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Summery: After six years on the run things come to an end. Or do they. Inspired by Coldplay's "The Scientist"

Izzy looked around in disbelief. She could see no more than 5 feet in front of herself. It took minutes before she could find her voice. "Max? Michael? Hello?" Tears began to spill out of the corner of her eyes. This was it. This was the end, what they had dreaded their entire lives. She had wanted so bad to lead a normal existence. Her actual life couldn't have been farther from that dream. Thinking back on it all, Izzy almost laughed, surprised that they had made it as far as they had. She couldn't believe that they had spent the last 6 years running from the government and other various obstacles.

Reality hit suddenly and a surge of emotion ripped a hole in Isabel's chest. Violent sobs racked her body. She was the last one standing. Kyle, Maria and Liz were gone, had been gone almost two weeks now. Without Max and Michael there was no use in trying to push foreword and survive. Her life was empty without her brother and Michael and she didn't care whether or not she survived anymore.

The air was finally starting to clear. Isabel could see farther now. To her left she could see the shell of what was once the van, smoldering and half melted. What surprised her the most was the number of human bodies that littered the ground of the destroyed warehouse that had been their home for the last week. At least they had gone out putting up one hell of a fight.

Izzy finally managed to move one foot foreword. She slowly made her way towards the back of the warehouse, the last place where she had seen Max and Michael before they had told her to run for the van. She didn't know what she expected to find there, but it seemed the right thing to do. She stepped over the bodies of the fallen FBI agents and gradually picked up more speed until she was practically running towards Max and Michael.

"MAX! MICHAEL!"

She was lifting up broken pieces of beams and debris, frantically searching for what was left of her family. "Please, I need to find them. PLEASE!" She wasn't sure who she was pleading to, except for maybe some sort of higher power. The smoke was making it hard for her to breath, burning the back of her throat. Sweat beaded on her forehead. "Max. Michael." She was talking barely above a whisper now. Isabel felt so completely alone, her resolve to find them diminishing.

"Is."

Isabel stood completely still. She wasn't sure if she could trust her hearing or not.

"Isabel." This time louder.

"Oh my God. Michael. Michael! Where are you?"

"Izzy, over here."

Isabel recklessly threw herself in the direction of the voice, once again shifting wreckage out of her way. It felt like an eternity, before she finally removed enough rubble to reach Michael. Isabel sucked in a deep breath when she saw Michael's physical damage. His limbs were twisted in ways that they shouldn't be. He was bleeding from the abdomen as well as from the side of his head. To Isabel's horror, a trickle of blood flowed from his mouth.

"Oh God, Michael."

"Izzy."

She didn't know what to do. This was so beyond her capabilities. Tears spilled from her eye's once more in torrents. Her best friend was in pain and there was nothing she could do for him.

"Izzy, don't cry. It's okay. Really, I don't feel much pain."

"Michael, you can't leave me. Please. I can't do this by myself."

"Isabel, you're the strongest one out of all of us. If anyone can do this it's you. I….," Michael began, but was interrupted by the look of terror on Izzy's face. He tired desperately to move his head so he could see what she was seeing, but it was no use. He watched Isabel hold up her hand and shoot a blast across the room and then crumple to his side before he even registered the sound of the gun.

"Isabel?"

She laid there next to him expressionless, eye's wide open, blood seeping from her chest. Michael stared in horror, wishing death would arrive quickly. Nothing could be worse than this. A flash of intense pain erupted across his chest, signaling his new role as King. Instantaneously he knew Max was dead too.

A primal cry erupted from Michael. "I wish I could go back to the start. Make everything right; know what we were up against." His final breath escaped his lips and everything faded to black.

To be continued....................