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Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 1: Part 4 of 10

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 1: The Road Trip from Hell
~ Vote? What Vote? ~

Timeline: Four Months after Leaving Roswell

“I’m a man of means by no means, king of the road” "King of the Road” by Roger Miller

They spent the early summer in Idaho. They loved the country and for once had a great time, did a lot of work in small resort towns that were use to hiring part timers for the tourist season. They worked for a while at Sun Valley, living in a small week-by-week motel. They found some easy, low wage, but fun jobs in great scenic locations. In less than a month, though, Liz had a vision of the FBI and Max ordered everyone to leave immediately.

They fled eastward into Minnesota for a while and then wound their way back into Montana, by late August, stopping this time in Bozeman, where they pretended to be college students. They found a month-by-month lease on a furnish apartment for all six of them. It had only two bedrooms, one was referred to as the fire and ice room. The room was ‘ice’ when Kyle had it one day and Isabel the next. On the third day, it became ‘fire’ for Michael and Maria. The other room of course was Max and Liz’s, since they were married.

The town was use to young kids coming and going with the University, so jobs were plentiful, even though most were part time. Everything was going well until one morning when Max pounded on the door of fire.

"Max, it’s four in the morning. What do you want?" asked Michael as he opened the door, bleary eyed and tired, he had just gotten off work at two and only had an hour’s sleep.

"We need to leave. Now!”

"What? Why?”

"Liz had a vision. We are leaving now,” ordered Max. Lately it seemed that Max made all his decisions based on what Liz said or did; he failed on many occasions too even hear them voice an opinion.

"Max, we can't keep doing this based on a feeling or a faint vision of Liz’s. You need to chill.” Michael’s temper was rising; he tried to hold his anger but he was tired of being a puppet, told when and where to go.

"Me chill? This coming from the paranoid-don’t-trust-anyone-alien-Michael. The lets-leave-Dodge-Michael. Liz says we are in danger,” Max yelled back. “We need to go now. Liz says so.”

Michael clenched his fist and took a step towards Max. "Remember Max you abdicated the throne, there is no second-in-command and there is no King. Seems as though you and your little Queen there forgot that we are suppose to be a democracy.”

"I wasn't asking for your approval or vote." Max said as he turned and left his mind racing, ‘They expect me to allow them a vote. I do not have to give them a vote, a King may choose to listen to his advisors and then act on his own instincts and heart. But Max said he abdicated, didn’t he. What a laugh, I will never let Max abdicate. I am only biding my time as I grows stronger ready to defeat Max in a battle against myself and those who would oppose me.’

Michael mumbled some choice words under his breath as he stumbled back into his room and the bed. It was apparent to him that Max was not ready to abandon the alien King but, in spite of his earlier claims.

Maria was already up and dressed, packing her clothes, “Time to go right?”

~This small hairline crack begins to lengthen~

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 1: Part 5 of 10

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 1: The Road Trip from Hell
~ Paranoid and Tempers ~

Timeline: That Same Day and the Following

”I catch him when he's strayin' teach him how to walk that line. Man turns his back on his family ain't no friend of mine” “Highway Patrolman” by Dar Williams

Packed and ready to go, it was late September as they headed south from cold blizzards of Montana towards Florida, the state of fun, retirement, and sun. Liz had a good feeling about alligators, so they were off. It was just too cold for everyone in Montana anyway, in Florida there would be jobs and maybe their tempers would cool down as their bodies warmed up.

‘Another town, another road, another hour, spent in the unforgiving, insufferable, inhospitable, domineering alien hokey-poky dance that we are all damned to participate in.’ thought Maria sighing as she looked out the dirty, streaked window. At least in her mind her opinions counted and she could sound off, silently, but still it was satisfying. Maria curled her bare feet up as she brushed out her hair, deep in her own personal thoughts.

Hours passed silently as everyone stewed in their own juices, angry with everyone and everything. Day passed into darkness, the silence was deafening and soon the majority was asleep, restless but asleep.

’The sun is just beginning to come up over the rise, another beautiful boring day on this highway to nowhere,’ thought Max. ‘We have been through so many states in the last few months that I’m not sure from one minute to the next where we are. All the roads look alike, and after while the scenery looks the same.’

Max was driving his eyes were on the road but his mind was elsewhere.

‘The path before us is so long, day after day, mile after mile we have crisscrossed the United Sates and wandered maze-like in a deliberate attempt to confuse the FBI. Has it worked? I think so, there have been no instances and no one seems to be chasing us. Still I worry every day about being caught, about the White room and what another animal like Pierce would do to Liz and the others.’

Max pause his thoughts, opening the window of the van letting in some cool fresh air.

‘It is quiet right now. Michael and Maria are sleeping just behind me; she is snuggled into his chest. Isabel is leaning her back against Michael’s back using him as a support. I am sure Michael is uncomfortable, if he moves even a slight bit in any direction either Maria will fall onto the floor or Isabel will lose her balance. Kyle has taken up the back seat, snoring loud enough to wake the dead. I look over at Liz and smile. I still cannot believe that this beautiful creature married me, me plain old Max Evans from small town America. Well maybe I am not that plain, as much as I may try to deny it, I am part alien. I will never be fully human; I know that but do not want to face it. If I do, I feel as though I will lose control of my surroundings, lose Liz, or even lose my life as Max.’

Liz must have sense his thoughts as she smiled in her sleep whispering Max’s name. Max looked over and smiled running a free hand up her side as she arched and moved.

‘I know something deep down drives me to take what I want, to control what is mine, to determine what will be the future, to do what I want, to force those under me to bend to my will, to be unyielding. Those thoughts have to be Zan’s, waiting to emerge, to surface imposing his desires, needs and wants on others. His presence exudes a powerful essence that was use to bend those in obeying him, I can feel it.’

‘I know those feelings are wrong but they are becoming harder and harder to contain, especially since we left Roswell. I feel the terror level just below my skin, sending messages of betrayal, persecution, and paranoid delusions just waiting to burst upon the scene. During those times, Zan surfaces just a bit to give me the confidence to keep in control. However, each time I allow him out he takes more. I am afraid soon I will be unable to control him and I will lose the game.’

Another small town passes by the window. Max could hear the aggravating sound of yelping and yapping coming from the rear tires. Looking in the side mirrors, he noticed that the van had become prey for the morning romp of the local dog pack. He sped up hoping to loose them on the backcountry road. He hears the yelping getting fainter as Max retreated once again back into his mind.

‘I still cannot believe we all ran away from Roswell, from those we loved, from our safe and secure homes. We had no choice, we had to flee, a decision that was forced upon all of us. Nevertheless, I did make one big decision that not only affected me, but Michael and Isabel also.’

Kyle finally broke the silence, “Yo Max is there any food predicated in the near future.” He asked sarcastically indicating Liz’s special but annoying power.

‘I abdicated my throne, I did it; tossed everything to the wind so I could be here with the one I love, Liz. Michael and Isabel say I am crazy. That I had no right to, but did have the right I am the King. No, that is not right I gave it up. Sometimes I feel so confused. Am I crazy? I don't know. No I cannot be. Why can’t I find the right words to describe myself?’

“Hey girlfriend I gotta to use another cess pool so pull over at the nearest gas station okay?” Maria yelled.

‘Words, speaking of which, I feel them swirling about in my head, telling me, reminding me, ordering me. Words have also become a major issue lately between Michael, Isabel and me. Words like controlling, deceitful, domineering, relationships and dysfunctional have been…’

“Max did you hear me,” asked Kyle. Liz stirred at his voice, stretched and sat up. She gave a soft smile to Max and snuggled up looking at him.

'Liz, oh Liz, my Liz, she is the only one in line, the alien King inside me has subdued her under his control and she will be the dutiful little wife than Zan needs. No, that cannot be right. I feel I am powerless to fight Zan for the betterment of all concerned. I know treating Liz like this is wrong, I am wrong in allowing it to happen; no Liz must be absolutely loyal to me. I allowed Ava freedom and she betrayed us, she caused our deaths. No! That will never happen again, my wife must be loyal, my wife will be loyal.”

“Max!”

‘Kyle and Maria obviously are loose cannons they do not obey me like Liz nor am I able to control them like Isabel and Michael. I need to work on it but soon I will soon figure out a way to dominate them as well.’

“Hey Max, bathroom before I pee on the floor back here.”

Max had enough of the interruptions as he slammed his fist against the steering wheel. “Kyle, Maria quite complaining, we cannot afford another stop. They may be behind us; we have to keep moving, until Liz says its okay.” Max’s voice was harsh; his normal mild-mannered temperament was almost non-existent these days.

“Hey Max! Maria needs to go to the bathroom. Pull over at the next location. Damn the fucking FBI, we all need to stretch, use the facilities and get food.” Michael could tell Maria was very uncomfortable plus his stomach was growling.

“Please Max we all need to stop and use the restroom,” pleaded Isabel.

“Max, I need to go also,” Liz joined in trying to placate everyone knowing they were pissed at her. Her visions really were not that clear, she always had an aching feeling they could possibly be figments of her stressed subconscious; she really did not know if they were real threats or not; she could not tell anyone because then they would never believe when it was a true emergency. Liz played with the ring on her left hand; she was tense hoping she was doing the right thing.

Max was clearly in no mood to stop; his thoughts were on their safety, although a little paranoid, okay psychotically paranoid, but still he felt he was taking the best course of action. Liz gave him a pleading look and he melted right away, caving in. How was he supposed to resist that face, his incredibly beautiful wife.

“Okay, the next chance,” yelled back Max.

“Oh Look!” Maria bubbled up pointing to a sign, “Clean restrooms straight ahead. Step on it Max.”

Max pulled into parking lot, he drove to an area far away from the crowd of trucks, stopping, he sealed the doors to the van. Turning around in his seat he completely lost his temper as he proceeded to berate them all, except for Liz, for wanting food or rest. “You are all a selfish lot, every single one of you, except for Liz. We are in danger! Stopping anywhere could get us killed or dissected.” Hearing semis pulling in and out close to them, Max’s voice lowered somewhat but retained, it’s menacing quality as he continued his ranting. “I am responsible for everyone here in this van.” Max knew he was out of order but he could do very little to stop what he was doing. Something inside of him was evolving, changing, and reorganizing his mental capacities, emotions and moral values. “Am I the only one that wants to stay alive?”

The four sat there momentarily silent shocked by Max’s temper tantrum, an action they expected from Michael, but not Max.

Liz feeling bad that she had crossed her husband, agreed with him urging him to continue driving. “Max I am so sorry for wanting to stop. Let’s go on till you feel it is safe.”

Maria looked at Liz incredulous, what happened to the Liz who stood up to Max after Alex died? She was becoming the perfect little Tess, a yes man to a selfish arrogant King.

Michael was the first to speak of the four, his own temper barely held in check, as he bit the inside of his cheek. “We are all aware of the danger Max; we are not children that need a daddy to be responsible for us.” Michael took a deep breath and counted to three, he was so mad he knew would never make it to then. “We are more vulnerable if we are tired, irritable, and hungry. We will make more mistakes, fight among ourselves, and general chaos will erupt. Is that what you want?” Michael unsealed the door much to Max’s surprise; even Isabel was incapable of unsealing his locks. “Let’s eat, I am starving for grease.”

Dinner went smoothly and quietly with no incidents; Max reverted to the old Max relaxed, calm, and was smiling and joking. It was almost as if they were all back at the Crashdown after school. Soon their stomachs were stuffed with every known fried food concoction there was and they head on slowly back to their home sweet home on wheels. Max took the van gassed it up, cleaning the windows, including the headlights and taillights. Kyle checked the oil level, radiator, tire pressure; your basic on the road maintenance examination. The girls elected to freshen up thanks to a large restroom with hot water and a small convenience store, which sold soap and small disposable towels. As for Michael, no one knew where he had wandered off until he just appeared by the van, coming from seemingly the air. Soon the six young adults headed back onto the highway to Florida.

~The small hairline crack begins to widen~

Warning: Short Description of Child Sexual Abuse

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 1: Part 6 of 10

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 1: The Road Trip from Hell
~ Alien Related Pressures ~

Timeline: Five Months after Leaving Roswell

“Can't stop, and I can't stop. Got to keep on movin' or I’ll lose my mind. Oh, rockin' down the highway” “Rockin’ Down the Highway” by the Doobie Brothers

Their Florida plan worked for a while, they were too busy working, looking over their shoulders, and fine-tuning their powers to fight between themselves. Then one day once again Liz had a vision and everyone was ordered by Max to leave. This constant upset with no vote or discussion was irritating the hell out of everyone.

“Not again,” Kyle spewed out his anger. “We are not moving again?” He started pacing, tired of this continual upset. “I just got a real good job lined up; it would have been something I enjoyed, for once.” Kyle could feel a different emotion welling up inside of him, something uncontrollable, and then it happened. “No, I want to be normal,” he said as the glass in front of him shattered.

“Michael!” yelled Max.

“Hey it wasn’t me, so back off Maximilian.”

“It wasn’t me,” added Liz.

“I think it was me,” said Kyle scared, “I all of the sudden I felt this burning inside me and then poof it was gone.”

“Great, just fricking great.” growled Michael. “Sparky is alive and well, blowing up objects, leaving a nice clear trail to follow.”

“Hey! It’s not like I begged to become a member of the alien conspiracy,” Kyle shot back

“Yeah.” Michael got up and walked out back to his room, where they could hear him throwing his clothes and other items into a duffel bag.

“Michael, I haven’t finished talking.” Max shouted, angry that Michael would walk out before he had a chance to finish.

Michael came back into the room. “What’s there to talk about? Crystal ball there had a vision. Time to leave. Us slaves know the routine, your majesty,” Michael sneered as he went back into his room.

“Michael …” Isabel called after him.

“Let him go,” ordered Max as he got up to leave with Liz. Isabel watched as Max left and then ran to Michael.

"I have had enough of el Presidente," noted Kyle getting up as he started to pace rubbing the back of his neck.

“Kyle, are you okay?” asked Maria.

"Yeah,” he growled. "I'm just tired of all this alien shit.”

