The Ultimate Act of Love
By Christine
Liz Parker stood over the crumpled body of Max Evans. She was startled to see that he was still holding the golf club that had delivered the fatal blow. Her intense brown eyes moved from the golf club to Max's face, gazing at hin only for a second before her vision blurred into tears. He was the only boy she had ever truly loved, with her whole heart and being. She closed her eyes and sank to her knees beside Max's motionless body. HIs tortured voice filled her mind: "Kill this body or Clayton will kill you." If he hadn't loved her, he never would have sacrificed himself.
Kill. The ugliness of the words, of the deed he was asking her to do, was oddly softened and transformed by his ultimate act of love. Liz flung herself down next to Max's body, shaking as she sobbed.
"Oh, Max, what have I done?"
As she touched him, Liz realized that she power she had always sensed in Max was gone. The beautiful visions of another galaxy were also gone, as the sky behind his eyes was dark forever.
Liz didn't want to leave Max's side. She lay next to him for what felt like hours, letting the anguished tears rack her body until she could cry no more. An eerie calm descended over her as some distant part of herself began to resign itself to what had happened.
She sat up and looked intently at Max's face. She decided that there was something very different about his face now, watching him for a moment before she realized that she had never seen Max entirely at peace. Max, the king who bore the secrets of who he, Isabel and Michael really were, had never allowed himself to let his guard down. The face which Liz was looking at was now free from all of that torment.
Hot tears began to sting her eyes. It wasn't enough. It wasn't fair that Max had to give up his life at such a young age. Liz had always known that, one way or another, they were meant to spend their lives together. How could all the dreams she had dared to believe in die on a chilly New England night?
Liz stood up, still not turning her eyes away from Max. As long as she lived, a part of her heart would always lie dead in the hills of Vermont.
Fin
By Christine
Liz Parker stood over the crumpled body of Max Evans. She was startled to see that he was still holding the golf club that had delivered the fatal blow. Her intense brown eyes moved from the golf club to Max's face, gazing at hin only for a second before her vision blurred into tears. He was the only boy she had ever truly loved, with her whole heart and being. She closed her eyes and sank to her knees beside Max's motionless body. HIs tortured voice filled her mind: "Kill this body or Clayton will kill you." If he hadn't loved her, he never would have sacrificed himself.
Kill. The ugliness of the words, of the deed he was asking her to do, was oddly softened and transformed by his ultimate act of love. Liz flung herself down next to Max's body, shaking as she sobbed.
"Oh, Max, what have I done?"
As she touched him, Liz realized that she power she had always sensed in Max was gone. The beautiful visions of another galaxy were also gone, as the sky behind his eyes was dark forever.
Liz didn't want to leave Max's side. She lay next to him for what felt like hours, letting the anguished tears rack her body until she could cry no more. An eerie calm descended over her as some distant part of herself began to resign itself to what had happened.
She sat up and looked intently at Max's face. She decided that there was something very different about his face now, watching him for a moment before she realized that she had never seen Max entirely at peace. Max, the king who bore the secrets of who he, Isabel and Michael really were, had never allowed himself to let his guard down. The face which Liz was looking at was now free from all of that torment.
Hot tears began to sting her eyes. It wasn't enough. It wasn't fair that Max had to give up his life at such a young age. Liz had always known that, one way or another, they were meant to spend their lives together. How could all the dreams she had dared to believe in die on a chilly New England night?
Liz stood up, still not turning her eyes away from Max. As long as she lived, a part of her heart would always lie dead in the hills of Vermont.
Fin