Chapter 8
Disclaimer: I don’t own Roswell or it’s characters,
nor do I own ET, MTV or any of the lyrics written.
Rating: PG/R
Spoilers: None, its AU
Pairing: Michael/Maria with some Kyle/Tess
Summary: A stalker wants her dead. What will she do when she
finds out that the killer is actually a close friend? Secrets from the past
are revealed and a new love is born.
Distribution: Belit’s site, Kraving Candy, Candy is Dandy,
Aliens love and Roses, Second in Command, Fanfiction.net, Roswell Desert Skies,
Ally’s site, and if anyone else wants it, all you have to do is ask.
Author’s note: This is in response to a challenge issued
at Belit’s planet called Bodyguard. As I was reading it all these thoughts
just entered my head so I couldn’t not write it. Remember when reading
this that I intend this fic to have a sequel so there will be many questions
but all with eventually be answered. This is in no way related to the movie.
Feedback is appreciated, as is honesty. Challenge can be found here:
http://pub10.ezboard.com/fbelitsplanetfrm110.showMessage?topicID=54.topic
Email: sezza43@hotmail.com
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The first sound he heard was an annoying beep coming from beside him. He moved his arm to find the alarm so he could turn it off but found that his arm felt rather heavy. He opened his eyes a little and groaned when the events from a few hours before had re-entered his mind. It wasn’t his alarm he had been hearing as he turned to look at the weird machine placed beside his bed. It was something he had been hooked up to, obviously monitoring his heartbeat.
“How are you feeling?”
Michael snapped his head towards Kyle who he hadn’t noticed before. He was sitting beside his bed with a concerned expression on his face.
“Maria,” was all that Michael had managed to crock out. “Where’s Maria?”
Kyle pursed his lips together. “We don’t know,” he said softly. “I have a team scouting out your apartment and looking for evidence right now. I would have been there sooner but it took someone next door two hours to call the police about a disturbance. When I walked in, I found you on the floor pooled in your own blood and no sign of Maria.”
Sitting up a little, Michael nodded then winced from the pain in his shoulder. “We were sleeping when I heard a noise, something breaking, and so I got up to see what it was when someone dressed in black entered the room and shot me. Then another one came in and grabbed Maria. I saw them fighting and as I went to get up, the one who shot me walked over and injected me with something. I don’t remember what happened after that.”
“The doctors haven’t told me yet what was injected into your system. They took some tests but said that it would take some time to get the results back.” Kyle rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn. He hadn’t slept since he had gotten the call from his friend at the station telling him to get to Michael’s. He’d been so worried, not only for Michael’s survival, but for his sister's as well.
“Well we can’t sit here and wait, we need to leave now in case there was something that the team missed when checking over my place,” Michael said, starting to move from the bed.
Kyle shook his head and gently pushed Michael back onto the bed, being wary of the bandage over his wound. “No way Michael, you were shot and poisoned, you need rest. They won’t let you out of here anyhow.”
“Then we break out,” Michael shrugged and Kyle shook his head again but before he could argue, Michael rolled out of the bed, ignoring the searing pain in his shoulder as he found his clothes. “Kyle, don’t argue with me on this, Maria’s life is at stake.”
Kyle thought about it for a second before nodding. It may be wrong, but Michael was right, Maria needed them and the longer that Michael was in there, the longer Maria was in trouble. “Fine, but don’t complain to me when you’ll never be able to move your shoulder again,” he muttered and Michael chuckled.
As Michael pulled off the hospital gown and grabbed his button up shirt, Kyle noticed a bruise on Michael’s neck and angry red scratch marks running down his back. “What in the hell happened to you Michael? What’d you do? Wrestle the guy before he shot you?” Michael blushed as he buttoned up his shirt and reached for his pants and Kyle paused, getting angrier with every second. “You took advantage of my sister?” he yelled.
“No,” Michael said, trying to calm himself. He knew that Kyle was just looking out for his sister but to assume the worst of him was not something that he took too well. “I would never take advantage of any woman. I can’t believe that you of all people would think that low of me. I asked her if it was what she wanted and she assured me that it was. If she had said no or if I had suspected a hint of hesitancy, I would have stopped.”