"I know," Maria mumbled. "I'm constantly reminded every day about just how tired I am of it also."

Before long, they were back on the road. Michael snorted abruptly as he settled down staring out a fifthly window, watching the blackness envelope them as they leave the city lights far behind.

‘I am so tired of Max, so fucking tired of him. At one time in my life, I wanted to emulate Max, to be him to have what he had. But after Liz, our dynamics changed. He confided in her about alien matters and let her freely investigate what I wanted so desperately to discover. It was if I was not good enough, but then I am not. They both are from good middle class families with virtues and morality; I on the other hand I am white trailer trash. I saw it in Liz’s eye that day she came that day, and I saw it, that same look every time Max and Isabel would come to get me. Their skins crawled being there even for only a few minutes, I had to live with that trash for years.’

“Michael… I want…..”

‘I so wanted Max’s approval then and even now, but each time I tried to show my abilities, my worth, he shot me down, insulting me as if I was some kind of retard incapable of feelings or having any mental capacity. Time after time, I tried, from the key in Valenti’s desk, to Atherton’s dome, to my ability to read the star map, Max never admitted that I was right and that I had done what was necessary to discover our alien roots. There are other instances that I have shoved down deep, they sit there festering, churning, waiting until one day in the heat of the moment it gushes forth, spewing it’s venom over all in hearing range.’

“Michael…”

'I have tried so hard to be what Max wanted, what everyone wants, but it is not happening. Instead of pleasing him, I disappointed him every time. Sometimes I was driven to try my hardest, the key incident forced me into creating a winning painting, I was sure Max would be proud of me as his friend; instead the painting and I were failures in his eyes. Max would get so angry at times that he was forced to punish me physically at school, at Buckley Point, at my apartment, even with all the physical and mental abuse I still want Max to say ‘good job’, ‘you were right’, anything positive. But no, instead Max keeps information away from me, hides his powers, trusts other people on a whim like my dupe, and most of all he has pulled away from me, no longer do I feel he would hold out his hand if I was dying. I am no longer wanted or needed. For some reason down deep, I need Max, I don’t know why but I need him to want me, to love me. It sounds so fucking gay.’

‘I have tried to keep my temper in control, to keep Rath in control, to keep the memories in control, to keep… Fuck, once again he gets everything I get nothing. I am glad that Max had a good family it is only some days I wish my life did not add up to a big zero.’

“Michael…!!!!”

‘Good things never happened to me, to Max and Isabel yes, to me a big fat negative. Remember, I had Hank in my life, an abuser not only of alcohol but also of me, physically, mentally and sexually. Yes, that last part no one knows about. I have kept that secret from Max and Isabel, partly because of the shame and partly because it would hurt Isabel too much to know what I endured to keep her safe. Hank saw Isabel one day after we had reunited, she was only nine and even at that age she was stunning, long blonde hair, big eyes, incredible. Hank forced me to choose her or me. “Choose Micky”, those words still echo in my head. I knew I could not protect her 24 hours a day from Hank, he would finagle a way to grab her and then kill her afterwards. Therefore, I chose, me, as he held me over the end of the sofa and shoved his cock into me repeatedly. I remember so much pain; afterwards I threw up and washed off in the shower scrubbing myself with a bar of lye soap and a stiff bristle brush until I thought my skin would come off trying to get Hank’s stench off me. And no, that was not a only time, it happen so many times that I lost count. That abuse finally stopped when I was 14, I hit Hank in the balls with my powers, damaging him after one exceptionally brutal attack. He was drunk and thought he fell over a box down the front steps injuring himself. After that, he could never get it up to fuck me. '

“Michael… listening…”

‘I don’t know why I let it happen over and over again? Why didn' I t stop it? I ask that question all the time. Is it payment for retribution, for killings during war, for what happened on Antar, for what I did to Zan or Vilandra? God I wish I knew, I am so frustrated not knowing, it is maddening. Deep down inside, I have flashes of a similar abuse, could my past life also have dealt with sexual abuse and such hatred.’

The van came to a dead stop as Max got out of his seat and came around to the side throwing open the door.

‘Maybe that is why I cannot accept anything good in my life, why I have to degrade and mistrust everyone, why love is nonexistent for me.’ ‘Love, there I said it, I said the word, love. To me it is just a word like enigma, baffling to the mind. My love in this life is suppose to be Maria, until death do us part, you know the spiel. But I know she is only temporary until she discovers her mistake one day, then she will be gone. Poof! Like that. Like before. Fuck! I am living on borrowed time; waiting for the pellet to drop, I know it and accept it. Max is living on a hope and a dream that came true; his time is forever, his...'

“Michael listen to me,” Max shook him hard, “Why is it you never listen to what I have to say.” Michael looked at Max with dead cold eyes, no caring, no want, no love.

~ The small hairline crack explodes ~

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 1: Part 7 of 10

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 1: The Road Trip from Hell
~ The Phone Call ~

Timeline: Six Months after Leaving Roswell

“Who has to know when we live such fragile lives? It's the best way we survive” “Dirty Little Secrets” by The All American Rejects

“Controlling what the hell do you mean I am controlling Michael?” yelled Max as they exited the van. Michel just sneered at him and walked into the restaurant.

‘You think I am controlling? Everyone around me thinks I am controlling? I am not controlling, they just do not understand. Yes, I like my life ordered, neat, filed, and I want to know what is happening but I am not controlling. I am simply trying to keep everyone together, everyone safe, everyone alive. Is that selfish? Is that controlling? I think not!'

'Controlling, if anyone was controlling, it was Rath. He demanded mine and Vilandra’s complete devotion, our time, energy, emotional stability and constant presence. He was incomplete without us; he knew that, I knew that and used that need against Rath to control him.'

'Everything Michael does is impulsive, fast, volatile, unpredictable, how is Max suppose to handle him, Max has to be tough, be unyielding, be the stronger alien. Max cannot give in to him for even one minute. I once again may have to employ the same techniques I used in controlling Rath.'

'I remember Rath would come off the battlefields emotionally drained, psychotic in his actions, demented in his thoughts. Until his mind and body healed, he was dangerous and only Vilandra and I could approach or deal with him. It was, I, Zan who pieced him back together, I remember that clearly now. I would pull him out of the battles and nursed his soul, mind, and emotional well-being. Vilandra would help and we would have to contend with his nightmares, his irrational behavior, and his temperament. It was in our arms that he would rest in relaxation; it was in our arms that he sought gratification; and it was in our arms that he found peace from the horrors of the battlefield. I would call that controlling, the world revolved around Rath, and now it revolves around Michael.'

'Maybe a better word than controlling would be domineering, when referring to Rath. Of course, I have been accused of this element also, but I have no choice. I have the ability to dominate people, bend them to my will. I know I have used that ability to some degree, but I do it for our safety. I use it to keep Liz subservient to Max for his own safety. Everyone in this van must listen and obey me. I have to keep the group close to me.’

“And what will you have sir,” Max suddenly found himself sitting in the restaurant with everyone ordering their food, with no memory of how he got there.
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It had been six months since the group left Roswell; Isabel was feeling guilty, guilty about lying to Jesse all those months, guilty about leaving him behind. Isabel was lost in her own thoughts.

‘Cold as Ice that song is playing on the radio in another nondescript truck stop in another no-name town. I can feel the coldness in my heart as I slip into the ’Ice Princess’ mode. I ordered dinner looking at the people I am suppose to love surrounding me, all I can see are those who made me leave my home, my family, and my husband. I know that is wrong, but I guess I am feeling depressed theses days. I feel cold inside as if all love vacated, all life ended, all hope vanished.’

‘I am so sick and tired of the black emptiness of being on the road, another blah dirty motel room, another sickening show of Max and Liz lips locked, another day listening Michael and Maria’s bickering, and another day of trying to keep Kyle off my ass. Don’t get me wrong I love Kyle as a friend, I just don’t see me and him together, in bed type of relationship.’

‘Oh God what is with men and me. Why can’t I maintain a healthy decent relationship? Something must be wrong with me, every relationship I have had has ended in disaster.’

‘Jesse, oh my poor Jesse, I treated him like a science project. Once Max determined we were staying on Earth, I decided to have a human life. Michael no longer was interested in me, as he so said very harshly to my face one night when I visited his apartment, where from the door I could see Maria’s naked back in his bed. Michael obviously had found release and pleasure in this world, and why should I be denied?’

‘I was tired of being the victim; I wanted to become a new person, stronger, in charge. The next morning I cut my hair and colored it before going to my dad’s office party. Once there I scoped out the first piece of meat that fit my qualifications, young, good looking, career orientated; a sucker. I was enjoying the affair, sneaking around keeping it a secret. Somehow, things went awry when idea of marriage became an obsession of mine making me determined to make Jesse my husband. We had barely known each other, there lies the crux of the problem, we should have taken the time to get better acquainted. Jesse really is a good man at heart and did not deserve what he got in our marriage. He deserves to be free.’

Then out of the blue, Isabel did the unimaginable, she got up from the table and went to the phones located behind the restrooms. Using a calling card she had concealed in her purse a couple of months ago, she called her father’s office pretending to be a client looking for Jesse to represent her. She insisted on only Jesse and finally the secretary gave her the firm’s name in Boston and number. Isabel dialed the number, her hands were shaking, as she asked to please speak to Jesse, she used her name Ms. Evon Izall, a previous client from Roswell.

Within seconds Jesse was on the phone, Isabel told him how much she did love him but it was time for him to go on with his life, she would never be coming back. She had to do it; she had to have closure on this part of her life.

He said he understood, that he had settled down in Boston and was doing well. He planned on a political career and then he said something she did not expect. He had met an old lawyer friend from college, who had come up against him in a couple of small trials lately. Her husband had died in a horrible car crash, she was so very lonely; he was lonely from losing Isabel, and the two of them just kind of fell into bed together one night. That one night became two and then three and so on. Jesse told Isabel that Marcela, her name was Marcela Chavez, wanted to get married and start a family, before she got much older. Jesse then admitted that he wanted to be a part of that family.

It was all Isabel could do not to cry openly on the phone. Isabel told Jesse she was happy for him, he deserved a good wife with an honest marriage. She then hung up the pay phone in the restaurant’s hallway, clutching onto the receiver trying to catch herself, as she felt dizzy. Isabel was devastated that he waited only a couple of months to jump into bed with another woman, a woman who wanted his child. ‘Maybe that was the catch to lure him in,’ thought Isabel, ‘maybe we can’t have children with humans.’ Isabel walked into the ladies room where she could throw cold water upon her face. She looked at herself in the mirror, the image was blurred as if Isabel Evans was but an illusion. ‘It is good that he has gotten on with his life; he needs normalcy, stability, a human non-alien stress free life.’ She slowly then walked out to wait for the gang in the van, terrified of what Max and Michael were going to say when she told them about using the phone call.

Soon everyone arrived back to the van ready to drive through the night. It was well into the next day before they stopped at a small motel, Isabel did not sleep at all; she knew what she had to do the next morning.

Isabel looked around the table at some no-name local diner before she cleared her throat, “I need to talk to everyone in my room after breakfast.”

“Okay, what is up Isabel?” asked Max.

“Please wait until then, okay?” Isabel was fidgeting with her rings at least now she knew her past was behind her, nothing to keep her from the future.

Back in her room, the silence was deafening as everyone took a place on the floor, chair or bed as Isabel began to pace the small room. “Iz?” Max sensed something was wrong. “What is it?”

”I did something really wrong.” Isabel paused unsure what to do. “I knew it was wrong but I had to.”

“Isabel?” Michael was up off the floor running his hands through his hair, “Isabel you didn’t.” Michael was picking upon Isabel’s emotions that she was unconsciously emitting.

“Go on,” Max glared at Michael to shut up. “Go on we are listening.”

”I needed closure. I had to finish things.” Isabel started shaking.

“You called him didn’t you?” yelled Michael, he was seething with rage, his face was red, his jaw set, as his fist struck the wall. “Damn it! You put us all in danger.”

“Michael, sit down,” ordered Max.

“No!” Michael started to rub his neck, the veins were showing, he was so tense. “I don’t take orders from you. Remember you abdicated the throne your highness.” Michael enjoyed throwing that line into Max’s face every time he had the chance.

“Let her finish,” said Kyle showing his support for Isabel, she had told him what happened before breakfast.

”And who are you to have a say Kyle,” Michael snapped, forcing him into silence with a simple look. “When did you call him?” Michael’s fist again contacted with the brick wall, “I should have killed him when I had the chance.”

“No Michael.” Isabel was up in his face, “How dare you say that.”

“I dare, I dare because your little escapade with Jesse almost cost us our lives not once but twice courtesy of the FBI, his friends.”

”Michael shut up,” yelled Max. Turning to Isabel, he lowered his voice trying to keep in control. “Isabel just when did you call him?”

“At the restaurant, the night before last. I called Dad’s office and found out where he was in Boston and I called there pretending to be a client.” Isabel was sobbing.

“This is bad,” scowled Michael as he started pacing, “we are so fucked,”

“Did you talk with him?” Max asked as calmly as he could, ignoring Michael.

“Yes I told him I was sorry and to get on with his life.” Isabel sank down into a chair.

“You didn’t use your own name?” questioned Max. “Right!”

“I’m not that stupid.”

Michael turned and walked directly up to Isabel, leaned over, and looked in her eyes. “That is debatable at this point,” Straightening up he looked down at her, “This is really fucking bad!” He then walked past her heading for another wall to punch out. “Thanks Iz,” as his fist once again made contact, the brick turned to dust. Michael turned and stood there in front of her crossing his arms. “Thanks for putting our lives in danger.”

That made the tears start down her face; Isabel stood and ran out of her room into the small park adjacent to the motel.

”Well that was just great Michael.” Maria patted him on the back. “If you are done with all the blame, belittling, punching up the room, and yelling for now, I think I will go and see if Isabel needs anything, because you as a friend SUCK.” The last word she yelled in his ear. “Okay? Good.” Maria did not wait for or want an answer from Michael as she stomped out of the room.

