Chapter Sixteen I kept laughing while every single fucking wheel in my head was spinning out of control. I nudged Kyle in the ribcage and made sure he kept laughing as well. I figured what the hell? If the people we loved were going to kill us, then we weren't going to give them the satisfaction of going down crying. "Shut up." That was Rena. Damn! I was really happy when she was dead. When she was dead. When Max told me she was dead. Or taken care of or something like that. Rat bastard. I knew he had to be laying in wait around here somewhere. I stopped laughing as abruptly as I had started. Kyle stopped with me. I wonder if he was getting the feeling that something wasn't right too. I mean I know something was wrong, fuck me, everything was wrong, but there was something that just felt a little more off. It was like Michael and Tess didn’t know me. Or Kyle. It was almost like we were meeting for the first time. Hell, even Rena in all her bitchiness was acting just a little bit off. I think I might go back to my theory that we stepped into the Twilight Zone. I was hit with the urge to sing the Golden Earring song, but I refrained. There would be time for that later. Hopefully. I looked at Michael. I mean I really looked at him. He was wearing black jeans. Okay, that was wrong. He's only worn jeans like three times. When he was pretending to be my brother and maybe a couple of times after that. Michael just wasn't a jean kind of guy. The black T-shirt was wrong too. It wasn't tailored so it didn't fit him quite right. It fit, just not as good as they normally do. Black boots? Yeah, those must be new. Well fuck, nothing else was making sense, why the wardrobe bothered me so much I have no idea. "Are you hungry?" Tess asked. I just looked at her. No I wasn't fucking hungry and I doubt Kyle was either. I would gag if I ate anything. I was about to gag now as it was. "No," Kyle said loudly with hate in his eyes. "No Tess, I'm not hungry. I'm so not hungry that I don't know if I will ever actually eat again." Oh shit. "As a matter of fact Tess, I can think of a million things I want to do and eating is not one of them, Tess." Double shit. He was using her name to try to get to her. I hope that didn’t backfire because I don’t know how well I could comfort an upset Kyle right now. "And another thing Tess, how the fuck could you say you'd marry me when this…This little… Whatever the fuck you're doing, was in the works? Do you not have a heart, Tess? Was everything just a lie, Tess?" I almost started clapping. I would have but I could almost feel Rena's hand on my face if I did and I had a funny feeling that my knight in black leather wasn't going to do bumpkis about it this time. I watched Tess and I didn’t know her. The sweet little cosmetologist was gone. Her warm pretty blue eyes had been replaced with something icy. Me thinks I don’t like the new Tess very much. I looked back to Michael. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Period. I tried but it was a no go. There was something so wrong that if I didn’t know it was him I would have never believed it. My warm and loving husband was gone. If he was ever really there at all, he wasn't anymore. When I looked at him I didn't see the deep eyes I used to stare into. I didn’t see the love that I used to. I didn't see shit. I saw a stranger that looked like my Michael. But his hair was a little different. And so was his gait. And so was everything. I got a chill right up my spine. It was right in front of me but I couldn’t see it. I remembered an old saying about a forest and trees but then I started throwing bears in there and got confused. Damn! * * * Dusk was passing in DC. Maria Guerin and Kyle Valenti had been missing for almost twenty-four hours. Max Evans paced the same way he had been for the entire day. When his sister had tried to talk to him, he ignored her. "Are they alive?" Tess asked through a tear stained face. The ferocity of sadness and despair had taken her over hours earlier. Michael couldn’t answer her. He didn’t want to answer her. She had asked the same question several times throughout the day and he could only look at her. "Answer me!" Tess stood and yelled clenching her hands into tight fists. "I don’t know, Tess." Michael heard the crack in his voice and he damned it. "We don’t know who they are or what they want." "Why didn’t you tell us before? Why didn’t you tell us, Max and I, when you found out?" Isabel stood beside Michael. "We decided against it, together." Tess laughed but it was a bitter sound. "That shit might have worked in another lifetime but it doesn’t fly here! I don’t care about hierarchy or royalty or any of that bullshit. You both withheld information, important information, and look where it got you! Kyle and Maria are gone." "We'll get them back," Michael wiped dry eyes. "How? Can you tell her that, Michael?" Max stood behind Tess in a sense of figurative reinforcement. "You still haven’t told us anything and we've been sitting here for almost an entire