Part Twenty
Liz was terrified. More terrified than she could ever recall being in her life. More terrified than she had been when Michael got sick. More terrified than she had been when she had been kidnapped by Nacedo. More terrified than when Max had been captured by the FBI and more terrified than she had been running from Pierce, bullets shooting at them.
The reason for this utter fear that was almost paralysing was the still form that lay on her lap on the floor in square lead covered room. Her hands moved in his hair as she beseeched him to move, to open his eyes, his beautiful out of this world eyes and smile at her with that sweet smile that made her breathe catch. She pleaded and implored him to wake up and to tell her that everything would be alright.
She was all alone. All around her was pure silence, silent except for her voice talking to Max and it had been so since they had thrown his almost lifeless body into the room with her practically crawling in after. Only once had she heard sounds, voices yelling. She couldn't make out the words or the voices and that had been two hours ago. And in all that time Max had not moved. Not when she picked up his head and placed in her lap. Not when her fingers ran all over his face looking for some signs of life, of consciousness.
Liz didn't cry. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction. She just sat there holding her soulmate in her arms and waited. Waited and prayed. Prayed that Max would wake up. Prayed that everyone else was okay and free. Prayed that she would be rescued soon.
Her mind ran back to their capture, to see if she could have done anything differently, even if her scientific brain recognised the futility of the exercise. It had all happened so fast. There had been no warning and no time to warn anyone else. Max had been driving the jeep and she was in the passenger seat. They were a little late for school because of the stop the two of them had made at the Congresswoman's office. Just before they were about to pull into the parking lot of the school, three cars ran them of the road into an alley. The alley was deserted and the two had put up a fight but they were outnumbered by at least six.
Max put up a forceshield using powers he didn't even know he had and shot out small bursts of energy at their ambushers. None of that mattered. Max ran out of energy and even though he took out at three people. Liz herself using a wrench form the car hit and injured one person pretty badly. Even now in hindsight she couldn't feel any remorse for that. It was when Max's energy levels started to diminish and the force field went down that it had gone from bad to worse.
Whoever it was that was attacking them didn't want to kill Max just capture him. Liz herself wasn't as priority and one of them had shot a burst of lasers at her. Max had seen it out of the corner of his eyes and being Max jumped in front of her, pushing her towards the ground. The burst had hit him straight in the chest and he had fallen unconscious to the ground next to her. Liz didn't fight anymore after that and gave in. They threw the two of them into a van after driving for 10 minutes arrived at a house. Liz was panic stricken because Max had not regained consciousness and almost didn't notice the method she had been escorted into the house and thrown into the room where she now resided. Her only thoughts and concern were for the boy she loved.
When the door opened suddenly Liz didn't look up. She didn't move. It was fortunate for her that no one came in and only some water pushed through. Liz waited for ten minutes before gently laying Max's head on the floor and sliding over to water and dragging it back to him. All problems, all misunderstandings, their break-up, all had been forgotten. Her only thought now was for him to wake up. She used the water to wash his face, slowly in small circles her fingers wet his face with the hope that it would cause him to open his eyes. Nothing happened but she wasn't ready to give up yet. She tried again and again every 15 minutes and waited. Waited and hoped.
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Just two doors away in a room identical to the one Subjects 1 and 2 were in was another couple, Subjects 7 and 8. Of course they were in the dark about their titles or each other's presence. Kyle and Tess had been in the empty square room for just over an hour.
Kyle sat against the wall in one corner. Tess sat next to him, her head on his shoulder. They didn't say much. They didn't know who was listening or watching. Although they were unaware of it their capture was almost identical to Max and Liz's, except for Max's unconscious state. Tess tried to mindwarp their kidnappers but they were just too many of them for her to sustain any long term mindwarp in order for her and Kyle to get away. The same alley that resulted in their friends kidnap was also the site of theirs. It was also the site of the two bodies that between her and Kyle they had taken out in the fight that occurred subsequent to the ambush, and the many injuries that not only the enemy had suffered.
In the end it was the fact that they were totally outnumbered, and that either would die before letting anything happen to the other that led to their surrender. They were carted of in a van clutching each other's hands and thrown into the room they currently inhabited. They may have surrendered but the two had not given up. They made enough of a fuss when being thrown into their prison to get their point across, even though Kyle was injured pretty badly and Tess was exhausted from fighting and trying to heal herself and Kyle from the worst of their wounds.
It was a long hour and more to come. They ignored the pain as much as they could and thought up escape plans while they recovered as a way to both counter the helpless feelings and fear that ran through them and to distract from the pain. The time passed and Kyle and Tess rested while they waited for Tess to gather enough energy reserves to contact the others and see if they were okay.
