastared. Infact, why should he wait? He knew it was true. Max had done something terrible to his little girl. It was time for him to pay the piper and what a debt it was.
"Your going to die for what you've done, Evans." He cursed the sky. "I'll kill you with my bare hands the second I get a chance." With that he fell to his knees and wept. Lizzy had to be okay or at least she had to be safe. He had to believe that that little bastard had loved Liz's friendship enought to keep her alive. Even if he was a gay little fucka and he had the proof. Oh yes, Evans would pay one way or another.
Chapter 9
Kyle lay in Micheal's bed reliving what had happened after Micheal had left. The reason Kyle had came was Tess was taking up the phone line and he wanted to get online. There was a girl involved, at least he hoped it was a girl. If FantomAlbino wasn't female maybe he was gay! He had spent the whole night talking to her. He remembered the piece of convo he printed out. It lay not far away in the pocket of his jeans. It read something like this:
FantomAlbino: Hey sexy!
BuddaHunk9: Hey phantomy goodness, looking for a little inner peace?
FantomAlbino: Maybe. I can't talk for long. Rents are home.
BuddaHunk9: That sucks!
FantomAlbino: Yeah. I just wanted to let you know I'll dream about you
and I can't wait to meet you.
BuddaHunk9: I know.
FantomAlbino: Got to go. <3 Budda Boy! L8R
BuddaHunk9: Adios.
Kyle was brought out of his silent revere by a loud and obnoxious alien.
"Kyle, wake you're lazy ass up!"
"Good morning to you too. Did you wake grumpy or let him sleep? I can't tell."
"Don't mess with me Kyle. I might kill you."
"Naw, You're my alien lover. If you killed me you would have to find pleasure else were." Kyle watched as Micheal turned twelve shades of red. Micheal's fist clenched and unclench of it's own accord. It was then Micheal retreated fast and Kyle took the oppertunity to call to him. "Hey don't go we can still have pillow talk. I know most couples have sex first but just because you have performance anxieties doesn't me we can't still be intamit." He paused and waited for a reply. "Hey, Micheal you better not leave me. I have problems with seperation. I don't deal with being left behind well." It was then Kyle heard the door to the apartment slam shut. "Ahh, It's good to be annoying!"
They all sat in Micheal's living room again. The scene felt sadly familiar and it was. Less than two months ago they were sitting in this room talking about that note they found. Now they were here again waiting for Valenti. Waiting for any hope he could give them. All they could do was wait.
"Well, isn't this awkward?" Kyle asked.
"What do you mean Kyle?" Maria felt inclinded to ask. Some how the Budda boy had started to lose his marbles or so everyone thought but Mia knew better. In sixth grade when he broke his arm he acted the same way. Why? Because he needed to feel like he belonged. It was the same reason he was acting this way now.
"Last time we had this little pow wow I was with Max. Now, I've dumped him for Micheal. This has to be quite awkward for Max." The group held back laughs as Micheal muttered a few choice words.
"As long as your happy, Kyle, I can deal with the disappointment." Kyle sat back with a smug look on his face and all was silent again. A few moments later the door opened and in stepped Valenti and Tess. The lack of Liz didn't go unnoticed by the group but the group drew a collective breath when they saw their other vistor.
"Hey, guys. Bet ya didn't plan to see me," Alex unsuccessfully tried to joke. Isabelle recovered from shock first and jumped up to embrace him. "Wow, if this is always the reception I get I should leave more often." Max smiled slightly at him and turned towards the sheriff.
"I hate to put a damper on the reunion but where's Liz?"
"Now, Max, we don't know exactly where she is but we know she is alright."
"What the hell do you mean you don't know where she is? GOD! Why didn't you tell me last night or yesterday? That is irresponsible of you! What if I could have..."
"There is nothing you could have done, Max," Tess broke in. "And the Sheriff didn't tell you because I asked him not to." She took a deep breath. "Max, I know who took Liz but you've got to trust me."
Tears. That was all that she could feel as she layed naked on the bed. She had no clue how long she had sat there, no clue about what was happening around her. All she felt were tears; hot, wet, unstoppable tears. Her mind was shut down and all she could do was cry. Why? She couldn't remember. When she tried to think about it or why she was naked all she would get was the idea of being revolsion. Who it was directed at she couldn't say. All she felt was sickness, fear, and tears. The tears were the only thing letting her know she was alive. That was it. For some reason she couldn't remember. Nothing at all came out.
"Who am I? What happened to me?" Those questions formed in her mind and she let them go. Something was wrong' completely wrong. Why couldn't she remember? She dug into her past and again nothing only emptiness; emptiness, sickness, fear, and tears.
Suddenly, she looked up into the mirror. She was bruised but not completely broken. It was obvious to her in that moment that she had been raped. Not wanting her attacker to win, she stud up. Leaving was what she was going to do but first she needed some clothes. She opened the drawer finding some clothes and threw them on. After that she headed for the door but it was locked. Not knowing exactly why she made her next move, she lifted her arm up towards the door and a ball of fire leaped out and hit the door. She looked down at her hand.
"What am I?" Glancing back up she knew she had to leave. Her time her was up. With that she left the hotel with out so much as a backwards glance. Whatever or whoever she was, she wasn't humane and she would bet anything that the government was after her. Now was the time for her to run. Even if she didn't know exactly who she was running from.
Sean sat there watching the great gathering of the "Roswell Gang". The royal four really needed to learn a lot. It was quite a situation for him to be in. He was Kivar the king of a whole planet and for some reason a little human girl had sparked his interest. His original plan was to use her and then lose her but now... now he was planning to keep her. His ideas for why didn't make much sense but she was perfect. Kivar could understand why King Zan would want this girl, even love this girl. The thing was Liz Parker was ment for greatness and a soon to be dead king of some world ruled by another wasn't great. It was pathetic. Liz Parker deserved to be queen. And that she would be. She would be his queen. He smiled his half smile.
"Liz Parker, you will be mine. Whether you feel that way now or not." He turned his attention back to the group gathered in front of him. They were a sad excuse for royalty but they wouldn't be royal any more.
Jeff Parker was going insane with worry. Liz had been missing for two days. It was his fault he knew. Max Evans had done something horrible to his little girl. That gay asshole had kidnapped her or even worse to keep her from exposing his secret, he was sure. If that was the reason his little girl was suffering, he would kill that bastared. Infact, why should he wait? He knew it was true. Max had done something terrible to his little girl. It was time for him to pay the piper and what a debt it was.
"Your going to die for what you've done, Evans." He cursed the sky. "I'll kill you with my bare hands the second I get a chance." With that he fell to his knees and wept. Lizzy had to be okay or at least she had to be safe. He had to believe that that little bastard had loved Liz's friendship enought to keep her alive. Even if he was a gay little fucka and he had the proof. Oh yes, Evans would pay one way or another.