day." Isabel and Michael exchanged glances before Isabel answered. "I saw something." "What?" Max snapped to attention at his sister's admission. "It was about a week ago and I was at work, I was in Michael's office," she looked at Michael who nodded for her to continue. "I guess it was like a vision." "A vision?" Tess snapped. Isabel shrugged. "Kind of, but it was more like an instant memory. I knew without a doubt that we weren't alone and they were close." "You just knew?" Max shook his head and glanced from Michael to Isabel, she nodded. Sudden hurt became evident. "And you went to him, not me?" Isabel closed her eyes and nodded. "Now what, Michael?" Max snapped. "Now what do we do?" * * * Chapter Seventeen I turned my eyes away from Michael, I had to. Again, my bravado was slipping fast. My eyes traveled so insanely slow to Rena. I figured Kyle had the Tess angle going on so I might as well deal with my own personal nightmare. She glanced at me. Those were so not her eyes. I mean they were her eyes in the fact that they were in her head; but otherwise, they were so not hers. Familiar? Yes. Rena's? Not a chance. Oh shit. There's no way. What the fuck? Isabel? My knees were going weak again and I fought the urge to vomit. I knew those eyes and they belonged to Isabel Whitman. My best girl friend. Talk about a double fucking whammy. I didn’t understand it but I think I was too pissed to care. I bit back stupid tears and crossed my arms over my chest. I can do this. I can totally do this. I was alone before and I managed just fine. I can do it again. No big. I knew I should have never let my guard down. I should have never trusted anyone besides my sidekick and myself. "Fuck you." Again with the creativity. "No Maria," that was Michael and I didn’t care for his tone too much. "Fuck you!" That wasn't Michael. Not the Michael that I fell in love with. This was someone new. Someone foreign. Someone alien. That made me giggle. The alien shit always did one of two things to me. It either made me laugh or made me scared. Tonight, it made me laugh. Today. Whatever. I could tell Michael was angry. I didn’t give a flying fuck. He stormed over to me and grabbed my hair. I froze. I didn't know what to do. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. I let him pull my hair. But only for a second. No one was pulling my hair. I pulled a move on him that I must have picked up watching one those Kung Fu movies with Kyle. I felt like Jackie Chan with tits. I have no idea what I did, but it worked out beautifully. Michael was on his back and I was straddling him. Normally I would have thought of something mischievous and/or totally lewd. Right now all I could think of was how to hurt him. I knew he was stronger than I was. That was a given. I knew he could blast me off of him, but I didn’t care. I held his wrists with my hands and I had one of those Vulcan death grips on them. He wasn't budging. Period. I peered down into his eyes and wondered how long he had been fucking Tess. I could smell her on him and it made me sick. He licked his lips and stared right back at me. "Whatcha going to do now, Maria?" Michael didn’t talk like this. "Scared Maria?" I ground my pelvis into his and felt an obnoxious belt buckle. It was silver. It wasn't black on black like it should have been. "Scared Michael?" I wonder if I sounded as evil as I felt. I wanted him to hurt the way I did. I wanted him to feel the betrayal that I did. I doubt he would since I hadn’t done anything wrong, but it was worth a shot. "How long have you been fucking Tess?" Damn. Didn’t want to just blurt that out that way. He laughed underneath me and ground himself into me, his hips lifting off the ground. Before today, I would have ripped his clothes off. Today, I only wanted to rip his head off. "Stop it." That was Rena. I looked up to her fire engine red hair and eyes that didn’t belong to her. "Fuck you too, Isabel." Damn. Didn’t want to blurt that out either. Not so good with the secret keeping today. "Maria?" Kyle said my name slowly. Damn! Forgot about Kyle standing right there. I got off of Michael and stood to face Kyle. Michael stood up too. I could hear him breathing in back of me. Kyle looked from Michael to Tess and back again; anger obviously rising in him. He surprised me. Without a second to prepare for what he was going to do, he flew by me and tackled Michael. I couldn’t believe it. I stood in shock as Kyle proceeded to pummel Michael's face with angry fists. Go Kyle! I should have known it wasn't going to last long. Michael fought off Kyle and Kyle landed on his ass on the floor. I was at his side in seconds, my hands on his arms. "Let me go Maria," he seethed. Yes, he actually seethed. "No," I pressed myself into him and held him tight. "He'll kill you!" I hissed that into his ear. "He already has." Shit. Kyle fought me to get up. He didn’t win. "Stay down Kyle." "How could they do this?" His voice cracked along with my heart. I didn’t have an answer for him. I didn’t have an answer