Age

By: Desirae Wilson

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it.

Summary: Maria is ambushed by the skins.

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Stiff and unclean hands forced their way up Maria's heart, was it impossible to fall in love. That she had alway's wondered.

Michael, heart of stone, a wall, a mountain. Steady and stable, he gave her everything except love.

Maria De Luca walked down the same streets she always walked down, streets that in all of her 20 years of residence had not changed, streets that at one point she thought would never change.

Going to work that day was like any other, the same, no difference and no change. Life in Roswell was almost ageless. A

cracked old shop, a child running and jumping, these thing's were so common in Roswell. She had always seen them,

unfortunately she didn't look close enough, because this was the last day that she would see them.

The door to the Crashdown opened, then shut once again, when Maria entered. Liz was at one of the corner booths taking

some one's order, and Max, Michael and Isabel were in there usual booth. Max and Isabel were facing her and when they

saw her it caused them to look up. Michael turned around after, Maria's eye's met his in almost a soft greeting, a welcome

hello.

But as in all moments, it ended, and Maria quickly walked past them, giving her greetings to Liz, she went into the back room

to change, there she fit into her light blue alien dress and pulled her hair back to a ponytail. Upon entering the kitchen it was not noticed that a man stood behind her, no one saw, no one could have seen it coming. Maria sorted the orders to try to find the first order to bring, by that time the man was slinking behind her waiting for the right time to strike. Michael looked up,

something guided his eye's to her, to this day he still does not know what. But he saw the man behind her, and a fit of panic

screeched through his body as he jumped up and screamed. "Maria."

Maria looked up, confused, and everyone turned, some looking at Michael, some looking at Maria. For a moment everything

was slow and calm, silent, though it stopped quickly. The man breached himself in back of Maria, grabbing the back of her

face with one hand and pulling a knife to her throat with another, slashing it hard and quickly. By this time Michael was already

halfway to the kitchen, and the man jumped through the open area by the counter.

Maria lay on the floor, barely breathing. Michael joined her, trying to heal her himself, he could not. He screamed for Max.

Maria was not able to speak, her throat was empty, no blood, and her hair was a sour red, again she tried to say something,

but she could not. Looking up at his face as it became unclear and masked, she noticed that it was ageless. Max rushed to her

side and placed his hand on her neck, but nothing, no feeling, no thought. Michael now in distress yelled, "What, why aren't

you doing anything."

"I can't Michael, she's dead."

Michael’s back slumped against the crashdown counter in the kitchen, a place where he had often talked with Maria. After 30

minuets of desperately trying to make since of what had just happened, he gave up, his eyes were glassy and blured as he held

Maria’s neck up, trying to star into her eyes so that he could magically make her come back. But she was silent. Forever silent

and all that Michael could think of when he saw her was she’s only 20 years old.

A customer called 911 shortly after Maria had fallen, and the paramedics came in with a black bag, obviously expecting a

dead body to be placed inside. Michael didn’t even have turn his head to see them enter the kitchen, he knew they were there.

He didn’t care what the others did, he didn’t care that Liz was so grieve stricken that she had ran to the bathroom and began

vomiting her wows, or that Max had gone to help her. He didn’t notice either that Isabel had perched herself up against the

wall and was sobbing violently, and Kyle was trying to comfort her, but his eyes as well were begging to swell, this group has

seen to much death, first Alex, then Tess, and now Maria.

The paramedics came closer, and one of them knelt down to Michael trying to convince him to let go of her so that they could

take care of her, but Michael didn’t budge. He held tighter to her lifeless body. Caressing her cold and clammy skin with his

bare hands. Even in death it was still soft. After a moment the paramedics tried to force Michael away from her, but Michael

only fought them back.

It wasn’t until Max came back in, after hearing Michael’s screams that anything was done. Max, held his friends shoulders

back and drew him up to a standing position, Michael protested violently, but Max used all of his force. And the to men in

white uniforms take her away from him. Forever...