Title: Consequences
Author: Kathryn C
Rating: this part, I guess PG-13, I'm not sure what the criteria is for rating.
Category: Mainly Michael/Maria, maybe Isabel/Alex too, but not near as much.
Disclaimer: I don't own, although I wish I did.
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The man walked slowly towards them. "I must really thank your mother," he said in a taunting voice. "If the woman hadn't been full of such motherly compassion towards her children, I never would have been able to track you all down."
"What are you talking about?" Max asked. "Who the hell are you?"
The guy just shook his head, "Maximillien, Maximillien. Not the quickest one are you? I'm one of that enemy race your mother kept referring to. The one she couldn't risk letting know your whereabouts."
"What do you want with us?" Isabel demanded, "We've done nothing to you."
The man just laughed, "No, you haven't done anything to me, at least not yet. As for what I'm going to do with you, it's quite simple, I'm going to kill you. You're the only hope left for your pathetic race. Once you're gone, there will be no threat to us."
"We aren't a threat to you," Max said forcefully, "We're not even sure exactly who you are."
"I'm afraid I can't take any chances," the man said, walking until he was standing right beside them. He looked perfectly human, but then, so did they. His eyes swept over Isabel, "But maybe in your case my dear, I would be able to make an exception."
Isabel stumbled backwards, as if trying to get away from his leering eyes. She nearly ran into Max, who held her in his arms to shield her from the guy.
The man's eyes roamed to Michael. "Well," he said, "Since I don't want the hassle of separating these two yet, and your dear sibling doesn't seem to be here, I suppose you get the honor of dying first."
"What makes you think that I'm going anywhere with you?" Michael snarled. He lifted his hand to unleash his power, the same force he had used on Hank. He wasn't polished with his powers yet, but he figured it would be enough to scare the guy off.
Next thing he knew it felt like a pile of bricks had slammed into his chest, and he was hurled to the ground. "Oh please," the man said sarcastically, lowering his hand, "You don't even know the full extent of your powers, let alone how to harness them. This is why getting to you so early was crucial."
Isabel ran over to the fallen Michael but was stopped by a glance from the enemy. "Get any closer to Michael," he said in a cold voice, "And I kill him where he lays."
Michael forced himself to his feet as Isabel moved slowly back towards her brother. He felt wobbly even after that burst, and didn't know how well he would hold up under another. "Just get it over with," he said, trying to sound unfearing, even though his vision blurred with the extra effort of talking.
"All in good time Michael," the man said reprovingly, "All in good time."
He held up his hand again, like he was going to deliver another blow, and it was all Michael could do not to cringe in anticipation. However, instead, a very tall, metal box with a window in the front appeared.
This guys had powers anything unlike their own. All they did was change the simple molecular structure of things, he made things appear out of thin air.
"In you go," the man said, shoving the still weak Michael inside of the box. "I'm afraid we won't have time for any touching goodbyes." He slammed the door behind Michael and locked him in.
It was unbearably hot in the room. It was like a sauna, only 100 times worse. Maybe a better description was hell on earth. Michael started to get dizzy almost instantly, and it was a matter of seconds before, he collapsed to the ground, unable to move.
Outside, the man was talking to the remaining Max and Isabel. "Have you all experienced what happens when you come in contact with very intense heat?"
Isabel nodded, "With Michael. And we healed him, we'll do it again."
The man laughed. "First off, you'll all be comatose and won't be able to save each other. As well, this head it so intense that pitiful ritual won't save anyone. This method is the most sure one I have in getting you all exterminated."
He spared a glance towards the box and looked down at his Rolex watch. "10 more minutes and your friend will be past the place of no return," he said in an almost cheerful voice.
Isabel choked back a sob and buried her face in Max's neck.
"You know," the man said, "I do belive that...." his words were cut off sharply by a loud bang, and he didn't speak again. Isabel raised her head quickly.
There was another man in a black suit standing over their captor who lay on the ground. He held a gun in his hand. Isabel had a momentary flashback to the movie Men In Black. "What is going on?" she demanded, wondering if she was losing it.
"I'm agent Locklin with the FBI," he said in a short voice. "To make a long story short, I worked for a time with agent Topolsky. She told me all about her work here in Roswell."
"What did you do to him?" Max asked, motioning towards the alien who was twitching on the ground. The agent shrugged, "Shot him."
"Can't he heal himself?" Isabel mused. Max shot her a frightened glare as she seemed to forget there was an agent present.
The alien heard her. "I can't you imbecile," he rasped, struggling to a sitting position. "In fact, you guys are the only ones who have that power. Different race remember?"
He shot a look to Max, "Heal me, now."
Max just shook his head, and Isabel had already run over to the box that held Michael. "Our friend's in there," she said fearfully to agent Locklin. "This ali...guy was trying to kill him.
She tried to wiggle the door open, but it wouldn't budge, it was locked. She cast a desperate glance to Max. She could open it with her powers, but the agent was there.
"Go ahead," he said in a voice, "I know everything from Topolsky, and by the research I've done. I'm on your side. I'm the one who left the communicator stone at your friend Michael's?"
Isabel didn't need much to urge her on. By now, she was willing to risk their identity in order to save Michael's life. She wasn't going to let him die in there, no matter the risk. The lock sprung open with her power, and the door opened. Isabel rushed in and dragged out the unconscious Michael.
He was in bad shape. A lot like he had been after the ritual at the indian reservation, but many times worse. That ritual would be of no help to him now.
"What should we do?" Isabel asked Max desperately, trying to use her powers to heal him, but it was to no avail.
He got a hard look on his face and turned away from Michael. "We should get Maria," he said quietly.
To be continued.....
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