Title: Changes
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Summary: Liz is the most powerful girl in her school, but only two people like her... One day Max Evans, Isabel Evans, and Michael Guerin come to town. Could these three be the key to Liz's unknown past?
Rating: PG; some language
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't. I am writing this purely to please the annoying voices in my head. Don't sue.
Alex looked around, dazed. Something weird had just happened and it had something to do with Max Evans.
Alex knew that the bullet must have hit him in the stomach. Looking down, Alex saw dried up blood on his shirt but no wound. He did see a sliver hand print. Something weird had definitely happened and it had to have something to do with Max Evans.
"Alex!" Maria screamed, launching herself onto him.
Alex felt the wind be pushed out of him as he realized he couldn't breathe. He relaxed when he saw Liz, the more responsible and levelheaded of three of them come closer, so didn't except it when she pulled him into a bear hug also. The bullet might not have killed him, but Alex was sure that his two best friends would. Typical.
"I couldn't save you. I try but you know that I can't," Liz was saying with tears nearly spilling out of her eyes.
Alex nodded but the lack of air distracted him. He somehow got out a signal to his friends to indicate he needed to breathe and finally got oxygen when they let go of him in a hurry.
"What happened?" Liz asked, looking Alex in wonder.
"I don't really know," Alex admitted looking around.
"Well, tell us what you do know," Maria probed.
"Not here," Alex whispered, staring at Liz. She got his meaning and the three of them headed towards the kitchen.
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Liz was jittery. She didn't know what to think and was trying hard to remember how to walk right before she embarrassed herself in front of everyone. The only thing she would allow herself to think about was what had happened to Alex. And why he needed to talk about in private.
"We're here. Now, what happened?" Liz asked in serious tone. Her voice made it seem like she was in control and could handle anything. Only Liz knew the truth -- she was terrified that she had no control and couldn't save her friends if something had happened.
"Well, it is really difficult to explain. Like I said, I am not really sure what happened," Alex repeated in a slow and nervous voice. Liz didn't want to make him relive his experience but had to for everyone's good.
"Tell us what you know," Liz said in her hard tone.
Alex let out a sigh. "Okay, here's what I know. I know that I got shot in the stomach. I know that Max Evans came up to me and put his hand on the place where I got shot. I know that when he left my stomach felt fine and had no wound. I know that there is dried blood on my shirt but instead of a bullet hole, there is a sliver handprint. And I know that when I was going to ask what happened, Michael pulled Max and Isabel away before they could at least make up an excuse. That's it."
Liz needed a minute to take everything in. "Okay. We'll set up a meeting with Michael, Isabel, and Max. We will straighten all this up after school tomorrow." Liz turned to Alex, "Until then, you never got shot. The bullet missed you and hit a ketchup bottle. The ketchup spilled all over you."
Liz ignored the strange looks her two best friends gave her at the last comment. Right now, she didn't want Max to be in any trouble or to have to suffer the same fate she is. Although, after tomorrow things might be different.
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Feedback: Yes, please!
Summary: Liz is the most powerful girl in her school, but only two people like her... One day Max Evans, Isabel Evans, and Michael Guerin come to town. Could these three be the key to Liz's unknown past?
Rating: PG; some language
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't. I am writing this purely to please the annoying voices in my head. Don't sue.
Alex looked around, dazed. Something weird had just happened and it had something to do with Max Evans.
Alex knew that the bullet must have hit him in the stomach. Looking down, Alex saw dried up blood on his shirt but no wound. He did see a sliver hand print. Something weird had definitely happened and it had to have something to do with Max Evans.
"Alex!" Maria screamed, launching herself onto him.
Alex felt the wind be pushed out of him as he realized he couldn't breathe. He relaxed when he saw Liz, the more responsible and levelheaded of three of them come closer, so didn't except it when she pulled him into a bear hug also. The bullet might not have killed him, but Alex was sure that his two best friends would. Typical.
"I couldn't save you. I try but you know that I can't," Liz was saying with tears nearly spilling out of her eyes.
Alex nodded but the lack of air distracted him. He somehow got out a signal to his friends to indicate he needed to breathe and finally got oxygen when they let go of him in a hurry.
"What happened?" Liz asked, looking Alex in wonder.
"I don't really know," Alex admitted looking around.
"Well, tell us what you do know," Maria probed.
"Not here," Alex whispered, staring at Liz. She got his meaning and the three of them headed towards the kitchen.
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Liz was jittery. She didn't know what to think and was trying hard to remember how to walk right before she embarrassed herself in front of everyone. The only thing she would allow herself to think about was what had happened to Alex. And why he needed to talk about in private.
"We're here. Now, what happened?" Liz asked in serious tone. Her voice made it seem like she was in control and could handle anything. Only Liz knew the truth -- she was terrified that she had no control and couldn't save her friends if something had happened.
"Well, it is really difficult to explain. Like I said, I am not really sure what happened," Alex repeated in a slow and nervous voice. Liz didn't want to make him relive his experience but had to for everyone's good.
"Tell us what you know," Liz said in her hard tone.
Alex let out a sigh. "Okay, here's what I know. I know that I got shot in the stomach. I know that Max Evans came up to me and put his hand on the place where I got shot. I know that when he left my stomach felt fine and had no wound. I know that there is dried blood on my shirt but instead of a bullet hole, there is a sliver handprint. And I know that when I was going to ask what happened, Michael pulled Max and Isabel away before they could at least make up an excuse. That's it."
Liz needed a minute to take everything in. "Okay. We'll set up a meeting with Michael, Isabel, and Max. We will straighten all this up after school tomorrow." Liz turned to Alex, "Until then, you never got shot. The bullet missed you and hit a ketchup bottle. The ketchup spilled all over you."
Liz ignored the strange looks her two best friends gave her at the last comment. Right now, she didn't want Max to be in any trouble or to have to suffer the same fate she is. Although, after tomorrow things might be different.
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