End Part Twenty
Liz was terrified. More terrified than she could ever recall being in her life. More terrified than she had been when Michael got sick. More terrified than she had been when she had been kidnapped by Nacedo. More terrified than when Max had been captured by the FBI and more terrified than she had been running from Pierce, bullets shooting at them.
The reason for this utter fear that was almost paralysing was the still form that lay on her lap on the floor in square lead covered room. Her hands moved in his hair as she beseeched him to move, to open his eyes, his beautiful out of this world eyes and smile at her with that sweet smile that made her breathe catch. She pleaded and implored him to wake up and to tell her that everything would be alright.
She was all alone. All around her was pure silence, silent except for her voice talking to Max and it had been so since they had thrown his almost lifeless body into the room with her practically crawling in after. Only once had she heard sounds, voices yelling. She couldn't make out the words or the voices and that had been two hours ago. And in all that time Max had not moved. Not when she picked up his head and placed in her lap. Not when her fingers ran all over his face looking for some signs of life, of consciousness.
Liz didn't cry. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction. She just sat there holding her soulmate in her arms and waited. Waited and prayed. Prayed that Max would wake up. Prayed that everyone else was okay and free. Prayed that she would be rescued soon.
Her mind ran back to their capture, to see if she could have done anything differently, even if her scientific brain recognised the futility of the exercise. It had all happened so fast. There had been no warning and no time to warn anyone else. Max had been driving the jeep and she was in the passenger seat. They were a little late for school because of the stop the two of them had made at the Congresswoman's office. Just before they were about to pull into the parking lot of the school, three cars ran them of the road into an alley. The alley was deserted and the two had put up a fight but they were outnumbered by at least six.
Max put up a forceshield using powers he didn't even know he had and shot out small bursts of energy at their ambushers. None of that mattered. Max ran out of energy and even though he took out at three people. Liz herself using a wrench form the car hit and injured one person pretty badly. Even now in hindsight she couldn't feel any remorse for that. It was when Max's energy levels started to diminish and the force field went down that it had gone from bad to worse.
Whoever it was that was attacking them didn't want to kill Max just capture him. Liz herself wasn't as priority and one of them had shot a burst of lasers at her. Max had seen it out of the corner of his eyes and being Max jumped in front of her, pushing her towards the ground. The burst had hit him straight in the chest and he had fallen unconscious to the ground next to her. Liz didn't fight anymore after that and gave in. They threw the two of them into a van after driving for 10 minutes arrived at a house. Liz was panic stricken because Max had not regained consciousness and almost didn't notice the method she had been escorted into the house and thrown into the room where she now resided. Her only thoughts and concern were for the boy she loved.
When the door opened suddenly Liz didn't look up. She didn't move. It was fortunate for her that no one came in and only some water pushed through. Liz waited for ten minutes before gently laying Max's head on the floor and sliding over to water and dragging it back to him. All problems, all misunderstandings, their break-up, all had been forgotten. Her only thought now was for him to wake up. She used the water to wash his face, slowly in small circles her fingers wet his face with the hope that it would cause him to open his eyes. Nothing happened but she wasn't ready to give up yet. She tried again and again every 15 minutes and waited. Waited and hoped.
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Just two doors away in a room identical to the one Subjects 1 and 2 were in was another couple, Subjects 7 and 8. Of course they were in the dark about their titles or each other's presence. Kyle and Tess had been in the empty square room for just over an hour.
Kyle sat against the wall in one corner. Tess sat next to him, her head on his shoulder. They didn't say much. They didn't know who was listening or watching. Although they were unaware of it their capture was almost identical to Max and Liz's, except for Max's unconscious state. Tess tried to mindwarp their kidnappers but they were just too many of them for her to sustain any long term mindwarp in order for her and Kyle to get away. The same alley that resulted in their friends kidnap was also the site of theirs. It was also the site of the two bodies that between her and Kyle they had taken out in the fight that occurred subsequent to the ambush, and the many injuries that not only the enemy had suffered.
In the end it was the fact that they were totally outnumbered, and that either would die before letting anything happen to the other that led to their surrender. They were carted of in a van clutching each other's hands and thrown into the room they currently inhabited. They may have surrendered but the two had not given up. They made enough of a fuss when being thrown into their prison to get their point across, even though Kyle was injured pretty badly and Tess was exhausted from fighting and trying to heal herself and Kyle from the worst of their wounds.
It was a long hour and more to come. They ignored the pain as much as they could and thought up escape plans while they recovered as a way to both counter the helpless feelings and fear that ran through them and to distract from the pain. The time passed and Kyle and Tess rested while they waited for Tess to gather enough energy reserves to contact the others and see if they were okay.
End Part Twenty