Michael watched Maria, “Go see if I care,” he yelled waving his hand as if shooing her out the door. Michael turned around feeling eyes on him, “What?” He crossed his arms again. “I have a right to be pissed. She put us all in danger.”

“Yeah like you have never done anything impulsive and put us in danger Michael,” said Liz.

“What? Like when Maximilian saved your life and put Isabel and me in danger. He sacrificed us for you. You mean that type of danger.” Michael’s eyes were pernicious as he challenged Liz to say anything.

“Michael,” yelled Max.

Liz stood up to Michael, for a brief millisecond, before she turned and ran out of the room towards Maria and Isabel.

“Michael how could you say that to Liz,” Max was furious.

“What because I told your little Queen just how I feel about being made a sacrificial lamb for a human that did not even know you existed. You sacrificed us Max, live with the truth.”

Max took a step towards Michael, his right hand was clenched, “You take that back. You hurt her feelings.”

“What about mine and Isabel’s feelings, Max, or are we not allowed any.”

“Speaking of Isabel.” Kyle interrupted the impending bloodbath, “Isabel feels really bad about what she did,” Kyle cleared his throat seeing if they were paying attention. “She just wanted to end that part of her life.” Kyle paused and looked at Michael to see if he was going to be made into dust by the alien mind meld technique.

“Go ahead.” said the impatient alien.

“Jesse wants a divorce, seems as though he is shacking up with some lawyer dame and they want to get married and have a kid.”

“Oh no!” Max just looked at the door.

“Figures the son of a bitch would walk out on her.” Michael shook his head. ”Good! I am glad he is out of her life.” Michael said with a smile, deep inside he was pleased, very pleased. “I still say I should have killed him.” Michael uncrossed his arms and walked out the door down to his own room.

~This one small hairline crack became numerous cracks~

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 1: Part 8 of 10

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 1: The Road Trip from Hell
~ Losing Ground ~

Timeline: Seven Months after Leaving Roswell

“I'm stood at the edge and I'm looking down caught in the danger zone. I feel like a king that has lost his crown and now I stand here alone” "Fractured Love" by Def Leppard

From state to state, they traveled the south throughout the late winter months. Sometimes they stayed for as long as a couple of weeks, other times it was for lunch or a dinner as they slept in the van to keep on going. There were days that their time together was great; they all got along, almost as if they were back in high school together. Then there were the bad times, and those times though far and few in between were unforgettable as well as unforgivable.

During the last few weeks, Max tried to keep his anger in check and control the demon within him. He knew that Zan was surfacing, wanting control. Max fought him in the daily survival contest, but it was becoming apparent to everyone Max was losing his sanity. Most of his free time was spent with Liz, in honeymoon bliss. She was everything he wanted; she was perfect in his vision, his human vision.

He tried to understand Isabel and her predicament leaving Jesse but it was difficult, it seemed as though they had very little in common lately. Then there was Michael, he did not know what to do. He felt as though he was falling down a well where Michael was concerned. He couldn’t see daylight anymore in their relationship. Deep down inside Max was not going to give up on Michael, he would win the battle inside and heal all the wounds, he had to he could not let Michael nor Rath go. Why? Why was Michael so important, he could not understand why?

Michael was also losing his battle; Rath was surfacing more and more. Michael had been experiencing time losses for months, now they were becoming longer, more visible to people around him as they noticed Michael would act different for long spaces of time for a few minutes to a few hours and then he would be normal again. He was trying to do what is right but there were times when he could not control himself. His name is permanently etched above the doghouse that Maria has issued for him. He has bought so many makeup flowers over the last few months he was beginning to feel like a fucking florist.

Then he snapped Isabel’s head off about her phone call to Jesse. He caught her outside the next day walking in the forest. He apologized, the words stuck in his craw for a while, but finally the ‘sorry’ word surfaced. As for Max, Michael was disheartened, he felt so alone, but he was not going to be the one to make the first move. It would be up to Max to begin the healing process, it would be a long hard road.

Isabel had also lost ground. After finding out about Jesse she gave up having a normal human life. Vilandra seized on that feeling and slid in merging with Isabel; very subtly, very gently, she poisoned Isabel’s blood with feelings of lust and want for Rath.

Liz’s change was the most noticeable, not just the physical reconstruction of the brain pathways resulting in alien powers but emotional and psychological. After their marriage she became completely absorbed by Max; she lived, slept, breathe, and existed for him. She lost herself in his alien domination; she had become the perfect wife to a King, submissive, quiet, and obedient.

Maria and Kyle at times thought the world had turned upside down watching the four of them flip back and forth from normal to downright weird. Maria lost Liz as her best friend, no longer did they have long bitch sessions about the guys, instead Liz would droll on and on about her god Max. Now, Maria and Kyle would talk for hours and take bets on who was going to flip out next. Kyle usually won using his standby bet, Michael.

Max and Michael scared Maria the most; they were becoming more and more violent with each other. At first, it was only vocal, and then in the last few weeks it turned into more of a physical shoving match. Then the unthinkable happened, one day Michael and Max were joking around, the best of friends and then whap; they were beating the crap out of each other over nothing. After that, wiping up the blood spilt after one of their ‘discussions’ became a common ‘household chore’ for Maria. Fortunately they never really hurt each other during these little skirmishes, Isabel made sure it stopped before they seriously maimed each other.

Once Michael and Max began their daily bloodbath ritual, Isabel and Maria became closer. They stated talking more, about the boys, about life, about being human, and about being alien. Maria thought it was great, it was like having a sister, and she needed a female friend now that Liz was busy with Max. But even Isabel had her moments. One minute Isabel would be talking about how close she and Maria had become while doing Maria’s nails and then whap; she was cold, attacking Maria for treatment of Michael and snarling at Kyle for being a human.

The one thing though that Maria was positive of was Michael’s love for her. She could feel it, it was hard to explain, but she could feel those feelings radiate out to her from him. She knew she was lost and that she could never leave him, no matter what the future brought.

Oh yes, it was a never a dull moment in the Action-Packed-Van-of-Fun-and Adventure.

‘Can I get a refund?’ Maria wondered.

~ Snap Crack Pop ~

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation / male female

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 1: Part 9 of 10

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 1: The Road Trip from Hell
~ Nature Boy ~

Timeline: Eight Months after Leaving Roswell

“And while we spoke of many things fools and kings. This he said to me …the greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return…” “Nature Boy” by Nat King Cole

They had been on the road for hours traveling through Texas when Max pulled off at a rest area, that had been carved out of a oil field on one side and back up against a hill on the other. For a change, things had been going okay. Both Michael and Max seemed to be on friendly terms again making everyone’s time together pleasant.

Maria pulled closer to Michael and whispered in his ear. “Michael, think hot lustful sex there in those trees.” She pointed the nature area adjacent to the restrooms; it was thick in underbrush, trees, and flowers.

Michael’s eyebrows went up. “What?”

“You heard me Nature Boy. Me Jane. You Tarzan. Got any ideas?”

He smiled at her, “Hot monkey sex?”

“You’re warm.” Maria licked her red lips, making obvious overt suggestions to him.

Michael took a large gulp of air, his pants were already tight at her words but now with the physical evidence presented to him, he was ready to explode without even touching her. “Damn! How about an out of this world fuck." he whispered.

“Bingo! Oh, you’re good. Let’s get going.” Maria grabbed his hand and shoved him out the door, practically dragging him into the underbrush.

After darting thorny bushes and hanging twigs, they found a place that was like an overgrown vegetation cave. Michael pushed her up against the tree, his body pinning her in place. Maria grimaced at the rough bark; Michael sensed her discomfort and turned the bark into soft foam like material, enveloping Maria in a snug hug.

“You like to play games?” Michael whispered as he nipped her ear, letting his tongue trailed downward, finding her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat began to race as his other hand caressed her breast through the cotton shirt. Their lips met, mouths opened on contact, their breaths exchanged bodies as Maria wiggled to get closer to him. His kisses became desperate, rough, she was being consumed alive, her body, her soul, her very being.

He grabbed her wrists with his hand and raised them both above her head. Holding them with one hand he leaned into her ear, “You feel like playing games, sex games?” He bit her neck lightly. A wild, raw, untamable beast, no make that alien, dominated her. ”I do!”

Michael pressed his hips into her letting her feel his erection, very prominent through his jeans. Maria could hear people talking on the path just a few dozen feet away; the fact that they could be caught at any time only increased the excitement.

Michael also heard the people, as his hand traveled up under her shirt, then her bra, to pinch and encircle her nipple. “Quiet,” he whispered, “or all the fun will be over before it begins.” He kissed her again; she squirmed, locking her legs around his hips. “Oh God..” he growled, the friction on his cock was unbearable, he had to hold on, there was no way he was going to lose it in his pants,

Maria moaned the loss of Michael’s hand as it left her breast and went south to ball up her skirt taking it out of his way. He removed her black lace thong with a little magic, letting his finger slipped into her passage. Maria let down her legs spreading them apart, letting Michael in easier, one finger, then two, he pumped them in and out increasing his speed. “When I get you to the next motel, I am going to tie you down, play with your nipples, your pussy, pushing in, pulling out and then thrusting in hard and fast only to pull out and leave you whimpering for more.” Michael was hoarse as he whispered into her ear, his voice choked several times as he tried to remain in control. “I will not leave one are of your body untouched, I will lick, kiss, bite, and suck this skin until you are begging me to let you up, to let you come.” Michael attacked her breasts with his lips as he brought her up to and over the threshold. “Then I am going to fuck you like there is no tomorrow, you will scream till you are hoarse, quivering in my arms as I fuck you once, twice, three, four times till you are spent, unable to move till the next afternoon.”

“Oh God, Michael! Yessss!” Maria was beginning to buckle; Michael dropped her arms holding up her body weight by her hips. She felt lightheaded as the daylong drive for sex, that had occupied her mind, came to a climactic peak. However, she still wanted more, this was only the tip of the iceberg and her orgasm was just beginning. Maria began to fumble for his belt, undoing the buckle; she slowly pulled down on the zipper, each metal tooth popped like resounding gunshots echoing in the small wooden area. It seemed like a century to Michael, until she finally had the zipper all the way down and was pulling out his hard cock, stroking it in her velvet hands.

“Hsss” he seethed through his teeth, the pressure was incredible. He needed to be inside her now; Maria saw the raw hunger visible on his face, she also needed him to be inside her. Maria pushed down his pants with her free hand griping his a bare ass cheek, digging her nails in as Michael stepped forward and pressed his hips onto her, she felt his flesh on hers, both were so hot, ready to spontaneously combust. "You’ve are bad, bad girl!” Michael’s voice was gravelly barley contained as he rasped out against her ear.

“Only as bad as you are.” Maria quipped back before she moaned in pleasure as he started rubbing his thumb against her clit as his fingers started their movement again, causing a sharply increasing pressure with each stroke.

Suddenly his fingers withdrew as Maria drew her legs up and around his hips, both red tipped nails raked over his ass and lower back as he steadied her against the tree. Raising his head Michael stared directly into Maria’s eyes, dark almost black brooding pools were enveloping her, taking her down, drowning her. She knew she could never escape.

Michael shifted his hips up, then down and back slightly as he pressed into Maria. He grasped her thighs pulling them in snuggly as he slid his full length inside her. Then holding onto her hips, he pulled out and back in. He started to play with her, keeping her in suspense. He would push in deeply for two or three strokes and then draw back for shallow one, two or three strokes, the pattern never repeated. Then suddenly he would be back in deep, for one, two or three strokes and then back to shallow, barley the tip of his head in. Maria groaned when he pulled back, she tried to push herself onto his cock, to go deeper, but he held her hips tight, he was in control and she knew it.

“Michael, fuck me now, hard,” Maria voice was definitely above a whisper, she knew how to make Michael do her bidding; it only took one short sentence. Maria wanted Michael’s version of I-am-going-to-pound-the-living-shit-out-of-you- fuck; hard, fast, strong.

Michael emitted a low moan as he lost control. He took a deep breath only to have his concentration broken when he heard Max and Liz pass by talking about their mundane boring life. His chest rumbled with a smooth chuckle as he contemplated in his mind their sex life, ‘I bet Max and Liz would never do this, talk about vanilla.’ Maria’s moans brought him back to reality.

‘Oh the hell with games,’ Michael thought, ‘I want to fuck.’ Michael shifted her legs up higher, holding them steady as he thrust forward, filling her deeper, he was ramming into her with a great amount of force. Maria urged him on, as she was so close.

Maria saw a thousand stars on the inside of her eyelids as she came; she felt Michael’s body shuddered as he came violently inside her. He grabbed her hips as he fell forward against the tree, he saw the blinding light and the darkness was upon him before he could prepare himself. He blackout pushing Maria up against the tree, holding her securely with his weight, her legs were still around him, his cock hard and firm in her.

”Michael baby,” Maria caressed his neck and back whispering into his ear. “Wake up please.” After a few minutes Michael forced himself to wake from the orgasm, he looked at Maria, knowing what happened, nodded, and fell onto the ground with her on top of him. He maneuvered himself up against the tree, as she lay in his lap he again passed out.

It was almost 15 minutes later before Michael could force himself awake. Standing up, it took a few minutes for him to cleaned their clothes, redress, and restore the tree. Hand in hand, they walked back to the van and their four waiting friends who were staring intently at them. Michael just shrugged his shoulders and yelled “What?”

~These small hairline cracks started to spread outward~

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation / male female

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 1: Part 10 of 10

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: The Crack Widens
Chapter 1: The Road Trip from Hell
~ In the Open For All To See ~

Timeline: Same Day / Same Time / Different Views

“Every breath you take and every move you make. Every bond you break, every step you take. I'll be watching you” “Every Breath you Take” by Sting and The Police

Max and Liz walked down the hill to a small path that led to a small brook, it was a nice day, with butterflies were darting in and out of the bushes. They walked on, hand in hand enjoying the ambiance, neither speaking, until at last Liz broke the silence. “You are tired Max. We need to stop and rest.”

