Part Four
Ok, where did we leave off? Oh yeah. I'm on the floor bleeding to death.
I spent almost 17 years in New York City and never even came in contact with a gun. I spend one day in Roswell and I have a bullet in my gut. Picture the cruel irony of that.
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"Oh my God!" the girl cried.
"Shit, I didn't see her!" the criminal yelled, and made a mad dash to the door.
"What are we going to do?" Michael asked.
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I always heard that right before you die there's a white light, a long hallway, Angels, shit like that.
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"Max, you have to do something!" the girl cried.
"I..." Max mumbled.
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You want the truth, about what it's like right before you die.
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"Max, you have to save her," Michael demanded.
"You can do it Max," the girl hissed.
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It's nothing like that at all. It's pain and darkness and blood. Lots and lots of blood.
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I felt Max's hand press down on my stomach.
"Is it working?" Michael demanded.
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And everything goes blurry and than there's nothing....
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"Liz, wake up!" Maria said, shaking my shoulder.
"What the...?" I said sitting up in bed.
"You promised me coffee. And aspirin," she moaned as she crawled out of bed.
"I'm alive...," I whispered.
"Yeah, and I'm half dead so get me my damn coffee," she complained, rubbing her head.
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Ok, I die and she's complaining about a head ache....
Excuse me for a moment where I don't give a crap
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"Last night, did I wake you up?" I asked,rubbing my stomach where the bullet had entered.
"I don't remember," she said, digging through a open box.
"How the hell can you not remember? I either woke you up or I didn't!" I yelled.
"Calm down," she whined, as she fished a bottle of asprin out of the box. "Everything about last night is a blur."
"This doesn't make sense," I said
"What?" Maria asked, pouring several pills into her hand.
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Decision time. Do I tell Maria the truth that I was shot last night and now magically healed or do I play it off as a bad dream....do I want to be consider sane or insane.
You make the call.
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"Nothing, I just had a bad dream, that's all," I lied. That's when I noticed it, my proof that I wasn't crazy. There was dried blood under my finger nails.
"Who's working today at the Crashdown?" I asked.
"Just Michael, me and you I guess," Maria moaned.
"Take the day off," I said, climbing out of bed.
"What?" Maria asked.
"Take the day off, I'm in charge and I give you the day off. I got you drunk and you need to rest."
"Really?" she asked, already crawling back towards the bed.
Yep," I answered.
"You're a good friend," she moaned, into the pillow.
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I'm a much better lier than my mom, people actually believe me.
Truth is Michael and I need to have a little talk. But I'm sure you figured that out already.
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"So, who are some of the people you hang with?" I asked, trying to figure out who the other person was last night. I already knew Michael and Max but the girl I was clueless about.
"Alex," she mumbled.
"What about Michael," I asked, not getting anywhere.
"He's pretty close to Max and Iz," she answered. "Why?"
"Just getting info about people here," I lied, throwing on the hideous uniform.
"Feel better," I said, before walking out of the apartment.
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Honestly
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I walked down into the Crashdown to find it completely empty except for Michael behind the counter.
"I hope you don't mind, I opened," he said.
"No problem, I'm Liz," I introduced.
"Michael," he said.
"I know," I said, walking behind the counter.
"How?" he asked.
"Maria told me about you," I said.
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So what if I like to play with the prey a little bit. It makes the hunt that much more fun.
I was going to get the truth out of him if it killed me.
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"Oh," he answered.
"Did you work yesterday?" I asked.
"Yeah, why?" he asked.
"You left your coat," I said, trying to hide a smile.
"Yeah, I got it this morning," he answered.
"That's good,I hope it didn't cause any problems," I replied.
"No," he said. I could tell he was becoming suspicous.
"You know something really weird happened last night," I said.
"Really," he replied, eyeing me.
"Yeah, Maria and I had a sleepover, now doesn't that sound like fun?" I said half mocking.
"Lots," he replied.
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Ok, games over. Now's truth time.
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"And I had the weirdest dream," I said.
"Yeah,"
"Yeah, you, your friend Max and Iz broke into the restaurant to get your jacket back. A robber or someone came and shot me. And then I magically wake up fine, isn't that the weirdest thing," I said and Michael freezes.
"What? You honestly thought I would forget that or pass it off as a dream. I'm not stupid Michael. I want to know the truth. What did you do to me?" I asked, and he looked at me with cold eyes.
"What are you?" I asked.
"This is Rosewell, haven't you figured it out?" he asked and turned away to wash dishs.
"I have now." I said.