for me. I had no fucking answers for anything. I did, however, have a boatload of questions. I felt Michael's breath on my neck and it sent shivers down my spine. "Maria." I lost it. I let go of Kyle and spun around. My foot came up and made contact with his chest. I didn’t knock the wind out of him, but close. He was on me in an instant. He grabbed my arms and I fought like hell to get away but he was stronger. I felt the buttons on my shirt pop off one by one. My shirt hung open, sweaty tits exposed to the world. He was in back of me, holding me tight against him. I tried to kick backwards but it wasn't hard enough to do any damage. He just laughed. I tried to remember every tactical movement I had ever learned and came up with nothing. His hands loosed on my arms but before I could react, he crossed them over my chest, cupping my bare breasts forcefully. "Let go of me." I said the words slowly and calculated. He answered me with a nipple tweak. Not good. "Let her go." Tess stood in front of us. I raised one eyebrow at her as Michael slid one arm around my chest. I felt his other one on my abdomen. Uh-oh. I felt his fingertips underneath the waistband of my leather pants for a nano-second before his hand slid into my pants. I fought like hell to get away. I bit his arm and he released me. I turned on him, I should have run, but I wanted to fight. Rage blinded me as I charged him. We both went sailing and landed on the ground. My fists had a mind of their own as they battered his face. He was pushing me off of him without success. I briefly thought about that old phrase "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." I'd like to paraphrase that a little. "Hell doesn’t hold a candle to a Maria scorned." Ha! "Maria!" Kyle was trying to pull me off of Michael, but I wasn't done beating him yet. "Stop!" The scream sent shivers down my spine. It was Isabel. I turned around and wearing Rena clothes was Isabel. I was right. I didn't understand it and I sure as hell didn’t like it, but I was right. I knew those eyes and they looked right at home on the face of Isabel Whitman. Bitch. "Get up," she ordered and for some reason, I listened. So did Michael. She turned to Michael. "Stop it, you might hurt the baby." Baby? * * * Chapter Eighteen "I just can't believe you didn’t tell us!" Max snapped in his sister's face. "How could you not?" "I didn’t…" Isabel threw her hands in the air, her voice rose with each word. "I don’t know, Max. I'm sorry, okay? I screwed up and I can barely keep myself together because of it, okay? I would do anything to change what happened. Maria and Kyle are gone. I will kill to get them back." Max nodded slowly and looked at Michael. "You?" Michael laughed bitterly. "You know how I feel. No one will stand in my way of finding my wife. And Kyle." "Or mine," Tess chimed in wiping bitter tears away with the back of her hand. A casual glance at the engagement ring on her finger was not lost on anyone in the room. "Ditto." Alex yawned somewhat waking from a sitting catnap. "Then are we going to do something about it?" Max asked with ferocity and looked around at each of them. "Are we going to do something to get back the two people who have managed to save all of our asses? Or are we going to just sit around and wait for the bodies to surface?" Michael cringed at the image. "We're going to get them back safe and sound." "I'll lay my life down for either of them," Tess sniffled. "They risked their lives for me," she glanced at Michael. "For us." Michael crooked his arm towards the small blonde inviting her next to him. He kissed the top of her head. "We love them. And we owe them." Isabel nodded. "We all owe them." Max finally smiled and clapped his hands together. "Alright then. Let's go get our Captain back!" * * * Again. Baby? I knew she wasn't talking about me. I doubt she would be calling me 'the baby' and I sure as hell wasn't pregnant so I didn’t know what she was talking about. I didn’t even want to think about that remark right now… And then the unthinkable happened. I watched it with my own two eyes, but I couldn’t fucking believe what I was seeing. I think my mouth dropped about a foot as they eyes of my friend started to match the face. It was completely Isabel now without a doubt. Her hair, her jaw line, her smile. I think she waved her hand over herself or I could have made that part up, I'm not sure. Didn’t matter because she was no longer my worse nightmare but my friend. My friend whose ass I was going to severely kick. Now I had too many questions about what happened outside of that bar in Roswell. I think my brain might explode. So she could change into someone else. I shrugged to myself. I didn’t think there was anything else that could surprise me right now. My world was flipped upside down. Bring it on. I was ready. Isabel walked closer to me and I got the same feeling from her that I had from Michael. There was something off just a little bit. I fell into an abyss of my own mind as I began to reevaluate