Max nodded that he heard her and squeezed her hand with a smile. They found a large rock and sat down on it. Max pulled Liz into his arms and took a deep breath. "Liz, these visions you have about us. Do you think they are real or your imagination?”

Liz looked into Max’s eyes. “I would had never said anything if I thought they were fake."

"I know, but is it possible that we may be jumping the gun a little on interpretation. Some have been very abstract.” Max pressed on. “How many times is this now?”

“This is the 23rd move in 5 months.” Liz sighed at the sound of her own voice. “It is true, most have been very abstract.” Liz began fiddling absently with the diamond ring on her finger. "I don’t know. Everyone is mad at me aren’t they?”

“No it isn’t you. It is this constant moving, it has everyone on edge.”

“Is that why you haven’t been sleeping Max?”

“No,” Max lied, “just worried as usual.” Max was worried but his sleep brought dreams that he was having trouble trying to reconcile the images with his conscious being. There were dreams of Antar, dreams of Rath, dreams of Ava, very sexual dreams of Ava. Then there were dreams of another girl with long white blond hair, his love for her and his need for her. He remembered her eyes liquid silver, just like Rath’s eyes. Max stopped, still in his thoughts, ‘Oh my God where did that come from? I remember what Rath’s eyes looked like, liquid silver and his hair was very blond.’ Max jumped up and spun Liz around. “I remember!” he yelled. “I remember.”

“What Max? What did you remember?” Liz fully expected Max to remember one of their many firsts, like first kiss, first date, first movie, and so on.

“I remembered what Rath looked like.”

“Oh,” Liz said, a tinge of jealousy pushed its head up, for the first time in as long as she knew Max, he was thinking of Michael before her. “What do you remember?”

“He had liquid silver eyes, like the mineral hematite. Oh and his hair was white blond and long, very long. He was tall, like he is now, but more muscular, thinner hips and a broader back. “

“Sound like you watched the Lord of the Rings one too many times.”

“What?”

“You know Legolas, long blond hair,” teased Liz as they started walking back to the van and the never-ending road ahead of them.

They heard a low moan in the bushes to the left of them, seeing a bare spot in the branches they looked through expecting to see a hurt animal, instead they saw Michael holding Maria up against a tree, having sex in front of the whole world. Her legs were around his hips, her skirt pushed up, her shirt opened, although her body was covered over by Michael, there was no doubt she was fully exposed.

Michael’s bare ass was moving rhythmically; he was pumping his cock in and out of Maria at such a fast pace it made Max wonder how Maria was able to take the punishment. Maria’s face was in his shoulder, her hands on his butt and lower back where several bright red welts could be seen. “Fuck!” they hear very clearly as Michael’s ass spasm and he shook uncontrollably as he came fast and hard inside of Maria and fell slowly against the tree.

“Oh My God,” Liz mouthed to Max, unable to tear her eyes away from the pornographic sight.

Max, displeased by the scene, just shook his head as he took Liz’s hand and walked back to the van.

Isabel had also decided to take walk and saw the hot, lust filled action by the tree; she was not pleased either, her eyes changed as Vilandra deep inside watched. A few minutes later Isabel found herself back at the van, not knowing how she ever got there.

The voyeurism did not end with those three, or four of you count Vilandra as a separate entity. Kyle had also decided to stretch his legs. After coming out of the restrooms, he couldn’t find anyone so he walked into the nature area. He also had heard a low moan as did Max and Liz, but what he saw was the beginning of Michael and Maria’s sexual antics. It had been a while since Kyle had a good romp in the bed. The last time was at this strip bar where Michael worked as a bouncer and sometime bartender. The girls heard it was his birthday and they gave him a private party since he was a good friend of their favorite employee. ‘Damn that night was good.’ Kyle remembered with fondness as he pants started to tighten. Watching these two, Kyle needed immediate release; so he did what any other red-blooded jock would do in the jungle, he spanked the monkey hard and fast. He came with Michael, exhausted as he slumped down into the dirt, pulling out his handkerchief to get rid of the evidence. ‘Fuck,’ he thought, ‘that was hot.’

It was a good 20 minutes later minutes later before Michael and Maria came walking back, where they were met with four sets of eyes.

Liz grabbed Maria by the arm, “Girl we have got to talk.” Liz dragged Maria into the van where they claimed the middle for a rare classic gossip session.

Kyle just grinned and punched Michael in the arm, “Way to go stud. Thanks!” He then went and got into the driver’s seat starting up the engine.

Max and Isabel were angry, they gave him the ‘How could you do that?’ look. Isabel turned and brushed past Michael, headed for the passenger seat.

“What?” Michael smirked at Max as he got into the van, “I feel better, that walk was refreshing. How about you?” He took the back seat, sprawled out to sleep finishing his alien orgasm. Max ended up on the floor, his head against the seat where Michael was asleep. He could sense the intense orgasm Michael was still feeling, somehow Max locked into that sensation as he closed his eyes and floated with Michael.

~ These small hairline cracks begin to quake~

Author’s note:

Thanks to all who continue to persevere and trudge through this piece.

That ends Chapter 1, The Road Trip From Hell.

In this chapter, our little pod people are having some problems; okay they are nuttier than last year’s fruitcake.

Michael is fighting his inner self and losing ground quickly as shown by his thoughts and behavior.

Isabel has closed her life with Jesse and Vilandra is now merging with her slowly.

Max is going slowly insane, at least he thinks, as two distinct personalities fight for dominance.

Maria is still in love with Michael, knowing she can never leave him again, although she is tired of the whole road trip.

Liz has lost herself in the powerful grip of the alien side of Max.

Kyle is beginning to display his powers, which appear to be as volatile as Michael’s once were.

More angst, more conflicts, more solutions, more memories, and if you make it through all that there are more “nature boy” episodes to come.

There were many obvious and subtle hints that should give away what cards are in my hand. Speaking of cards on to Chapter 2: Explosion

Interesting that Kyle is becoming as volatile as he is becoming. That could prove to be both funny and disconcerting... depending on where you are standing. It does sound like the group has some major problems to deal with, all in all. Max's struggle with himself (Zan) is an interesting character study. And Michael has a lot of demons from the past to deal with, not to mention his problems with Max. I hope they can all find some kind of peace and tranquility, or at least acceptance of each other, eventually. It doesn't look like it is headed that way, though. They seem to need each other more than they really want to, except maybe Michael and Maria. Their relationship seems somehow stronger. I'm looking forward to seeing where you take it. And by the way, I liked how Michael put a stop to Hank's abuse. There's nothing like a well-deserved and well-placed comeuppance!

Thanks for the feedback

Things will get a lot worst before they get better- especially between Max and Michael. Liz will be lost for quite a while. Kyle will not come into his own importance in the story until Book 4 when he will emerge as a very strong independent character. Isabel and Maria will have some problems but will emerge stronger by working together. It will take time, as in everything time and a catalyst before they get their priories in order. :D

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 2: Part 1 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 2: Explosion
~ Poker ~

Timeline: Ten Months after Leaving Roswell

“Pickin' up the pieces of my sweet shattered dream. I wonder how the old folks are tonight” “Carefree Highway” by Gordon Lightfoot

They spent the spring traveling across the heartland, working a little here or there. The constant time spent in the van was costly, not monetarily, but in friendships, unity, and sanity.

Four days, for four solid days they have been on the road this time. Max as usual was in the driver’s seat and Liz was in the passenger’s seat. Max insisted on winding their way to their next target, zigzagging in and out on back highways, leaving a confused trail to follow.

“Hey heads up everyone, there is a gas station ahead.” Max yelled to the back of the van. “Michael wake up and be prepared.”

Michael opened one eye and shook his head as he said silently ‘Being cautious was one thing but being fuckin’ paranoid is another.' He crossed his arms and closed his eyes again.

Max looked back and saw Michael again asleep ‘Damn it why can’t he obey me,’ thought Max. ‘Both he and Isabel fight me; I need to keep them close to me, for their own protection. The harder I try, the further they seem to pull away; I just do not understand why they will not listen to me. I should not have to give an order twice, one is enough, they should be expecting what I want, what I will say and do it before I have to get angry.’ Max careened the van into the parking lot and pulled short of a stall, coming to an abrupt stop. Everyone toppled out of their seat, surprised by his sudden lack of driving skills.

After a short stop for gas and some carry out food, the black road was once again disappearing beneath their tires as the teens settle down looking for something to keep themselves occupied. After a few minutes, Michael pulled out a deck of cards and a bag of M&M’s that he had picked up back at the gas station.

“What are those for Michael?” inquired Maria.

“Poker.” he smiled as he shuffled the cards, while dropping down onto the floor of the van after he magically rearranged the seats. Kyle joined him, “How about you two?” looking up at Maria and Isabel.

“What are we using for money Michael?” asked Isabel.

“This bag of M&M’s of course, unless …” Michael’s voice trailed off with a devil’s glint in his eyes.

“Unless what?” Isabel insisted, even Kyle knew what the ‘unless’ meant.

“Unless you want to play, oh say, strip poker,” Michael’s eyebrows went up as he smirked. “I don’t mind, I am willing to suffer. How about you Kyle?”

“Now you’re talking.” Kyle smiled as he patted the space next to him. “Come on it will be cozy.”

“You are both sick.” Isabel snorted as she smacked each on the back and sat down. “Deal me in.” Looking at a shocked Maria, Isabel winked and then she smiled seductively at Michael as she leaned over Kyle to whisper in Michael’s ear. “I will take a handful of M&M’s please.” She leaned back coyly.

“Oh well it was worth a shot,” Michael said as he poured some into her waiting palm.

Maria almost lost it laughing, “I am so glad I already went potty,” as she giggled more. “Okay count me in too Space Boy,” said Maria holding out her hand. ”Now how do I play this again?”

“Oh! No!” whimpered Kyle.

The first few hands were played in relative silence as Michael and Kyle won most of the pots. Then all of the sudden the tide changed as Isabel and Maria started winning. Soon the boys were down to their last few M&M’s.

“Hey you’re not using any alien hi-jinks.” Kyle questioned, “Are you?”

“Yeah these hands have been loaded,” muttered Michael as he shook his head and smirked.

“It is up to you Michael. Are you going to raise or fold?” Maria questioned as she absentmindedly ate some of her profits.

“I don’t have enough for a raise,” he declared, in his hand were three kings high.

“In some poker games they allow collateral,” suggested Isabel throwing a glance at Maria.

“And what would that be?” asked Kyle who had a pair of aces but not enough candy either for a raise.

“Yeah we have no collateral Isabel?” noted Michael stretching his back as he ate a few of his remaining coinage.

“Well I guess Maria and I could consider your clothing as collateral,” Isabel stifled a snicker.

Michael broke out in a big smile as he threw his head back, laughing silently.

“Hey, this was a set up.” Kyle declared, pissed he had been had at their own game. “I knew it!”

“Come on put up or shut up,” replied Maria as she reached over landing in Michael’s lap trying to get his belt off.

“Maria! Stop it.” Michael was trying to defend himself, well not really but he pretended to; actually, he was enjoying Maria’s hands on him.

Isabel raised the ante as she grabbed for Michael’s shirt trying to get it off. “Isabel!” Michael exclaimed as he rolled up into a ball.

They never felt the van pull off at the next deserted exit or stop as it pulled under an overpass, hidden from view.

~ These small hairline cracks begins to shudder~

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 2: Part 2 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 2: Explosion
~ The Fight ~

Timeline: Same Day

“You think you're special. You do-- I can see it in your eyes. I can see it when you laugh at me. Look down on me -You walk around on me. Just one more fight. About your leadership and I will straight up. Leave your shit. Cause I've had enough of this and now I'm pissed” “My Way Or The Highway” by Limp Bizkit


“That’s enough!” The dictatorial voice sliced through the peals of laughter as Max glared at them through tense, piercing eyes. “We are running for our lives and all you four can do is play poker and laugh?” The laughter stopped immediately as they all looked at Max, as if he suddenly turned green and grew antennae out of his head.

”What in the hell is your fucking problem Max?” Michael yelled back, “Are you losing it?”

“Max what is wrong? You have been acting different for several weeks now.” Isabel was worried about her brother this just was not him. “I know the pressure has been bad these last five months, but your actions have been ridiculous lately.” Isabel mind silently processed some thoughts she had been carrying around. ‘Max has changed since we have been in this trip, up until know he has always treated Michael and me as equals and now he is on a power drive. The only one he lets in is little Miss Perfect. They discussed and decided courses of action along the way. Still with all the changes and his current obsession, I still love him.’

Kyle and Maria did not say a thing; they just shrunk into the background letting the aliens have a go-a-round. Liz on the other hand spoke up in defense of Max. “Don’t you people have any idea what my poor Max is going through? There are FBI men and crazy skins trying to kill him and me because he is an alien.” Liz hugged Max, smiling sweetly at him.

Isabel and Michael looked at each other stunned. “What the fuck are we Liz? Hint! Max, Isabel and I are the aliens.” Michael was barely contained as he started his assault. “We, three, are on the run for our lives, they want us, what is left of the royalty of Antar, not you.” Michael threw the door opened and got out. “It is your fault we are in this predicament. Get that clear.” Michael shouted back as he headed out into a wheat field. “You are nothing but a human that fearless leader there is sleeping with.”

That last statement hurt not only Liz but also Maria, ‘is that what Michael thinks of me’ she wondered. However, it was not Michael who said those things it was someone else, deep inside, a forgotten part of his past.

Max was furious, he ran after Michael grabbing his arm and spinning him around, striking him with a vicious punch to Michael’s left cheek, dropping him to the ground. Max had used his powers against Michael in that strike, electricity sparked as his fist made contact. Michael shook his head and got back up.

Being dazed from the first punch, Max easily punched him in the nose, putting him back down in the dirt.

Michael looked up at Max standing superiority over him; a faraway expression washed across his face, his eyes flashed of fire, hatred; eyes that would stop at nothing until he dominated Michael in all aspects, mental, physical, even emotional.

Michael feared for his life at that moment, his warrior instincts kicked in. “That was a bad mistake Maxwell,” said Michael as he attacked.

