Three bangs sounded from the right side of the van.
Everyone looked up, Michael was the first one to move, gently setting down Maria and scrambling to the door. He looked back at the others, all in stunned silence, before pulling the handle of the van and swinging it open.
A boy who looked to be about 15 stood in front of them, the horror of the scene resonating on his face. he seemed strong and confident in his motions as he brushed past Michael and knelt on the ground next to Maria. He placed a hand around the piece of wood and began concentrating.
Michael snapped to his scenses and went after the boy "Hey kid what do you think your doing! get away from her!" Then he saw what he was doing, he was healing her. Her wound was almost gone and the wood seemed to have evaporated in to thin air.
He then moved to Max and put a his hand on Max's head, with a jolt Max awoke. Then he saw the boy, and everything was silent.
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Tales from Beyond Roswell
FanfictionA continuation of the stories of the roswell aliens and their companions after graduation.