things. Nothing was right. Nothing was normal. I remembered meeting Isabel and calling her Barbie for awhile. I remember running with her and Kyle and that really big fucking dip in the park. I remember the way she stood by my side and helped us take down Section. Then why…? Why befriend me for over a year if all she was going to do is kidnap me, belittle me and fight me? Why dress up as Rena? Why did this make even less sense? My attention went back to Michael. I looked at him, I mean I looked through him. This wasn't right. My Sweet Michael could have never fought me. He would have never laid a violent hand on me. He loved me. "Maria?" I heard Kyle but I was getting closer to the tree and forest analogy I had been trying to think of earlier. I shot the fucking bears and it was much clearer. I just needed another minute or two. "Maria!" Kyle was adamant. "What?" I snapped at him and then realized that he had just seen the same thing I had. The whole she was Rena and is now Isabel show. He pulled me away from the others, his hand tight on mine. "What the hell was that?" I shrugged. I had no idea. "Some weird alien shit." He looked like he was going to slap me; I would have if I were him. Good thing the shoes weren't on the other feet because I would be so black and blue by now. "That's the best you can give me?" He shook his head. "Some weird alien shit?" "Do you have a better answer?" Kyle seemed to think about it before shaking his head. I didn't think so. Some weird alien shit seemed to work for me. I took a deep breath and remembered my shirt was still hanging open. Nice. I tied the shirttails together underneath my breasts. Better. "No, I don’t have a better answer," he let out a deep breath and I realized he was in dire need of a tic-tac. "So again, I guess yours will do. So, do you have an answer as to what the fuck is going on yet? I keep thinking Rod Serling is going to walk in the room and announce that we've just stepped into the Twilight Zone." Were we separated at birth? At that particular moment in time I swear there was a light bulb burning brightly over my head. I turned around slowly and looked at each of the three aliens in question. I smiled without caring if it was going to earn me a bitch-slap or not. My brain was starting to absorb what was going on around here. There was a reason that everything was off a bit. I remembered that old saying now; you can't see the forest through the trees. Not only did I shoot the bears; I chopped down the fucking trees. With my hands on my hips and my chest out, where it should be, I cocked my head to one side with my famous confused dog look. "Okay, so, who the fuck are you people?" I asked and was answered with three surprised stares back at me. Ha! And you can put that in your pipe and smoke it! * * * Chapter Nineteen Kyle stiffened next to me. I really wanted to hear a collective gasp, but the chances of that were slim. So, I blew the lid off this charade. Now what? The three people in front of me who looked like people I loved, were strangers. I should have seen it right away, they were almost identical. Duplicates to Michael, Isabel and Tess. But they weren't them. They were so not anyone I knew. Maybe it was the Rena thing that threw me off. Maybe it was because I didn't think before I reacted, imagine that, or maybe I was scared, heartbroken and pissed off. I glanced sideways at Kyle to make sure he was still breathing. He was. He also had switched from the pissed off look to one of relief. Hallelujah! The Michael clone and the Isabel clone turned to each other before they looked back at us. Talk about getting the willies. But it was all much clearer now. I mean, not exactly like a glass of water clear, more like a frosty mug of beer clearer. I think I would actually give my right arm for a beer right now. Yum. "I guess the dumb blonde isn’t really so dumb, huh?" The Isabel-alike grinned. I hated her. "No," I shook my head. "I'm not really blonde, I just play one on TV." That little quip earned me a smile from the Tess-alike. Not a real smile, but close enough. I guess I'll have to kill her last. Always good to have a plan. Not exactly my best plan, but it was a start. I was secretly waiting for the real Michael to show up and rescue us. I mean, he did totally owe us. "So," The Isabel-alike walked to me and it made me kind of nervous. I was used to the Isabel who was my friend, not this freak who had been Rena a few minutes ago. I think the weirdness of that was finally settling in. I was officially weireded out. "What's wrong Maria?" Damn! That was Isabel's voice but there was something a hell of a lot more icy about it. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it all. Frankly, this Isabel-alike scared the bejesus out of me. It took every bit of strength in me not to fall down or run away when she stood directly in front of me. We stood like eye to chin and I felt the vibrations running through me. I really hoped I didn't shake or do anything stupid like kick her in the shin. That would probably not be in my best interest. I took a step backwards and she laughed. "So, you're really not all that tough, are you?" Hate was not strong enough. Damn! I clenched my fists and felt a nice cool breeze on my skin that was peeking through my tied together shirt. "I thought you'd be a little bit tougher." Was she asking for tough? "But you look like a deer caught in headlights," she laughed again. "She looks okay to me," the Michael-alike stepped up next to her and eyed me. That was not a good. He had already had his hands on me once; I wasn't about to let that be a repeat performance. I took another step back and that earned me more laughter. "I heard you were pretty difficult, Maria. You really don’t seem that bad to me," the Isabel-alike reached to me and I froze. She tucked some loose strands of hair behind my ear and licked her lips. Her hand lingered on my cheek. Fuck me. I slapped her hand away and backed up bumping into Kyle who had somehow positioned himself almost in back of me. At least it was a familiar bump. She started laughing. "I thought you liked girls. I mean, you were in prison, right?" The smile that was on her face was pure evil. So these wannabe's knew way too much about me. I didn’t like that. I remembered the CD and letter that apparently started all of this. I know. So they didn’t lie. They did know. What exactly they knew and how much was yet to be determined. But I knew something too. I know that I'm getting really pissed. "Again," I cleared my throat. "Who. The. Fuck. Are. You?" I could see this whole situation going nowhere fast. I needed answers and I needed them right fucking now. The Tess-alike stepped forward so now all three of them were directly in front of me and Kyle was at my back. "I guess we couldn’t fool you for too long, could we?" The Tess-alike smiled sweetly. I hated her too. I didn't answer. I think the answer was obvious. "My name is Ava." So the Tess-alike had a name. She pointed to the other two and introduced them. "This is Lonnie and that is Rath." Rath? What the fuck kind of name was Rath? I grinned. My Michael was so un-Rath-like it wasn't even funny. I almost stared laughing. I just imagined me murmuring the name Rath in ecstasy and it did nothing but make me laugh harder! "Something funny?" Lonnie asked. I nodded. "Oh my God! Did you pick those names out by yourself?" Ava answered. "Those were our names on our other planet." Oh. That shut me up. Talk of other planets and lifetimes always made me shut up. I always go by the old adage what I didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me. I guess I should have paid more attention… "You seem kind of clueless, Maria." Lonnie smiled at me and I wondered how I could have ever thought she was Isabel. "I guess I kind of am," I admitted. It was the truth. I needed information and I needed it fast. What to do in an emergency situation? Stall. Keep them talking and try to formulate a real plan to get our asses out of here. Kyle was still at my back and I tried to mentally send him a message to stay quiet and listen. "Maybe we should explain a little." Ava motioned to the back of the room. I looked over my shoulder and then turned around and walked further into the room. I plopped my ass down on the bed and grabbed Kyle's hand pulling him down next to me. The others sat at that little table, well Rath, still makes me giggle, stood. Here we go. Explainationville here I come! Lonnie started. "We need you to get us home." Home? "Well, we don’t really need you." Rath licked his lips. "We just need your baby." There was that baby thing… Holy Shit! My baby? I don’t have a baby. I think I got the confused dog look on my face. "Ohhh…" Lonnie laughed. "We were wrong. She doesn't know! Congratulations Maria, you’re going to be a mother!" "For a minute maybe," Ava said. "Then you'll be dead." No quick comeback was waiting on my lips. I was going to be a mommy? But only for a minute then I was going to be dead? Fuck. That. * * * Chapter Twenty Michael, Max and Tess arrived at the Guerin townhouse after leaving Alex and Isabel at home, just in case. Michael went straight to the bedroom with the other two in tow. "What are you looking for?" Tess demanded. "I know my wife. She was acting a little strange tonight, I think she knew something was going on…" He trailed off as he reached for the nightstand drawer. "So she would hide it…There?" Max shook his head in confusion. Michael nodded and produced a folded piece of paper. He touched the top of Mr. Bear's head. "She keeps things safe with Mr. Bear." Tess and Max both smiled. They each thought of the strong and vivacious woman they knew and how even the strong can have a soft spot. "Well?" Max grew impatient. Michael was already studying the paper in his hand, his eyebrows knitting together. He held it up for the other two to see. "This doesn't make sense… Why would they? It's too…Human." "'I know'?" Tess shrugged. "And that means…?" "Who knows? What do they know?" Max shook his head again. "Who are