Faster than Max could react, Michael jumped up and struck back, landing simultaneous blows to Max’s stomach, chest, and face. The fight was on, equal in strength; each easily dominated the other for a few moments only to relinquish the position just as fast.

The two rolled around on the ground hitting each other as well as shooting off their powers, barely missing each other and creating small circular burned patches in the wheat field surrounding them.

“Stop it!” Isabel yelled as she ran trying to get in between them. Finally, she blasted them both about twenty feet into the air as they landed up against an old Burma Shave billboard sign before they dropped to the dirt groaning. Each was tired as they laid there breathing heavily. Maria rushed over to check on Michael while Liz did the same to Max.

“I am okay Maria,” Michael said as he stood up, “Please just leave me be,” holding his ribs he limped back to the van.

“Oh Max! Are you all right?” Liz asked. “How could Michael attack him like that?” Liz shouted at Maria.

“Michael? Where were you Liz? Max threw the first punch just like at Buckley Point,” retorted Maria as she headed after Michael.

“Max is the King,” Liz shot back. “Michael needs to obey him.”

“Liz, Max gave up being King. Moreover, even if he was to be the King again, their relationship is between them. You have no say.” Vilandra was edging in just a little as Isabel spoke.

Liz opened her mouth but nothing came out, she looked a Max. He heard Liz, and was shocked that those words came out of her mouth. ‘Sounds like something Tess would say,’ Max found himself thinking.

“Max, are you okay?” asked Isabel. “I am sorry but I had to split the two of you up before you killed each other.”

“I am okay Iz. You better check on Michael, I think I hurt him real bad, I used my powers when striking him with my fists.”

“Oh no! Why?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what is happening to me.” Max felt bad about what he had done to Michael. “He may never forgive me for this.” Max put his head in his hands. “I feel as though I am losing it.”

“Come on,” as she leaned over to help Max stand. “Kyle you drive and find the nearest motel.” directed Isabel.

Liz gave Max her hand also as he got up and they headed towards the van. Michael as already laying on the back seat with his eyes closed. Maria was next to him quiet, holding his hand. Max and Liz sat down not saying a word as Kyle started the engine.

Isabel went to Michael and placed her hand on his forehead “Michael?” she whispered softly

“I am okay Iz,” fibbed Michael as he winced.

~These small hairline cracks now threaten the foundation~

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 2: Part 3 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 2: Explosion
~ Caveman vs. Alien ~

Timeline: Same Day

“This cold air brings such a distance to us such a painful distance” "Midnight Highway" by Daphne Loves Derby

Kyle found a billboard advertising lodgings within twenty minutes after hitting the highway. He pulled off at the exit for Dead Bear Lake and followed the signs to the Lost Way Motel. The motel, originally a honeymoon getaway in the fifties, was now an adult theme tourist destination. Recently the owners had renovated the motel in various themes and brought back a lot of the ambience and originality that made it so popular.

They only had two rooms available so Kyle grabbed them; he paid for a full week, he figured they needed rest after the last explosion between Max and Michael. There would be another room opened in two days, Kyle prepaid for that room as well. He took the keys and checked out the rooms, seeing which would be suitable for Michael in his condition. After seeing both rooms, Kyle was wondering what the third room, called ‘Wild Wild West’, would be like, “Yea haw,” he laughed aloud and slapped his knee, “That will be mine and maybe some pretty little filly….”

”What filly Kyle…Oh My God!” said Maria upon entering the room. “You have got to be kidding.” She just stared at the decorations, “This is our room?”

Maria was standing in the door at the ‘Cave Man Rules’ room, complete with rock waterfall shower, faux stone furniture and walls. This room had a fold out sofa bed, a kitchenette hidden in a closet, and a stone fireplace. There was a large sunken Jacuzzi, for four and a small patio. The best item in the room by far was a large oversized club, the infamous caveman club, made of foam, to ‘knock’ your mate unconsciousness before carrying her to the raised platform fur-covered king size circular bed.

Kyle smiled; “Yeah well I figured the big lug would like the King sized bed. Oh you should see Max’s; it will make him green with envy.”

“You mean ‘make me green with envy’.”

“No, Max,” Kyle grinned secretively as a scream erupted down the hallway. Maria turned and rushed toward the sound, Kyle followed slowly.

“Yikes! What is this?” gasped Liz as she covered her mouth with her hand.

She was standing inside the ‘Alien Encounters of the Sexual Kind’ room, with a silver lame' bedspread covering a queen size bed, glowing green lights, brightly polished silver bare-metal ceiling, and flashing UFO’s flying overhead on a wire. The piece-de-résistance was an over sized fiberglass model of E.T. retrofitted to be a shower stall. There was a small sofa, a kitchenette, a dining set for two, and a saucer shaped freestanding gas fireplace in the corner.

“Oh! No! No, no, no this cannot be real!” exclaimed Max, the green lights were reflecting off his pale skin. Maria got there just in time to see Max and Liz bathed in a green glow, the look on their faces was priceless. Michael was walking by, aided by Isabel, when they stopped to see the sight.

“Oh my,” Isabel curled up her nose. “You have got to be kidding. Kyle?” She started to laugh as she gave him the thumbs up. Kyle just bowed and went out to the van to get everyone’s bags.

Michael laughed just once before he started coughing as the merriment was putting pressure on his injured ribs. Isabel held him tighter as Maria came around the other side as they walked down the hallway. “Wait till you see our room, it is a throwback.”

“To what Maria?” inquired Isabel, “The seventies?”

“Further,” replied Maria as she stopped in front of the cave room and threw open the door.

“Oh my God, you found Michael-land,” Isabel went into hysterics as they helped Michael to the bed.

“Hey, is that supposed to be some sort of insult?” Michael asked, “Because I am not amused.” He closed his eyes and winced sharply. Isabel noticed his discomfort.

“Michael! Are you calm enough to heal yourself?”

“No Isabel,” Michael took a shallow labored breath. “I tried…Didn’t work…hurt….” He took several gasps of air in between the short words and closed his eyes tight getting the pain back under control.

“Okay then I will get Max.”

“No thanks, … I don’t want …his help.” Michael sneered as he grimaced; he was in an incredible amount of pain. “I would rather die first.” Michael closed his eyes concentrating on reducing the pain.

Max was standing in the hallway and heard what Michael said. He really could not blame him, what he did was wrong. He entered the room quietly, not knowing exactly what to do.

“What do you want Max?” Michael, his eyes still closed, had felt him. Isabel turned around surprised that she did not hear him come in.

“I came to talk Michael.” Max looked at Maria and Isabel, “Is that okay?” asking their permission.

Isabel and Maria looked at each other. “If you don’t upset him and we stay in the room,” replied Maria. They each gave Michael a kiss on a cheek and went to sit at the faux granite dinning table, looking through a bunch of brochures left there for food delivery.

“Michael?” Max spoke quietly; Michael was silent as if he didn’t hear him. “Michael!” Max’s voice raised a little.

“I can hear you Max.” Michael winced, “It hurts to talk.”

“I am sorry. I don’t know what happened. I just exploded.” Max rubbed his forehead, trying to find the right words. “I had no right to hurt you like that, to use my powers. It was wrong. Michael?” Max stopped waiting for Michael to respond but he was silent. “Michael?”

“I hear you Max.”

“May I heal you? It is not right for you to be in pain.” Michael was once again silent, his eyes still closed. Max gingerly approached Michael and sat on the bed. “Can you take off your shirt so I can see the damage?” Michael opened his eyes revealing them full of hurt and pain. Max felt a teardrop slid down his cheek.

“I can’t move my arm.”

Max nodded and melted Michael’s shirt away as his marred body confronted him.

“Oh! God! Michael!” Liz exclaimed from the doorway, she suddenly felt very sick.

Behind her Kyle appeared. “Jeez Max! Look at him.”

The girls hearing the commotion turned around to see Michael’s chest, “Michael baby!” Maria came rushing over to his side, sobbing.

“I am okay. Max will fix it. Okay, don’t cry.”

Max laid his hand on Michael chest emitting the white healing glow, which spread throughout his body. Michael’s breathing became easier, his eyes softened. After the healing was done Max backed off as Maria laid her head on Michael’s chest, he was fatigued from the ordeal.

Max was played out as well from expending the healing energy; Michael was hurt extensively from the power zaps. Max sat on the sofa watching Michael apparently fall asleep.

~Soon these small hairline cracks resemble a root system~

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 2: Part 4 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 2: Explosion
~Contemplation ~

Timeline: Same Day

“Oh, and last night's show took its toll on me. Well the city lights fly by me, as I lay my body in my bed, Oh, and dreams of you dance through my head.” “Highway Song” by Blackfoot

Isabel watched the two, wondering how much damage was done this time to their fragile friendship. Max was sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands; Isabel could tell he was upset at what happened. Michael was asleep; his breathing was soft but regular.

Isabel sighed and shook her head, ‘I wish he and Michael would stop fighting, their actions scare me, I fear one will kill the other and then what?’ Isabel paused and went close to Michael to see if he was okay. She placed a hand on his head, being asleep, his walls were down a little and she could enter to see if he was okay, at least physically. Pulling back, she walked towards the bathroom door. ‘What both Michael and Max don’t seem to realize is that they counterbalance each other; they are exact opposites as if they were sides of the same coin. One thinks, one acts; one waits, one investigates; one finishes what the other begins; one is calm one is hot. Michael fills in Max’s faults while Max fills in Michael’s faults. Together they are perfection.’

“We need to let them rest.” Knowing the best thing they could do Isabel suggested that the girls go to the local Wal-mart for a few necessary items for the week ahead. “I am going to take a shower before we go.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” agreed Liz, “I guess me and ET will get up close and personal.” Liz put a comforting hand on Max’s shoulder before she left.

“Maria do you want to go first,” asked Isabel.

“No, I want to lie here with Michael for a while.”

“Okay,” as Isabel went into the bathroom. She stripped off her clothes and turned on the shower letting the rain effects wash over her skin, letting all the tension and pressures of the day go down the drain with the water. The water felt so good, so perfect. There was that word again perfect, perfection.

‘Aw, perfection, that word perfection and Roswell fit together. I was perfection in Roswell, did everything I was suppose to do, perfectly. I did the charity thing perfectly, I did the school thing perfectly, I did the friends who are snotty thing perfectly, I did the shopping mall thing perfectly, and I even did the daughter thing perfectly. I was the perfect girl next door, clean, not a hair out of place, a spotless fashion groupie that had all the boys at Roswell High eager to get into my pants. Yet none of them came close except for Michael and then later Alex after I realized Michael would go back to Maria after he got what he wanted from me, and in the end, I was right.’

Isabel shampooed her hair, rinsing the soap out, letting the blond locks grow out once again with a little magic as they fell down her back.

‘It was the fear of being found out that I was a freak that propelled me to seek the spotlight, to do the normal things a teenage popular hot looking girl would be expected to do on Saturdays or after school. I would throw myself into the mall, spending hours looking for the right belt, scarf, shoes or handbag. Most of the stuff is still in my closet with the price tags on because what I bought Friday afternoon was no longer in vogue Monday morning. Heavens forbid if Isabel Evans wore the wrong shade of lipstick or the wrong brand name belt to school.’

She soaped her body, letting the soft scrubby caress her body, she then drew her hand over her legs removing any hair from the ankles to the upper thigh. She continued the same practice until her body was void of hair in all the right places.

'I attended parties, raves, get-togethers whatever, wherever the popular kids go to be seen and to see. I would flirt, dance, and talk with any boy that caught my eye, that is until Michael would show up, crash, barge in, whatever it took. He would cross his arms, stand close to me until I was avoided like the black plague by the boys. He never said anything or did anything but they all knew what would happen if they crossed the line. The girls, of course, would try to flock around him; he had a hot body and a bad reputation, a prized commodity for hormone producing girls looking for a one-nighter. However, Michael never talked to the girls or even looked at them; he would only talk to me and kept me close to him. Max of course never came to these parties, I believe it was Max who sent Michael to get me or at the very least to watch out for me.‘

Turning off the water, Isabel reached for a fluffy towel, drying her skin, rubbing briskly bringing the blood to the surface giving her an all over rosy glow. She put on a tight fitting pair of black jeans and a blue cashmere scoop neck top, cut low in the front. Looking in the mirror, she laughed as her memory played games with her.

'I still giggle the time I was getting ready for a date and Michael noticed my low cut snug fitting top and asked in that jealous tone of his “why are you wearing that”. That night I felt his presence as my date and I went for a movie and some soda afterwards. I had to make him suffer as I knowingly caressed my date’s arm extra sensuously and leaned my head on his shoulder. Walking home, I let my hand skim across his butt, as Michael watched from the shadows. Then standing at the front door I gave the poor used fool a winning goodnight kiss, Michael watched from a tree across the street. I felt his jealously come across the street like a tidal wave; I enjoyed making him feel that way. Why? At that time, I really did not think about it. Only that it gave me pleasure as if I was getting back at him for something, for something old inside me.’

“Okay Maria the shower is all yours,” said Isabel as she came out of the bathroom. Taking a seat in a comfortable chair Isabel looked over to Max, who still had his head in his hands, he looked like he had been crying.

‘Max, my brother in both this life and past has been there for me that is up until I challenged his authority about college or dared to marry Jesse. As long as I went with what he wanted, it was okay. Of course, I did have my moments, when I could voice my opinion and he did listen but those were far and few between. I still have not forgiven him for turning on me and forbid my going to California to school. He pulled the King card, treating me as one of his slaves, those who kissed his ass like Ava. But that was not the first time Max turned on me or Michael for that matter. He threw us away when it suited him, like when he saved Liz. Sure it was a noble thing to do, but he exposed us, made our lives unsafe, Michael and me were all he had or so I thought up to that day. Many other small and big incidents have been filed away, locked inside my mask of perfection. Oh God I still love him as my brother, now and forever.’

Isabel then looked over to where Michael was asleep.

