AN: Now I'm not much of a Liz fan, but some people were really shocked that
I could kill her off so easily. So this chapter is for the Liz fans I
upset. Please don't send me hate mail, I'm young and vulnerable, LOL.
Roswellfan and BlackRaven-Thanks for the Feedback and the advice. I've
tried to put more detail in this chapter, I hope you like it. Oh and you've
both scared me now, I don't want hate mail from angry Liz fans.
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Debz-Thanks for replying again to my fic hun.
Part 2 The sky was dark and gloomy. The wind could be heard whistling in the distance, while the patter of light rain filled the air. It was as if God had sensed the friends' pain, and it reflected in the weather. They stood glumly, holding each other for support. The five had been through a lot in their young lives. They had been bound together by fate, brought closer by the tragedies they had witnessed. The bond they shared was stronger then anyone could imagine. They were wise beyond their years, old before their time. Where once stood eight, now stood five.
It had been three days since Liz's death. They had been unable to bury her any earlier because they had to get a reasonable distance between themselves and their last whereabouts. Max had taken her death the hardest. He couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, he could barely even talk anymore. Fearful that the FBI would find her body, Max had chosen a quiet forest to bury Liz. He was certain that she would have loved the place. It was beautiful and peaceful, just like her.
Michael let go of Maria's hand and wearily made his way too Max's hunched form. He tried to grab his shoulder, but Max flinched at the touch. It hurt him to see Max in so much pain, but he understood. He didn't know what he would do if it were Maria.
"Max we should go," he said sadly. Max continued to stare into the serene depths of the forest.
Isabel moved to stand by Michael. She couldn't believe Liz was dead. She was always so full of life. She didn't deserve to die. Even though the two had never been close, Isabel was devastated over the loss.
"Max please," Isabel pleaded. She needed her brother. He was always the strong one, the leader.
"I can't leave her," Max choked out. After everything they had been through he wasn't going to leave her now. Death had been an obstacle they had overcome before. Max thought back to when he had died. Liz had been distraught but had never given up on him, he wasn't going to either.
Maria pushed passed Michael and Isabel to stand in front of Max. She'd had enough. Max was acting like he was the only one who had lost Liz. Maria missed her too. She had lost her both her best friends since pre-school. She still missed Alex like crazy, but for the sake of the safety of the group, held herself together.
"Can't leave. Or won't leave Max?" she placed her hands on Max head and turned it so she could look him in the eyes. Despite all the changes in appearance Max had endured, he still had the same warm, chocolate brown eyes, only now, they had lost their spark. On seeing this, her facial features softened. Sighing in defeat she released Max's face and reached up to hug the taller boy. Max didn't have the strength to fight; he simply hugged the small pixie back.
"Both," he told her simply before turning and walking to the van, followed closely by the others.
With one last look at Liz's grave, Michael started the van. His three best friends and girlfriend sat in silence as they pulled away, each remembering the girl who had brought so much happiness to their life, each saying their own private goodbye.
Part 2 The sky was dark and gloomy. The wind could be heard whistling in the distance, while the patter of light rain filled the air. It was as if God had sensed the friends' pain, and it reflected in the weather. They stood glumly, holding each other for support. The five had been through a lot in their young lives. They had been bound together by fate, brought closer by the tragedies they had witnessed. The bond they shared was stronger then anyone could imagine. They were wise beyond their years, old before their time. Where once stood eight, now stood five.
It had been three days since Liz's death. They had been unable to bury her any earlier because they had to get a reasonable distance between themselves and their last whereabouts. Max had taken her death the hardest. He couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, he could barely even talk anymore. Fearful that the FBI would find her body, Max had chosen a quiet forest to bury Liz. He was certain that she would have loved the place. It was beautiful and peaceful, just like her.
Michael let go of Maria's hand and wearily made his way too Max's hunched form. He tried to grab his shoulder, but Max flinched at the touch. It hurt him to see Max in so much pain, but he understood. He didn't know what he would do if it were Maria.
"Max we should go," he said sadly. Max continued to stare into the serene depths of the forest.
Isabel moved to stand by Michael. She couldn't believe Liz was dead. She was always so full of life. She didn't deserve to die. Even though the two had never been close, Isabel was devastated over the loss.
"Max please," Isabel pleaded. She needed her brother. He was always the strong one, the leader.
"I can't leave her," Max choked out. After everything they had been through he wasn't going to leave her now. Death had been an obstacle they had overcome before. Max thought back to when he had died. Liz had been distraught but had never given up on him, he wasn't going to either.
Maria pushed passed Michael and Isabel to stand in front of Max. She'd had enough. Max was acting like he was the only one who had lost Liz. Maria missed her too. She had lost her both her best friends since pre-school. She still missed Alex like crazy, but for the sake of the safety of the group, held herself together.
"Can't leave. Or won't leave Max?" she placed her hands on Max head and turned it so she could look him in the eyes. Despite all the changes in appearance Max had endured, he still had the same warm, chocolate brown eyes, only now, they had lost their spark. On seeing this, her facial features softened. Sighing in defeat she released Max's face and reached up to hug the taller boy. Max didn't have the strength to fight; he simply hugged the small pixie back.
"Both," he told her simply before turning and walking to the van, followed closely by the others.
With one last look at Liz's grave, Michael started the van. His three best friends and girlfriend sat in silence as they pulled away, each remembering the girl who had brought so much happiness to their life, each saying their own private goodbye.