Title: Animal
Author: Kylie
Pairings: Max/Liz.
Rating: R to NC-17.
Summary: Max Evans is an alien and was captured by the FBI. But what if it took the gang longer to break Max out? What if he was in there for a year? Inspired by the Roswell episode, "The White Room" (Season 1, Episode 20) and the song, "Animal I Have Become" by Three Days Grace.
Category(s): Angst, Drama, Romance, Character Death, Strong/Graphic Sexual Content, Violence, Strong Language, OOC, CC.
Warnings: This story contains content that may be offensive such as torture, cursing, murder, sex, and violence.
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or any other character, location, or whatever mentioned in the works of Melinda Metz or created by Jason Katims, FOX, WB, and UPN.
Author's Note: This is going to be a pretty short story. Nothing exceeding twenty parts. Enjoy!

Author's Note: This takes place in the episodes "Max to Max" (Season 1, Episode 19) and "The White Room" (Season 1, Episode 20), and there are lines taken from these episodes.


I can't escape this hell.
So many times I've tried,
But I'm still caged inside.
Somebody get me through this nightmare.
I can't control myself.

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become.
Help me believe it's not the real me.
Somebody help me tame this animal.
(This animal, this animal)

I can't escape myself.
(I can't escape myself)
So many times I've lied.
(So many times I've lied)
But there's still rage inside.
Somebody get me through this nightmare.
I can't control myself.

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become.
Help me believe it's not the real me.
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become.
Help me believe it's not the real me.
Somebody help me tame this animal.

Somebody help me through this nightmare.
I can't control myself.
Somebody wake me from this nightmare.
I can't escape this hell.

(This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal,
this animal, this animal, this animal)

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become.
Help me believe it's not the real me.
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become.
Help me believe it's not the real me.
Somebody help me tame this animal.
(This animal I have become.)
"Animal I Have Become," Three Days Grace.


Prologue – The Kidnapping That Motivated John Walsh:


John Walsh
– is the host of the television show, America's Most Wanted. His six-year-old son, Adam's kidnapping and murder had motivated Walsh to start a campaign to help missing and exploited children.



"Where's Liz?" Max demanded, ignoring the dizziness about to take over him due to all the mirrors in the room. Everything was spinning. The darkness tricked his eyes into seeing what was really not there. He saw himself over and over again. Turning right, turning left, it was just his face surrounding him. But it wasn't himself he was looking for.

Liz. She was the only thing on his mind. He needed to find her, get her out of here, and have her be safe. That's all he needed—for Liz to be safe and as far away as possible.

There were multiples of him everywhere, mimicking his movements. Almost disgusted with his own face, he finally found one of himself that did not move. Only one in the flesh was standing before him—Nasedo.

Nasedo had led him on this chase, taking the most valuable thing from him and ripping his world apart. He knew Max would come after him, but what Nasedo really wanted was to kill the FBI agents that were hunting after the King. What was it about this girl, this human, that made Max, previously known as Zan, so un-king like? Where was the brave king of Antar?

"What are you doing? Get out of here!" Nasedo yelled, pushing him out of his way.

Max grabbed his arm, tightening his grip around the man's wrist. "Where's Liz?" he demanded once again.

Nasedo wanted to punch him, but he remembered his place. He was just an underling, a servant, and Max Evans was the king. "Pierce doesn't care about her; he only wants me."

"He wants her too. He wants all of us!" he exclaimed. "I'm not leaving without her."

"Now is not the time to let some human get in the way of things, Max. I won't let him take you."

"MAX!" Liz cried out just as she ran by, finally finding him in the maze. She knew it was Max this time. Even with similar faces, she now knew how to tell them apart. Nasedo's Max was cold, stoic. But her Max, he radiated such emotion on his face.

He whipped his head around, feeling his heart slam in his chest at the sight of her. He found her! Ignoring Nasedo cursing, he rushed over to her only to be stopped by a glass wall. Placing his hand on the glass, he frowned. She was right there, so close yet so far away. "Liz, get out of here," he told her. He needed her safe. He'd give his life for her. He needed her out of this place.

"Not without you," she cried, placing her hand on the glass as if she were reaching for his hand. She had been tricked once, led away from him. She wasn't going to leave him now. They would leave together. She had been so scared before when she realized she had gone off with Nasedo. She feared she would never see Max again. Max. He had been her only thought as she sat with Nasedo in the car, as he chased her around the carnival. It was this moment that she knew she loved him, loved him more than words could express. No, she would not leave without him.

Seeing two men approaching him, she yelled, "Max, behind you!"

Giving Liz one last look of love, he commanded her to go. No longer in the presence of Nasedo who disappeared, he began to run. He stumbled into each glass wall, growing frustrated by the second. His hand began to hurt from slamming into the glass frames. He couldn't find his way out. He couldn't see the exit.

As his heart thudded harder, he couldn't help but fear for his own life, for Liz's life, for everyone's life. Was she safe? Would they be—

"Right there!" he heard one of the FBI agents cry out.

He panted heavily, still trying to find his way out. Just as he turned around the corner, he saw the light. It was the exit! He began to make his way out, but then he cried out as something hit his back and electrocuted him.

"AHHHHHH!" he grunted.

His world slipped out from under his feet and everything faded into black.

- - - -

"Liz, Liz!" screamed Isabel, catching sight of the petite brunette girl running in the crowd. "Where's—"

"They have Max!" Liz cried, cutting Isabel off. "They have Max!"

Dread filled them all. If the FBI had Max, what did this mean for them? What was going to happen to Max? Would he be tortured as they suspected—experimented on and then finally exterminated like a cockroach? Would they be next?

What was safe now?

Liz's fingers found their way into her hair and tangled it within her fingers. Her face scrunched up in horror. It was her fault that Max was captured. If it weren't for her, if she hadn't so blindly gone off with Nasedo, none of this would have happened. It wasn't supposed to turn out like this. He was supposed to be by her side right now. She didn't even... She didn't even get a chance to tell him how she felt! She began to sob only to have her cries be drowned out by the laughing crowds at the carnival.

Michael felt a chill go through him when he saw Liz so distressed. They all were horrified, shell-shocked, but no one as much as Liz. He took her into his arms, held her tightly, and let her sob into his chest.

They would get him back. No matter what it would take, they would get him back.


To be continued.

I wanted to wait a bit longer before I posted a new story, but I couldn't resist! ;]