they?" He finally asked the most important question. "We think they're just like us." Max and Tess looked at each other then back at Michael. "What do you mean?" Tess paused. "Exactly?" * * * Kyle was holding my hand but I wasn't exactly sure when he had picked it up. I. Am. Pregnant? Oh. My. God! "Maria?" Kyle had his arm around me now. Baby? "Maria?" I looked down at my belly and wanted to cry. All the birth control issues I've had and sure as shit, I get pregnant. What the fuck? I looked back to the clones in front of me. "I'm sorry," I cleared my throat and found my backbone. "Did you really just tell me that I was pregnant and that you needed my baby to get home?" They nodded and I laughed. Oh God, I laughed! This was entirely too insane to be real. Again, I was laughing alone, but I didn’t give a fuck. "You do understand that once we have your baby-- You’re dead. Right?" Rath shook his head ever so slightly. "And you think this is the way to do it?" I asked and looked at Kyle. He shrugged. "By the way, I got a question for you freaks." LonnieBitch nodded at me so I guess that meant for me to go ahead and ask. "If you need this baby," I made little quotation marks in the air with my fingers. Still not convinced I was pregnant. "Wait…I need to get this straight. You say that I'm pregnant and you need my baby to get home, right? I assume when you mean home you mean like another planet somewhere far, far away, right?" I didn’t wait for an answer but just kept talking. "Well, that all sounds like a plan but I'm a bit confused on a few things." I nodded at Kyle next to me. "If you needed me so bad, well, this baby, then why did you take Kyle? What does he have to do with anything?" LonnieBitch said, "First I think you need a little history lesson, Maria." Great. I always sucked at history. "From what we've gathered, you really don’t know all that much. Kind of stupid, actually." I so did not like the way this was going. "Fuck you." Damn. I swear it just slips out when I'm not expecting it. I didn’t see Ava move but I felt her hand on my face. The little bitch slapped me! "I suggest you shut up." Ava's words were cold and calculating. Maybe I would have to bump her up on the "to kill" list. Regardless, I shut up and turned my attention back to LonnieBitch. Stall Maria… "Anyway," LonnieBitch didn’t seem the least bit disturbed with the interruption of her spiel. "You are obviously clueless as to what is going on with your husband and the rest of them." Crap. "Let's go back to last year sometime when the big secret was let out of the bag. When you found out about the others. Michael, Isabel, Tess and Max. Do you remember that night?" Gee, uh…Yeah, I remember that night. It was the single freakiest night of my life. Of course I remember. Outside of the bar. I thought Michael was dead. Isabel saved him, cured him, and Rena… My eyes flew wide open. The light bulb above my head turned on high voltage. "It was you," I pointed at LonnieBitch. "It was you there that night, wasn't it?" She clapped slowly. "Brava for Maria." "You were Rena that night, she was already dead wasn't she?" Damn! "Nicely done. I disposed of her that day and took her form. I had to see what this other set could or would do. We needed to know how powerful they were." "But…" Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. "You already knew… About them? You've known about them but they didn’t know about you?" The three of them exchanged a look that I didn’t like. They knew a hell of a lot more than they were ever going to tell me. Enough with the pussyfooting around. I stood and looked at Kyle. I was ready to go. "Ready?" Kyle stood and I took his hand that I apparently had let go of at some time in the last minute. That's when I realized why they took Kyle. With a movement like nothing I had ever seen before, Ava was in-between Kyle and me. She had her hands around his throat in like a nanosecond. "Leaving Maria?" LonnieBitch asked and stood next to Ava. I watched as Ava squeezed Kyle's throat. "Let him go, bitch." She squeezed tighter. "Sit down." I sat. Damn! They knew exactly what they were doing. They used the one person who didn’t have a chance alone against them that they knew I would do anything to protect. I would do anything to keep Kyle safe and they knew it. Fuck me! Ava released Kyle and he collapsed next to me on the bed. He was rubbing his throat and his eyes were watery. Great. Change of plans. Kyle and I were not going to be able to stroll out of here. So I might, and I use this term extremely loosely, be knocked up and they need this baby to get back to wherever. They thought, not so loose on that term, they had me over the proverbial barrel by using Kyle as a pawn. Well, I have got severe news for these freaks. I'll listen and I'll play along for a little bit until I figure out exactly what the hell is going on, then watch the fuck out. They won’t know what hit them when I lay the Maria-Smackdown on them! * * * |
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