'Michael can be an ass when he wants, oh hell let’s be honest Michael is an ass. He will take what he needs and then discard you like an old dishrag. Take for example when we thought I was pregnant. He was all concern, ready to marry me and take care of the baby, his heir, his son; he was so up for it I could see it in his eyes. He would even had left Maria for me. Then Max came walking into the diner to say I was not pregnant unless of course Michael and I had sex to produce the baby. I was sad, I wanted the child, and I wanted Michael. To make everyone feel good I said what a relief that was, in reality I was hoping that Michael would pick me up in his arms and love me, let me know that in the future it would be different. Instead, he jumped up and rushed to Maria announcing the false alarm so that they could be together again. He dumped me just like that, I was so hurt, so mad at him. Then later I find out we were supposed to be together as a couple, that I was destined to give him that son, the heir. Life is so cruel.’

Isabel got up and grabbed a cold bottle of water out of the cooler.

‘Destiny! Pooh! Why do I have to obey what an alien planet wants, a planet that dumped us here, alone, with traitors as protectors. It is such a joke. If we are suppose to be the great ‘Royalty of Antar’ then why are we treated as outcasts forced to hide, would you leave the saviors of a planet blind, deaf, and dumb unable to protect themselves from an enemy that we have no idea what they look like or who they are. If that is how we were treated on Antar, I will pass. ‘

She took a long drink, the liquid felt good to her parched throat.

‘Nevertheless, the idea of Destiny intrigues me. I was a Princess and lived in a palace. My brother was the King and according to the Mom-o-gram I was engaged to a great warrior, a knight in shinning armor. Okay maybe Michael’s armor is a little tarnished, but I must admit he does have assets. How do I know? That is one of the many little secrets Michael and I share. One night, that fateful summer, I found Michael up at the pod chamber sitting on a cliff, so like my dreams. I remember how his kisses felt, how hot his hands were, how my body trembled not only from the cold but also from the anticipation, the unknown, it was incredible, and I am ashamed to say but Jesse and maybe no human male can compare to my connection that night with Michael. The heavens opened up as our bodies, minds, and souls emerged into one. I was in ecstasy but as we came down from the high, I saw Maria and his love for her. I was incensed. How dare he make love to me and think about her. I hit him so hard with my fists and he just sat there taking the abuse. I hit him over and over yelling at him, he deserved it. The rest of the summer I ignored him, I hated him.’

Isabel got up and walked over to where Michael was, she once again placed her hand on his head. Satisfied with what she found she smiled and went back to sit.

‘Then that stupid stubborn ass almost got himself killed at the UFO center with that alien device and all I could think of was eliminating Brody who hurt Michael, I realized how much I loved Michael, but I kept it in check. By the time of my birthday we were speaking, well barley, but speaking. Michael even made a cake to try to make up with me, but then he had to go and spoil it by demanding that I stay unattached, expecting me to wait for him until he was finished with Maria. I still can feel the jealously that radiated from him when Grant walked in. However, the worst thing that Michael did was leave me to return to Antar alone. He looked at me expecting me to stay with him, as what a lonely old maid, waiting for him. No, I was going to go with Max. I guess it was fortunate that Michael did have second thoughts or I would be either dead or a slave to Ki'var. ‘

Liz came in the door and sat next to Max holding his hand. The sight of Michael’s damaged chest earlier left an impression on Liz. She felt that Max was wrong, but failed when she tried to verbalize her concerns.

"Hey your hair,” said Liz, pointing to Isabel’s head.

"Yeah decided I needed a change." Isabel then tipped her head back shaking her head at her thoughts.

‘Damn it Michael, why can I not stay mad at you. What power do you have over me that intrigues me so? Everything we have been through, all the underlying sexual tension, the jealously, the bickering, the anger, and yes even hiding from Max that we had sex, it was you that brought me back from the verge of death itself. It was your voice that I heard, It was your essence that I felt strong, powerful, unyielding. I followed you. Why?’

“Ready?” Maria came out of the shower at that time dressed and ready to go.

“Kyle you are driving,” announced Isabel getting up.

“Is it safe to leave Michael and Max?” asked Maria.

“Is it Max?” Isabel directed the question to him.

“Yes,” he snarled. “I am not going to hurt him if that is what you think.”

“There see it is safe.” Isabel whispered to Maria, “Plus I can sense if they are having a fight. Michael is okay he just needs to rest. Don’t worry.”

The girls and Kyle got in the van and went just a few blocks down the road to the store. There they picked up essentials like toiletries, some new clothing items, snacks and drinks, a new CD, and some DVD’s for Michael to sooth his temper when he woke. Kyle wandered off to the café where he got some hotdogs to quell his grumbling stomach. It was almost three hours before the girls were done shopping; they were all in a jubilant mood, the day’s tensions just melted away. They found Kyle still sitting in the café, having an ice cream cone.

“Finally done?” said Kyle, looking at the overflowing shopping cart.

“Yeah. Hey that looks good,” said Liz, pointing to the cone, “I guess I must be really hungry,” giggling to herself.

“Let’s get something eat,” suggested Maria, “we will take Michael and Max something back to eat on.”

“Okay,” agreed Isabel.

“Where to ladies?” asked Kyle as he got up and maneuvered the heavy cart to the van, wondering when he signed up as a chauffeur.

~ These small hairline cracks shimmer and shake~

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 2: Part 5 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 2: Explosion
~ Memories Surface ~

Timeline: Same Day

“Memories, they all lead up to this one day and many dreams lost along the way haunt me still, I guess they always will” “Only One Road” by Celine Dion


Max watched as the girls and Kyle left, he lay down on the sofa letting his mind drift contemplating on what happened and his relationship with Michael.

‘Michael…Michael…Michael…My relationship with Michael is odd; he is the only other male like me, a hybrid. I love him, I truly do. I need him and he needs me. It is as if we are part of some dysfunctional relationship built on violence and hatred instead of love and confidence. I know real men don’t admit they love anyone, you are suppose to hit each the in the shoulder and huff around looking mean. Nevertheless, I do love him, physically, mentally, and lately there has been a feeling emerging that I am terrified of, a primal sexual feeling. I don’t know anymore, everything is so confusing.’

‘Am I dysfunctional; are Michael and Isabel as well? I remember how I used and lied to the psychiatrist as he tried to delve into my personality to determine what was bothering me. What I cannot tell anyone is the dark feeling I have inside me. That feeling started subtly when Tess arrived, in the beginning it was a dull throb, but recently it has become a full fledge knife, searing a rip in my being. At first, I could control myself, although there were times I felt the power well up inside me exploding onto the surface. I defied Michael and Isabel with Tess at my side, I forced Isabel to my will concerning college, I physically hurt Michael for disobeying me, I forced myself onto Liz demanding that she conform to my wishes about dropping the Alex situation and grabbing her arm when she made me angry.’

‘I was the stronger alien, the leader, a King. But then I lost control, I yelled and denied what Liz said about Alex, I hit Michael, I threatened Isabel, I had Tess, my alien wife, impregnated; what I do not know is why I did it. Was it to get even wit Liz for leaving to Sweden? Was it to prove a point to Michael and Isabel that I was in control? Was it some deep-seated desire to impregnate my wife in order to establish my dominance as King or was I truly mind wrapped? Could it have been a combination of emotions, trickery, and ego? I fear the truth; my actions have already caused the birth of an innocent child that was born on an alien world and like us, dumped, never to know his true parents.’

Max sat straight up, he thought he heard a voice. Listening carefully, he heard nothing and lay down again as he reformed his thoughts.

‘I am so afraid Michael will leave us, he has tried three times to desert me; once when Hank hit him and again before graduation. Both times, he returned to me, but then when we were going to Antar he left me. At the time, I was okay with that, sad but I had my son to worry about, I couldn’t focus on anything else. It was fortunate that Michael backed out when he did, now that I look back on it. But this gnawing ache in the back of my head says he deserted Isabel and me to Ki’var for his selfish reason of wanting to bed Maria. Was it because he could not leave Maria or was there something else? I asked him once and he said he did not know, only that he knew he could not go, something told him it was wrong to go. Recently I catch myself angry that he dared to leave me; I know it sounds illogical but it is as if I am jealous. As I said before it is getting harder and harder to understand my feelings for Michael. Could this be some type of delayed alien hormone problem?’

‘Maybe it was his alien senses and he just was not able to recognize them. On several occasions, he was right, always after the fact, I saw that as truth; at the time I fought with him insisting that he do things my way, after all I am King. Nevertheless, he was right many times, I can acknowledge that to myself, but I will never give him the pleasure of hearing me say well done or you were right. He would look at me weak, vulnerable, not a good position to be in with a warrior.’

Max sat up and stretched his neck to each side the muscles tensed as he moved. ‘I feel as though my mind is rambling again, anymore I do not even know if I sound lucid when I speak aloud.’ Max grabbed a bottle of cold water sitting next to him. The cold sensation helps a little shocking his body back into reality, clearing his mind as Max absorb some new information Zan has allowed him to visualize.

‘Funny how new facts come into my mind, as if I had known that information all my life. I know that it is Zan slowly eating away at me, letting me see glimpses of my past, but I keep resisting him. Although the information he has is irresistible, and he is using my desire to obtain information against me.’

Max saw Michael stirring in his sleep as if he was having a nightmare. Inaudible words escaped from his mouth, Max got up, walked over to the bed and leaned in to see if he could hear what Michael was saying. Michael sensed Max was close and opened his eyes.

“Max,” he said very softly, lifting his head slightly. “Where is everyone?”

“They went to the store.” Max took off his shoes and slid onto the bed next to Michael, “you were having a nightmare.”

“Yeah, I have lots of those, nothing.” Michael laid his head down. “Max what I said about Liz, you know I didn’t mean it.” Michael closed his eyes trying to find the words to explain what he has been feeling lately and why. “I don’t know why I said it. Shit I don’t know why I am doing most things lately.”

“The same here Michael,” Max sighed as he laid his head down looking up. “I hurt you Michael, bad on purpose. I think I am losing my sanity some days.”

Michael opened his eyes to see both him and Max in the mirrored ceiling, “It is okay, we will make it, we just have to try harder. Our past is catching up to us and we don’t know how yet to handle the memories or feelings.”

Max looked at Michael’s reflection, “Your right, there are conflicting thoughts, memory fragments, feelings that are incomplete.” Max noticed Michael shudder, his shirt was still off, “Hey you’re cold.” He sat up, grabbed a faux fur blanket, and threw it over Michael.

He then lay back down, on his side looking at Michael. “Just like now I remember being in a bed with you and Vilandra, feeling safe because you were there, a fur covered us.” He brushed the hair out of Michael’s eyes. “I also remember this.” He bent forward, kissed Michael gently, briefly, and pulled back. Max, no, Zan then waited for Michael’s reaction.

Michael just looked at Max, he furrowed his brow at the kiss not knowing what to say or do. Under normal circumstances, he would have pounded the shit out of a guy that kissed him. However, something felt familiar, right with that action, something deep inside him was awaken, coming out of a dormant state. “I think I will sleep now,” said Michael after a long silence. Max nodded and began to get up. “Max you can stay here if you want, that is if it is okay with Liz?”

“Are you sure,” Michael nodded. “Okay,” Max went to the bathroom washed his face and pulled off his shirt and pants folding them neatly. He came back in and laid on the edge of the bed.

Michael looked over amused. “I don’t bite Maxwell, well at least not hard.” Max blushed and moved a little closer to Michael, “You may want to try climbing under the covers since there is no heat in here.” Max blushed even more as he drew up his legs and slipped them under the covers. He could feel Michael warm body only a few inches away. Michael with a wave dimmed the lights to faint and ignited the fireplace taking the chill off the room. “This is what I remember Max,” said Michael’s voice although Rath was in control, as he rolled over on his side propping his body up on his elbow. “The fireplace, the bed with furs, you being angry and hurting me real bad, walking in a garden, war, blood, water cascading down on us, waking and seeing you next to me, and…,” Michael broke off.

“What Michael?” asked Max softly, his voice barley a whisper, “What else do you remember?”

Michael just looked at Max and then without warning he took Max in a searing kiss. Max was drowning, he could feel the raw power of Michael, no of Rath, he remembered as he returned the kiss: emotion for emotion, passion for passion. Zan broke the surface as he fought for breath.

Finally, Michael broke the kiss, as he leaned into Max’s neck, kissing his ear, “Please Zan stay here, I need to feel you close to me again. I have felt so vacant for so long.”

“Lay down Rath, on your stomach,” Zan whispered, “Let me rub your back like I used to do to help you to sleep.” Max stopped and shot up, leaving Michael to thump his head onto the mattresses. “I remember, I remember Michael,” Max had gain back control for a minute, turned to Michael smiling, “When you had trouble sleeping at night from nightmares about battles and something else.” Max stopped trying to remember just what it was. “Oh well, I cannot remember what else, but I use to rub your back.”

Michael smirked, “Yeah I remember.”

“Flip over,” Michael complied and Max started caressing and rubbing his back, Zan came back adding in small kisses here and there. Soon he felt Michael’s breath get heavy as he fell asleep. Max drew up the blankets and laid his head on Michael’s shoulder, cuddling him as he fell quickly asleep.

The girls and Kyle found them that way when they came back.


~ The crack shattered ~

Well, I can definitely see some of the things you were talking about happening now. And Max and Michael are clearly living two lives, in a manner of speaking. They remember enough of their lives on Antar to be drawn to each other... and maybe to hate each other. It was interesting that it was Isabel who broke up their fight. I'm guessing that some of the hurt Michael suffered was from her blast.

I had to smile at them playing for M&M's. And I enjoyed this part:

Maria almost lost it laughing, “I am so glad I already went potty,” as she giggled more. “Okay count me in too Space Boy,” said Maria holding out her hand. ”Now how do I play this again?”

“Oh! No!” whimpered Kyle.

The first few hands were played in relative silence as Michael and Kyle won most of the pots. Then all of the sudden the tide changed as Isabel and Maria started winning. Soon the boys were down to their last few M&M’s.

“Hey you’re not using any alien hi-jinks.” Kyle questioned, “Are you?”