Kyle started to feel bad as he listened to his partner. “Yeah I know. I’m sorry man.”
“I know that you’re only looking out for her Kyle, but she’s a grown woman who can make her own decisions,” Michael said, buckling his belt and slipping his foot into his shoe.
“Just don’t hurt her ok?”
Michael nodded and Kyle suddenly felt better. He knew that Michael would never intentionally hurt her but she was his sister and he had to make sure that Michael was the kind of guy that she should be with. As the two men snuck out of the room and headed down the corridor, Kyle asked, “Michael, what’s going to happen when she goes back to LA?”
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Maria opened her eyes groggily and wished that someone would turn out the lights. She had a massive headache that didn’t seem to want to go away. She tried to move her arms but found that she couldn’t and glanced up to see that she had been bound to what seemed like some sort of small cot. She tugged on the rope but stopped when she felt it tighten around her wrists. Sighing, she glanced around the furniture-less apartment and spotted someone by the window. He eyes widened when she finally realised who it was.
“You,” she whispered and the person turned and smiled at her. “You…you were the one sending me all those things, you were the one who set my parents house on fire…you shot Michael. Why?” Maria asked with tears in her eyes. She wondered what she had done to make this person she considered her friend do such things to her.
“You want to know why?” the brunette spat out. “Max, that’s why.”
Maria furrowed her brows together. “Max?” she said, confused. “What does Max have to do with anything?”
“For years I have been in love with Max Evans. He was the light of my life, my reason for living, but you took that away from me. The only person I cared about and you took him away.”
“I didn’t know, I swear I didn’t know,” Maria cried. “Max came to my house one afternoon and told me how he felt about me and I felt the same, I didn’t do it to hurt you, if I had of known…”
She was cut off by the painful slap of her kidnapper's hand against her face. “I’m not finished yet,” she growled out and Maria stayed silent.
“So you two date and he only sees me as his girlfriend's best friend, but then you dump him.” The brunette gave a shout of hysterical laughter. “You had the perfect guy and you dump him, how stupid can you be? But that didn’t really matter to me so much at the time. All that did was the fact that Max was now a free man and in need of a friend. So I played that part. I consoled him, I listened to him cry over you, talk about how perfect he thought you were, how he didn’t understand why you broke it off, how he loved you,” she spat out. “I helped him get over it, helped him to realise that there was more to his life than you, and at one point I actually thought that he was going to ask me out, that he had finally taken off his blinders and seen me as something more than a friend…but then what happens? You come back into the picture and bring that blond b-itch with you. You ruined any chance I had with Max…again!”
Maria listened to the story with tears in her eyes and shook her head. “If I had of known,” she whispered but was once again cut off by a loud slap and she cried out in pain when she could taste blood in her mouth.
“Don’t give me that bull s-hit Maria, you f-ucked it all up.” Maria closed her eyes in fear as the woman pulled a knife from her jeans and held it to Maria’s throat. “You screwed it all up and for that you will pay.” She applied pressure to Maria’s throat, enough to make a small cut and watched in delight as a trickle of blood slid down Maria’s ivory coloured neck.
“Ah, ah, ah,” a voice who had been watching the entire scene warned from the shadows. “Don’t kill her darling, I want her alive.”
She pulled the knife away from Maria’s throat and stood, slowly backing away from Maria. She knew that she couldn’t kill the blond but wanted to so badly.
“Who are you?” Maria asked, squinting her eyes in the direction the voice came from. It sounded so familiar but she couldn’t place it or see who it belonged to.
The man in the shadows smiled. “That’s nothing you need to know right now sweetheart,” he said with a small laugh. Maria watched as the woman walked over to the shadow-covered corner and tried to hear what was being mumbled.
“I need to leave for a while to see that everything else is in order but I’ll be back. If you hurt her in anyway…” he trailed off making his threat crystal clear. The brunette nodded and the man turned to leave. When the door slammed shut the woman faced Maria once more.
“You’re lucky,” she sneered.
Maria pulled again on the ropes and whimpered when it was useless. “Please don’t do this, I’m sorry for what I did but please let me go,” she pleaded.
