AN: Wow, I reread my stories and realized how much I suck. But, whatever, it's not like taking it down is going to make me any better. Ok, here it is. So, this is bout Liz. I don't know why, but I feel like Liz never really got a chance in the story so… yeah, here you go. Um, this takes place right after Liz gets "transferred". So, read away.

Disclaimer: I clearly don't own Darkest Powers… even if I do wish I had my own sexy werewolf. Hahaha I also don't own any rights to Holding Out For a Hero (uh dur)

Where have all the good men gone?

And where are all the gods?

Where's the streetwise Hercules,

to fight the risin' odds?

Isn't there a white night upon a fiery steed?

Late at night, I toss and turn,

and dream of what I need…

I awoke to the pain of a cold metal slab under my back. I slowly came to the realization that I was strapped down. The belt strapped onto my head kept it so I was looking straight up at the dull ceiling lights. The strong smell of antiseptic permeated my nostrils as I noticed that I was in some sort of a hospital room. I struggled to recall the little bits of memory that eluded my grasp and would remind me why I was here. I held back a gasp as the memories suddenly came rushing back to me. The hair gel bottles, the picture frame, the glass shard that hit Chloe, it all came back at once and hit me like a freight train. I had been transferred. I started to panic, what was going to happen to me? Would I make it out alive?

Pull yourself together Liz, or you'll never make it out of here. I thought to myself.

I tried to take a quick survey of the room, but the belt on my head kept me from moving my head even the slightest bit. I tried moving my legs and realized I was shackled at the ankle and the same thing had been done to my wrists. I was paralyzed, caught, trapped. I realized that the only thing to do was to sit and wait. So that's what I did.

A while later, I heard the door to my room swing open. The sound sounded like it was coming from my right. What sounded like two pairs of feet entered the room and a head entered my vision. It looked like Chloe only older and I was momentarily shocked. How long was I out? I thought to myself. Then, another person leaned over the table. I recognized her as Tori's mom, Diane. I opened my mouth to talk, but soon realized that I couldn't, all that came out was a strangled croaking sound.

"What is she doing awake, Lauren?" Diane asked. Lauren looked confused and shrugged her shoulders.

"She was supposed to still be out, she wasn't even supposed to wake up. Someone must've messed up the dosage."

"Well, it's a good thing we went through the precautionary measure of tying her up since idiots like you can't do anything right."

Lauren looked shaken by this and glared at Diane. "I did my job just fine Diane. Need I remind you that you were the one that put the syringe in her arm?"

Diane glared and suddenly a bright blue light filled the room. Diane raised her arm to Lauren's eye level and I gasped as I saw that there was a blue fiery ball floating above her palm. Lauren stepped back and she left my view. All I could see was Diane's face and the fiery blue orb that she held.

"Well, I guess we better take care of her now then," Diane sneered. My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to scream but still no sound came out. Laurens voice came from somewhere to my left and I relaxed at what she said.

"No, we can't do that." She said calmly then after a long pause said, "The family will want to view the body." I could almost feel how pale I was becoming. I was shocked to hear that they were going to kill me. I didn't mean it, how could they kill me? If they just let me, I'd promise to do better. "No no, we'll have to euthanize her." Lauren said. The orb disappeared from Diane's hand and she put her hand down with a huff. They both left my sight and I heard them leave, discussing what they would need to "put me down"

PUT ME DOWN? PUT ME DOWN? I thought, I'm not an animal! They can't just euthanize me and pretend that I never existed. Could they?

After I thought about it for a few minutes, I realized that they could. My family hadn't come to get me by now, so who's to say that I won't make it out of this alive? They could just tell them that I ran away. Or better yet, they could show them my body and say that it was a rare disease of some sort that killed me. I struggled to hold back tears as I imagined my grandma's face after they told her.

Suddenly, the door to my room opened again. I shrank back into the table and said goodbye in my head to all the people I loved. The one pair of footsteps slowly approached the table and I waited to see their head to come into view. I imagined it would be a doctor, Lauren, or Diane, coming back to finish the job. I heard them walk around to my ankles and then I felt long fingers at my ankle. I felt a quick flash of pain and then nothing. Then, I felt the same pain in my other ankle. I heard the person walk up close to my head and do the same thing to my wrists. Then, they took the gag out and the belt off my head. I was confused.

When I could move, I looked over and saw the person. The first thing I noticed was his height. He was extremely tall and had short brown hair with a little bit of scruff on his chin. Who are you? I tried to croak out, but again, the only noise that left my lips was a strangled sound. The boy walked away and came back holding a cup of liquid. When he returned, he propped me up and put the cup to my lips. I drank warily and noticed that it tasted like it was just water.

"Try that again." He said. His voice was deep and rumbling and reminded me a lot of Derek's.

"Who are you?" I said. My voice was still a little gravely but at least I could speak now.

"My name's Christian, can you walk?" I tried moving my legs and realized they felt like Jell-o. I shook my head.

"Why? What's going on? Are you here to kill me? Will you just get it over with please?" I all but whimpered when he grabbed me and lifted me up.

"Because I need you to walk, we're leaving, no, and yet again, no. Did I answer them all?" He said. Then, he started to walk. My brows furrowed together as I tried to process what was happening.

"I don't understand." I admitted quietly. He looked down at me and his brown eyes looked concerned.

"Just trust me Liz. Ok? I'm going to get you out of here and then we're going to go far away from here."

"But, I don't even know you."

His face suddenly looked pained. "I thought that might happen, listen, I'll tell you everything later. Ok?" I nodded and he took of at a sprint with me in his arms. We went through what seemed like a dozen hallways and eventually entered out into the sunlight. Christian opened the door to a big black jeep and buckled me into the front seat. Then, he sprinted around the front and got in the drivers seat.

"Let's go." He sped off and I was surprised that nobody tried to stop us.

"Why aren't we being stopped?" I questioned once we were a few miles away. He chuckled.

"Let's just say, there was a bit of an accident in the kitchen of the facility." I looked at him confused and he elaborated. "I started a fire, a small fire of course, but they thought some fire half-demon did it so there was this big confusing situation that I like to call, a distraction."

"A what?" I questioned.

He frowned and explained what a half-demon was. He told me that I was a telekinetic half-demon and that's why things always went out of control when I was angry. Then, he went on to tell me about the other species of supernaturals. When I questioned how I was supposed to know him he explained that we knew each other as kids, but that I must've forgotten about him.

"What are you then?" I questioned once everything was sorted out. I vaguely realized that by now we were miles away from the facility and getting farther away by the second. He mumbled something. "What did you say?"

"I'm a werewolf."

"Oh, ok."

"Ok? You aren't disgusted at all?"

"Nope." I said and grinned. "After all, you used to be my best friend, and you just saved my life." He chuckled and shook his head.

"I'm just glad you finally remembered me"

"How could I forget you…. Chrissy-poo." I teased.

And through the wind

and the chill and the rain.

And the storm and the raging flood.

Oh his approach is like,

a fire in my blood.

AN: Ok, so this story just got a little longer than expected. So, this might be a two-shot, but that all depends on you guys. Read and review please.