“Yeah these hands have been loaded,” muttered Michael as he shook his head and smirked.

Seems they can still get in some witty reparte and enjoy themselves on occasion, but invariably it seems to break down.

Great parts!

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation / Slash

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 2: Part 6 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 2: Explosion
~The Past Repeats ~

Timeline: Same Day

“I can't seem to learn not to love you. You get to me ev'ry time. You're someone I just can't say no to and you're so good at changin' my mind.” “Wrong Road Again - Crystal Gayle”

“Max!” Isabel shook his shoulder. “Max.”

Max raised his head to see Isabel, Maria, Liz, and Kyle staring at him. They had their mouths hanging open at the sight of his head on Michael’s shoulder.

“Shhh!,” he indicated his finger, “nightmares,” Max whispered to Isabel.

Isabel nodded; coming over to the others, she wiggled her finger for them to follow her out of the room.

Once in the hallway, Isabel explained how Michael use to have terrible nightmares and Max would stay with him, rubbing his back until he slept.

She then suggested that they all use ET’s room or else be subjected to Michael’s constant tossing and turning as well as shouting. Maria was worried about Michael being with Max, but Isabel assured her he would be okay and offered to dream walk him to prove it to Maria.

Once inside the green glowing, silver lame room, Liz and Kyle opted each for a sofa, Liz got the fold out one. Isabel and Maria shared the bed where she could help Maria dream walk Michael.

“I will wake you when he is dreaming.” Isabel whispered to Maria. “Give him a couple of hours to be in deep sleep with no nightmares. I really do not want to walk in on of those.”

Maria nodded and curled up to sleep.
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Rath was having one of his nightmares again. Zan woke hearing him muttering as he tossed and turned.

“Rath,” Zan gently shook him, “Wake up you are having a dream.”

Rath became still as he opened his eyes, seeing Zan hovering above him. “You stayed?”

“Yes, I said I would.”

“You stayed?” Rath repeated the phrase, “Zan.”

”Yes Rath,” Zan lowered his mouth onto Rath’s savoring the moment, kissed him fully on the mouth, letting his tongue slid against his lips seeking entrance, when Rath gasped at the touch and Zan took the opportunity to slide in

Rath moaned reaching his arm up pulling Zan down on top of him in a fevered kiss, one of passion. Zan leaned more fully against his body, their hips barley brushing together.

Zan pulled back their eyes met; he saw the lust mirror in Rath’s eyes.

"Rath…" he whispered.

It was imperative at that second that Rath felt Zan fully against him; he was out of control in his carnal desire for Zan. In slow motion, Rath rolled Zan over onto his back.

He then leaned in and kissed Zan with such passion and need that Zan almost forgot to breath. He opened his mouth and welcomed the soft moist tongue that lapped at his lips. They moaned simultaneously as their tongues met and Zan’s eyes drifted shut. Their tongues danced their own dance imitating the sexual act they both wanted. Rath was kissing him in way that Zan never tired of, demanding, lustful, primal, forceful.

He slowly lowered his weight onto Zan deliberately letting his hip crash into Zan’s, causing their hard erections to come into contact through their boxers, as he sensuously moved back and forth as well as side to side. Zan let out a loud moan upon contact, breaking the kiss momentarily, before Rath reclaimed him as they melted into another intoxicating kiss.

It was unbelievably seductive as Zan could felt his cock awaken and pulsate with need. Rath’s hands were on the moved, erotically gliding up and down Zan’s body, his finger graceful in their feather like touches. His ears elated in the small whimpers or moans that Zan emitted, all caused by his ministrations.

Zan's world was spinning out of control; his eyes clouded over and his head fogged in from the emotional impact. He began to clutch to Rath, his hands wandering all over, scratching and clawing at his back and ass. All the time they were grinding their hips together, Zan unconsciously was rubbing himself against Rath, as low primal moans escaped them both every time they felt the pressure from each other’s cocks. Zan felt himself sinking; finally, he had to break away from the kiss so he would not black out from all the sensations.

He looked up at Rath and knew at that second he would have him again; he would take Rath again as his confidant, as his lover. This time though he would let the world know, he would let Antar know that their King demanded Rath and won him. He would have to be cautious. In their past life, Rath refused to acknowledge Zan as his confident, preferring to keep it secret. Everyone knew Rath was his, but since it was never official, they all still tried to take Rath as their own, the generals, the nobles, and even some of the lower rank Antarian males. To have the Second-in-Command as a confident would have been a great coup in anyone’s book.

Zan suddenly flipped Rath onto his back as he assaulted him; ‘tonight I will begin to bind him once again to me’ he thought as he began his campaign. He kissed Rath with as much love as he could summon, as he lowered himself on top of him.

It felt good, having the weight of Zan’s body pushing him further into the mattress; Rath spread his legs so that Zan could settle between them. Their erections met again, unyieldingly as Zan’s lower body sank in between Rath's open legs causing moans to escape from both of them. Zan slowly broke their kiss and looked down at Rath; a teasing smile grazed his lips as he rolled his hips slowly, sliding his hard cock over Rath's.

"ohm…" Rath moaned as he slowly slid his hands down Zan’s back, slipping under the fabric grasping his firm butt in his hands.

"Do you like that?" Zan asked, his eyes glittering with mirth.

Rath was busy caressing the sensitive area just above Zan’s ass, lightly tracing the slight indenture letting his finger trail downward, causing Zan to shudder.

“Do you?” rasped out Rath.

Zan grinned, knowing how he could affect Rath. His fingertips scraped lightly over Rath’s chest drawing lazy circles when he felt Rath shiver at the assault on his body by Zan. He lowered his head down his neck feeling the harden muscles under his dancing tongue. He encircled his left nipple and licked it lightly before crossing his chest, approaching the other main target. Zan made large circles around this nipple, slowly spiraling inward towards the center.

Beneath him, Rath was stirring, moaning loudly, and bucking his hips off the bed into the air taking Zan with him. Zan enjoyed hearing Rath’s moans; it made his need for Rath increase exponentially. Zan finally reached his target as he lowered his lips onto the harden nipple and sucked sharply inwards creating a seal with his lips. The suction on his nipple was incredible as Rath arched upward, taking Zan with him, as he flipped him effortlessly over.

Rath was all over Zan; his hands caressed his back, chest as they made their downward taking Zan’s boxers off with them. He grasped Zan’s cock with his one hand as the other continued to stroke Zan’s body; Rath looked down at the object in his hand and then looked back down at Zan with a provocative smile upon his face. Slowly he stroked Zan’s cock, scraping the underside with his nail as he milked out the pre-cum, which he spread all over the tip.

Rath bent his head down kissing Zan’s neck, as he whispered in his ear, “Tonight no past, no future, no Max, no Michael.” He took Zan In another hot kiss, as he continued to stroke his hard cock, relishing in Zan hips moving against his hands. “No memories, no hatred, no anger.” Rath again took Zan lips; forcing his tongue in wrapping it around Zan’s sucking both back into his own mouth. “No questions, no answers, no thoughts.”

Rath again leaned in for another kiss, he let Zan feel the raw energy he held in his body. The stream shot through like a hot poker as it coursed through his body, his cock became even harder in Rath’s hand. Zan was shaking; the surge from Rath was unimaginably powerful, greater in intensity than Rath had ever allowed Zan to feel. Zan wanted more; it was like a drug to him, he wanted to be inside Rath to feel his energy, to be in his mind, his soul, his body.

Rath sat back a little, his hand was still busy slowly, unmercifully torturing Zan’s cock, bringing him to brink of ecstasy and then backing down; his cock was leaking pre-cum like a sieve. Rath smiled again at Zan as he took his fingers washing them in the pre-cum. Then staring into Zan’s eyes, he brought his fingers up and one by one, he licked the pre-cum of, encircling his tongue around his long fingers. Zan lost it watching his actions.

With a loud growl and speed, Zan leaped up and toppled Rath backward onto his back, eliminating his boxes what a simple wave of his hand. They kissed feverously, gasping for breath, as they paused for second before they were back in each other’s mouths. Zan finally broke the kiss as he started his way down Rath's neck, sucking on his pulse point, feeling his heart race, race for him, race for what he was doing to him. Zan felt himself get even harder, the feelings of dominance was welling up in him urging him to take what was his: a warrior, his warrior. Zan was on the verge of exploding at the simple thought of having his warrior under him, his heart beating faster for him, him moaning for him, his warrior, belonging to no other confidant.

Rath closed his eyes and enjoyed everything Zan was doing to his body, the flame was ignited, his skin was burning, his soul was on fire; he urged Zan onward as he continued to explore Rath’s skin, relishing in it’s texture and silky feeling.

“I like this body,” Zan breathed out heavily as he latched onto a nipple. The muscles on Rath’s chest contracted, hardening to his touch, Zan mouth continued down Rath's muscled stomach, as his hands went on their own route downward encircling his hard throbbing cock.

Rath’s breath quicken pace as he felt Zan’s tongue slowly draw a wet trail up along the underside of Rath's rock hard shaft. He moaned loudly, tangling his fingers in Zan’s hair, causing it to lengthen.

Zan’s tongue came up over the tip, drinking in the pearly fluid as his tongue lightly flicked over the tip of Rath’s cock.

“Oh fuck,” Rath thought he was going to come unglued. “Oh fuck yes Zan…yes.. oh god yes.”

Zan smiled as he looked back up at Rath, his eyes closed, his head tipped back, his mouth opened, and quick panting breaths were evident as his chest raised and fell. He had Rath where he wanted him, just a little more to take him over the edge.

Bending he swept down and in one gulp swallowed Rath’s cock into his mouth. Rath screamed and bucked his hips up forcing his cock even deeper in Zan’s throat. Zan sucked on his cock squeezing it with his tongue and throat muscles until he could feel Rath wanted to come. He stopped suddenly and let go of the harden flesh lifting his body back onto Rath’s claiming a deep kiss.

"I want you Rath.” Zan whispered into his ear, “I want to make love to you, slow sensual, with emotions and meaning.” Zan slowly rubbed the inside of Rath’s thigh with one hand as he spread his legs further apart. Rath opened his eyes and looked up at Zan; he wanted it just as badly.

Locking Rath’s eyes with him, he slowly raises his hips as his cock slide up and down teasing Rath with anticipation. Zan pushed against him, just barley to let the tip slide in, but Rath suddenly arched upwards, forcing Zan’s cock in, catching him off guard as Zan gasped in surprise and then pleasure. The passage was slick and the feeling sensual thanks to alien know how and a little unknown physical attribute that Pearce’s examination failed to uncover. A part of alien anatomy that was considered a recessive gene even on Antar and was only prevalent in the royal lines. The gene was a part of the Ancient Antarian physique before the invasion of foreign DNA into the gene pool.

Rath wrapped his legs around Zan’s waist forcing him in deeper; he complied as he began to rock his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out easily. At first Zan was slow and gentle but soon that changed as he bared his head down on Rath’s stomach and started pounding into him.

Zan’s breath grew shorter as his cock was ramming Rath hard and fast; soon he was thrusting wilding into Rath, who match his strokes as their hips crashed together.

Zan slowed only to raise Rath’s ass higher off the bed, seeking the right angle for the prostrate as Zan began to hit it deliberately in short strokes, as he was ready to come.

“Oh shit I am coming,” yelled Zan yelled as he shoved his cock in all the way in one final thrust. His cock exploded drenching Rath’s insides with streams of hot wet liquid.

Zan collapsed onto Rath, lying there gathering up his strength to complete the mating ritual and make Rath his.

~ One crack, one fracture, one chasm ~

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation / Slash

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 2: Part 7 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 2: Explosion
~ Sweet Revenge ~

Timeline: Same Night

“ I've been treated like an orphan, an' I've been workin' like a slave An' if I never get my revenge, evilness will carry me to my grave.” “I've Been Treated Wrong by Memphis Minnie

Rath felt the hot semen hit inside as Zan came and then collapse upon him, breathing heavily wanting to complete the ritual. Rath knew what he was up to but he had plans of his own. Before Zan could regain his strength, Rath flipped him over, effectively removing Zan’s cock from his ass.

Zan was shocked when he realized Rath had not come nor was he seduced into the submissive part of the ritual. He was somehow able to resist. ‘Damn it,’ Zan thought, ‘maybe I can still recover the loss.’

Rath was now in control as the animal inside him took over. He wanted Zan and now he would take him, not in slow loving method as Zan had done but with force, hard, fast, demanding, unyielding, actions.

Looking down at Zan under his weight, Rath smiled, he did love him but he would be damned to let Zan in on that knowledge, at least for now. There would be time later for bonding, for love, for companionship, for desire. Now all he wanted was revenge as he forced Zan onto his stomach.

“On your knees,” ordered Rath, as he pulled Zan upwards spreading his legs out wide and settling his body in between. Rath ran his hands along Zan spine, his fingers massaging the muscles as he gently forced Zan’s upper body down until his chest and head were on the bed. Rath continued his massaging up his body and then outward along Zan’s arms spreading them wide. Slowly he backtracked, keeping pressure on Zan’s back to remain in place.

He smiled at the sight, this was his revenge for what Max had done to Michael, he would learn, just like Zan learned, Rath nor Michael are easy targets, you have to earn them, you have to be worthy of them. It may be a small victory one that only Rath knew about, but that was good enough for him, at least for now.

Rath leaned over to Zan’s ear, "I'm going to fuck you," Rath whispered. "Long, deep, and hard. I'm going to put my cock inside you and fuck you ‘till I come." This is what Rath wanted his King on his knees in front of him, his ass in the air, waiting to be fucked, submissive to him, moaning for him, screaming his name; Rath was once again that ancient warrior taking his portion of war trophies.

Zan shuddered with anticipation at those words; he wanted to be connected again to Rath, to feel him.

Rath slowly started to massage Zan’s ass enjoying the muscle as he watched him squirm slightly under his touch. There was none, in the known galaxy, that could match Rath except for Zan; they were equals, equal in strength, in vitality, in desire, in want and Rath would take nothing less for his confident.