The woman shook her head. “No, I want revenge and will do everything I can to get it. I will ruin your career, take your money and live the life I was supposed to with Max. Everything will be perfect, and you’ll be dead.”
“You can never have Max,” Maria told her. “Have you forgotten that he is in love with Laurie and they are getting married?”
“I’ll have Max,” the woman said confidently. “I’ll have him once Laurie’s out of the picture.”
Maria paused. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, getting more and more frightened by the minute. She prayed that Michael was okay and would come to find her soon.
Smiling evilly, the brunette showed Maria her gun that she pulled from her leg. “You figure it out.”
Maria’s jaw dropped in shock. “You sick b-itch.”
The woman laughed then punched Maria hard in the jaw, loving the way the blond cried out in pain from the repeated lashing to that side of her face. “I would advise you not to insult the person who wants to kill you.”
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Michael walked out of the bedroom even more frustrated than he had been before. “Nothing,” he yelled. He and Kyle had been searching the apartment for half an hour and still had yet to come up with any sort of evidence as to who had taken Maria.
“We’ll get her back,” Kyle assured him.
Michael sighed and sat down on his couch, putting his head in his hands. He ran his hand through his hair then over his face. He was missing something; he just knew that there was something he had missed. He sat back on the couch and was about to close his eyes when something shiny caught his eyes. The sunlight from the window had reflected on something underneath the table that was placed just outside his bedroom door.
He got up and walked over, crouching down to pick up the object and gasped when he realised what it was and whom it belonged to.
“Nice bracelet.”
Startled, Liz looked up at him. “Ah yeah, my brother bought it for me a few years ago. I never take it off,” she said as she pulled her sleeve back down.
Michael held the bracelet up so Kyle could see it. Kyle’s eyes widened and they both whispered, “Liz.”
Kyle couldn’t believe that Michael had been right all along, that Liz, Maria’s best friend and manager, would want to kill his sister. He sat down numbly on the coffee table then shifted when he felt his phone poking him in his side. He fished around in his pockets for it when his fingers skimmed past a piece of paper, which he pulled out.
“What is it?” Michael asked as Kyle unfolded it and shrugged.
“Oh it’s that list that the landlord gave us when we were checking out that Mary chick,” he said as he refolded the paper. Before he could pocket it, Michael snatched it out of his hands. “Hey, if you wanted it, all you had to do was ask.”
Michael ignored him as he read down the list. “Bill Parker,” he said and Kyle stared at him blankly. Michael rolled his eyes. “An apartment was rented under the name of Bill Parker.” Kyle shrugged his shoulders in confusion and Michael wondered how he ever became a cop. “Bill Parker… Parker… Liz Parker, Kyle the apartment was rented by Liz.”
Finally understanding what Michael was going on about, Kyle stood and took the list. “Right, we’ll go and I’ll call my Dad on the way for back up.” Michael nodded and they headed out the door but Kyle stopped and faced him. “Wait, didn’t you say there were two of them?”
“Yeah but if we get Liz, then we’ll get the other too.” Kyle nodded and they ran for the car as Kyle whipped out his phone.
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“You can’t kill Laurie, what has she ever done to you?” Maria asked then turned her head to the side to spit out the blood that had formed in her mouth. She was beginning to feel a little dizzy. The cut that Liz had made on her neck may have been tiny but Maria could tell that it must have been deep; she could still feel the blood slide down her neck.
Liz laughed and cleaned her knife off with a rag. “Oh yes I can, but first,” she said as she walked back over to Maria and kneeled beside her, “but first, I have to get rid of you.”
Maria’s eyes widened and she struggled against the ropes that were cutting into her skin. “You can’t kill me, that guy said that he didn’t want me hurt.”
“When have I ever listened to…” she stopped herself short before she revealed who her partner in crime was. If there were a chance that she was found out about, she couldn’t let her partner go down with her. No, he had to stay on to finish the job. She stood and held the gun out in front of her, pointing it straight at Maria’s head.
“Let’s just say that I don’t like being told what to do.” She cocked the gun and a loud boom was heard throughout the apartment.
TBC…