Title: It Has Begun (5/?)
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Rating: PG-ish. Minor character death.
Summery: Things start heating up. Just read it. :-)
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Maria woke up the next day to the sound of pounding. "What?" she mumbled, pulling on her bathrobe and stumbling to the door.
As soon as she opened it, Michael and Tess rushed in.
"The Evans!" Tess gasped. "They're dead!"
Maria glanced at her warily. She could tell Tess had changed, but she wasn't ready to trust her yet.
Michael saw Maria's look of distrust, and knew that was something he'd have to deal with, but now was not the time. "She's telling the truth."
The enormity of what they were saying hit Maria. "Oh, no. Does this mean your enemy is here?"
Michael nodded. "And none of us are safe anymore.
Maria bit her lip. She wasn't a scared sixteen year old anymore. She could survive this. If she had survived Michael's leaving her, she could survive anything. "Does Alex know?"
Michael shook his head. "Not yet. We thought you might like to go with us when we tell him."
Maria nodded. "Let me get dressed first."
Less than half an hour later, Maria was ringing Alex's doorbell.
"What?" Alex asked sleepily, when he opened the door, and then looked at their troubled expressions. "Something's happened, hasn't it? Something bad."
Maria nodded. "The Evans are dead."
"Oh, no. Poor Isabel."
"It's not just that, Alex," Michael explained. "It was murder."
"And not ordinary murder," Tess added. "It was the work of our enemy."
"How can you know that?" Alex demanded. "How can you be sure?"
"Come on, Alex, be real," Maria almost snapped. "It happened right after their alien children returned. And the last time I checked, there weren't tons of murderers running around Roswell."
"It's happening all over again, isn't it?" Alex asked in a low voice. "The danger, the fear."
"Alex," Michael's voice broke in. "You can still leave. You don't have to be a part of this."
Alex looked like he was considereing it for a moment, but shook his head. "No, I can't do that. What do you know about your enemy?" he asked in a firmer voice."
Tess shook her head. "Almost nothing. We don't even know their name-- we don't even know *our* name. They're led by a man named Howie, but we have no idea what he looks like."
"Did you tell anyone?" Alex asked. "The Sheriff--"
"Now, would calling the Sheriff really do anything?" A new and unfamiliar voice broke in. The four friends turned to stare at the new arrival in shock and fear.