Rath found the tight opening and circled it with one of his fingers. The muscles tightened in reflex and when they relaxed again, Rath slowly pushed a finger inside. Zan moaned, the finger was greedily accepted as Rath then crooked the finger buried inside and brushed the tip up against Zan's prostate.

A high-pitched whimper spilled out of Zan's lips and when Rath did it again, the sensation was overwhelming. Zan stated to push his chest off the mattress, only to find Rath’s hand still on his back firmly keeping him in place.

“Scream, moan, and yell all you want.” Rath growled out, “I am not stopping; I am going to fuck you over and over.”

Zan moaned shamelessly as his eyes rolled back into his head, the pleasure was more than he had felt in such a long time. Rath chuckled at Zan's responses, his cock twitch at the thought of entering Zan’s tight ass soon. Slowly he drew out one finger only add another on his way back in.

Rath then moved them in and out of Zan's tight opening, loosening the muscles as his other hand found Zan's cock and started stroking it in time with his finger's thrusts. He leaned down kissing Zan’s back before he bit down hard marking him. Zan arched back forcing more of Rath’s slender long fingers into him.

"You like?" Rath whispered in the darkness.

"You have to ask?" Zan chuckled, the sweet laughter turning into a moan as Rath's fingers brushed his prostate again. “Oh fuck.”

"Don't hold back.” Rath said as he added a third finger and Zan felt himself being stretched. The pressure was incredible; he was so hard again in Rath’s hand.

“You want to come?” Rath pushed his fingers into Zan's sweet spot and worked his need with short, quick strokes; both inside and out.

That was Zan's undoing and he came with a loud scream, his ass muscles closed tightly around Rath’s fingers in a vice gripe; a gripe that made Rath want to be inside Zan. It was unbearable to wait any longer as he withdrew his fingers.

Rath spread Zan's cheeks as the tip of his arousal brushed his entrance. "Ready,” with that he pressed into Zan in one long move, never stopping or yielding until he was sheath inside Zan, the tight muscle ring held Rath’s cock as he finally stilled. Zan took a deep breath, the feeling was exquisite, he not only felt Rath’s thick full cock but he opened the connection into their souls as the electricity jumped between them.

Zan closed his eyes as Rath began to move in and out, each time with a little more force than the last. Slowly a blue glow envelope the two lovers, as Rath leaned forward again and kissed Zan on the back, then bit him harder. Zan yelped and slammed backwards into Rath, The two met with a sharp blue sparks being emitted upon contact. Rath did this over and over again, until Zan’s back had a multitude of marks.

“I thought you said you don’t bite,” stammered out Zan in between moans of pleasure.

“I lied,” smiled Rath as he again bit his lover’s back.

Then Rath bit real hard drawing blood, the warrior had been released as he licked up the blood, tasting the lust and tremor in Zan’s body. Rath found another spot and drew blood again.

Zan felt Rath’s teeth pierce his skin and his life force being suck through Rath’s tongue as he lapped up the drop of blood. He felt the power of the warrior enter him, the fear that he could instill in his enemies, the ecstasy of death in battle, the thrill of victory, and the lust for blood.

Zan was now holding onto the fur blanket as Rath began to propel his body into him forcing them to slide across the bed. Rath rolled his hips just slightly changing the angle as he brushed up against his prostate once again.

"Oh, God!" Zan moaned, and gasped as Rath did it again. Rath began to thrust uncontrollably; he was pumping in and out of Zan like a piston, increasing the speed and thrusting power each time. His finger sank into Zan’s hips bringing him back onto his cock with each movement.

Zan bit his lip and moaned helplessly as the sensations washed through him. Rath saw the turmoil of emotion inside of Zan and chuckled to himself. He gave his hips another thrust and Zan's response as a tidal wave, back to Rath.

With a growl, Rath kept every stroke in contact with Zan's prostate, as he once again took hold of Zan’s harden cock, stroking it hard and fast in time to his hips.

Zan braced himself, feeling the release again building. Rath knew that Zan was close and sped up his actions, wanting Zan to come with him.

"Rath!" He screamed silently as he cock twitched and spilled into Rath’s hand as his ass shook with spasms and contracted, holding Rath in a tight strangling grip causing him to moan loudly as he tumbled over the edge.

Zan felt the warmth flood inside him; he bucked up to Rath again trying to initiate the mating ritual again.

“No Zan. When the time is right, we will bond again but not now. Max and Michael are not ready,” said Rath panting hard as he rolled him and Zan onto their sides, his cock still firm within.

Rath felt all his strength drain from him as he entered the intense orgasm after effect. Zan followed him down into the blackness as they found sleep.
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“Maria, wake up,” Isabel gently shook her awake. “Did you want to check on Michael?”

Maria nodded and took hold of Isabel’s hand as they entered his the dream plane.

~Shake Rattle Roll ~

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 2: Part 8a of 8abc

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 2: Explosion
~ Crowded Bed ~

Timeline: The Next Day

"I want your sex. I want your love. I want your.. Sex. It's natural. It's chemical (let's do it). It's logical.... " “I want your sex” by George Michael


Entering the dream plane Maria and Isabel saw Michael sitting on a large boulder overlooking a vast valley in front of him.

Turning he saw them enter. “Maria? Isabel? Why are you here?”

“Maria was worried about you Michael,” Isabel explained, “I know that you forbade entering your dreams but ...”

Michael nodded his head that he understood.

Taking Maria’s hands, he looked into her eyes. “I am okay. You know Max and I like to toss things around, sometimes it gets rough. But I am okay don’t worry.”

“Michael you scare me. I am afraid one day you or Max will go too far.” Maria was on the verge of crying.

“Don’t cry. I will try to keep my temper down, be patient a while longer with me.” He kissed her tenderly, “Okay?”

“Okay,” Maria sniffled as Isabel took her hand as they faded to blackness

“See, there he is okay now go to sleep and have pleasant dreams.” Isabel waited a few minutes and then closed her eyes, returning to the dream plane.

“Rath!” Vilandra was sharp in her tone. “Why did you pretend to be Michael?”

Michael turned towards Isabel, his form slowly changed to Rath, as Isabel changed to Vilandra. “What does it matter? I am him, he is me.”

“Is it that easy?” asked Vilandra, “for us to be merged with them.”

“There is no choice Vilandra. We must learn to merge and to accept the new beings that we will all become.”

“Will Michael accept you?”

“He is fighting me. Afraid of becoming what I am, a warrior made for the battlefield.” Rath smiled “He is scared of warfare, not trained as I was, he does not know what to expect. That is what he fears the most, the unknown.”

“Isabel is also fighting me. Her greatest fear is that she will return to Ki’var.”

“Will you my dear wife. Will you return to the man who tortured and killed us?” Rath took Vilandra by the arms, looking deep into her eyes.

“Do you remember everything Rath?”

“No only bits and pieces.”

“Do you love Maria?”

“Why? Do you worry?” Rath let go of Vilandra's arms as he stood on the boulder his eyes scanning the horizon. "It is my right to take another as my wife."

“I am your wife by law, you cannot deny me.” Vilandra challenged him.

“Have you let Isabel in on your little secret?” asked Rath still looking outwards, “Or does she still believe in that ridiculous lie Ava perpetrated as the Queen’s words.”

“No she does not know we are married.” Vilandra smiled coyly, “Maybe I will never let her know.” Vilandra came upon the side of Rath, “Maybe she will find anther human like Jesse, a man to love her, to make love to her.”

“Do not forget my dear wife that according to Antarian law I can denounce you for your affair.” Rath turned his head, coldness filled his voice, “and then I can divorce you through your execution as a traitor to the throne.”

Lightening suddenly exploded across the sky as Rath faded away.

“Damn you!” Vilandra screamed out.

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation m/f

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 2: Part 8b of 8abc

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 2: Explosion
~ Crowded Bed Continued ~


"Habitual (can we do it?). It's sensual. But most of all... Sex is something we should do.” “I want your sex” by George Michael


Max woke up early and went to get a shower and dress. Last night was foggy and he had the strangest dream that he kissed Michael. Looking in the mirror, he wondered if he was really going crazy.

“Hey, Michael, better get up before Maria drags you out.” Max snickered as he pulled Michaels ankles dragging his feet to the floor.

“No Max, it is too early.”

“No it is 8 am. The girls will be here any minute for breakfast so you….,” Max stopped in mid-sentence staring at Michael who stood up stark naked, with a slight morning arousal prevalent.

“Got it,” Michael said as he headed for the shower stretching as he went.

Max shook his head trying to take his mind off the sight. He had seen Michael naked before and although he did look maybe look more than he should, this time he felt himself harden at Michael’s nudity.

“Hey morning girlfriend,” as the whirlwind known as Maria burst into the room. “Where’s Michael?” Upon hearing the shower, she let out a devil’s glint and opened the bathroom door quietly.

Max turned and walked out the door sealing it, he knew he would not see Michael before dinner.
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Michael was facing the showerhead leaning into the spray as the water pulsated off his chest, enjoying the exhilarating refreshing massage. His head was tilted slightly back allowing the water to rush over his neck and face, tiny beads of water fall dripped off his semi-erect cock. Michael closed his eyes as he ran his hands through his hair, cleaning the soft strands with a little alien magic. The water drenched his arms, trickling down his biceps, flowing in a stream from his elbows onto the floor below.

Deafened by the sound of the water pouring down Michael failed to hear the bathroom shut. Maria very quietly removed her clothes, captivated by Michael’s body under the water. Looking slowly from his feet to his head, Maria appreciated the magnificent specimen in front of her as Michael shifted his weight from one leg to the other. His ass was so tight, so inviting, Michael back shuddered as he felt her presence.

Maria started moving towards Michael, as she slid up against his back, her skin cool and dry. Michael smiled as her hands encircled his waist, giving him a small kiss on his shoulders. Maria reached forward pushing Michael forward as well until she could reach the shower gel and a scrubby. Leaning back, Maria lathered up the scrubby with the gel.

She placed a hand in the middle of Michael’s back, encouraging him to stand in place. Michael can feel her breath against his neck, as she whisper to him, "Just relax baby and enjoy." Michael leaned into the rock wall, his hands holding his body in place.

Maria began to glide her fingers over his body with such tenderness, with such love that each swipe of the scrubby vibrated that feeling though Michaels’s body. Maria reversed her fingers as she caressed his ass, kneading the muscular mounds.

Maria slid her body along his back as she proceeded to downwards to the floor, as she massaged the soap into his legs, sliding her hands between his inner thigh, stoking the skin from the pubic bone down to his knees and back up again, grazing his balls and cock with her finger tips.

Michael let out a low moan that filled the enclosed shower area. Maria tilted her head upwards to see Michael’s head down against the rock wall, his eyes closed, and his chest raising and falling in quick short pants.

Her fingers continue to glide down the inner thigh down to his calf muscles; Maria took her time soaping them and then slowly dropping down to his ankles. Satisfied with her work she started back up reversing the process until she reached his knees. Standing, she slowly let her fingers once again stroke the inner thighs as she now brushed against a full hard cock.

Michael slowly turned around, opening his eyes gazing at Maria with such lust in his eyes that her legs grew faint at the sight. He brushed the wet hair out of her face as he brought her chin up to him for a deep kiss.

He pulled her close in, holding her tight as if he was afraid she would disappear. His strong arms wrapped around her tiny waist holding her secure. Breaking the kiss, he lapped at her neck, whispering her ear, “I love you." Maria was surprised, no prodding, no nudging, no hints. For the first time Michael said these words on his own.

Michael began pressing against Maria, as his body began a slowly swaying, teasing her with his arousal. He lowered his head he slowly kisses his way down her neck, pausing at her collarbone.

Maria felt his hands on her back, holding her from falling. The kisses on her throat and neck were indescribable as she fell into the feeling that was washing over her. Maria placed her hands on each side of his face and pulled his head back, looking deep into his dark whisky brown eyes.

Not a word spoken as Maria leans upward for a passionate kiss, a kiss between lovers. Michael reciprocate with as his lips parted ever so slightly, their tongues dancing, their breath became one, Maria felt the electrical impulses that radiated just below Michael’s skin come alive.

The sounds of the water gushing out of the showerhead, the heat of their bodies, and the smell of soap in the air, that was all their sense could handle as succumb to the enviable.

Maria stepped forward pushing Michael up against the wall, he hands stoking his cock, making him moan for her. Suddenly Michael turned with such speed that Maria never saw him move until her back was against the wall. He lifted her off the ground, as she hugged his hips with her legs.

The water fell down their bodies, pouring over their heads, drowning them as they kissed feverishly. Michael leaned into Maria bracing her against the wall as he slowly lowered her body into position.

Maria could feel the head of his cock, posed for entrance, with great control Michael eased himself into Maria, inch by inch until he filled her to the hilt.

With Maria’s back pushed up against the rock wall, he began to lower and raise her onto his cock, up and down, up and down. Michael bent his legs as he moved into a rhythm, his ass muscles straining with every pump. Michael increased the speed and pressure with each thrust, his head was down on her shoulder, concentrating on the action.

Maria dug her fingernails into his biceps and shoulders as she held on, her body quivering as she went through one orgasm after another. Michael thrust upward harder, bringing her hips to collide onto his cock, speeding up the explosion they both were seconds from

Then with one final burst of force, Michael thrust upward high into her pussy hitting the back wall as he shot her full of hot liquid, drenching her with alien semen.

Maria came at the same time, her walls tightened and were so rigid that she captured his cock in a strangle hold. Michael gasped at the feeling, as he felt the blackness upon him. Turing her around he laid against the wall as he slowly sank to the floor, his cock firm inside of her, her legs around his waist, she sat in his lap as he butt hit the cold concert floor.

They held tight to each other, as the water cascaded down upon their fevered bodies: cleansing them, cleaning their souls, cleansing their thoughts.

Michael continued to hold Maria fast in his arms, as he climbed into orgasmic bliss. Finally, after a few minutes, Michael was able to stand as he dried and he carried Maria to the bed, where he again passed out. The rest of the day they spent in bed, where they talked, kissed, and made love exploring various new positions as suggested on the in-house porn channel.