A bitter wind tore through the trees creating an eerie scratching sound.
Thunder and lightening rolled and rumbled, while lightening tore through
the sky. It had been barley a week since Liz's burial and the tension
between the group had only gotten worse, leaving everyone on edge and
irritable. The cramped interior of the van hadn't helped matters. Living in
such a close and confined space was beginning to take its toll on the
teens.
Max had slipped into depression. Due to unfortunate circumstances, he had been unable to properly grieve the loss of his wife. The complete absence of his usual confidence and leader qualities was evident, and had left the group defenceless should the FBI discover their whereabouts once again. Isabel had tried on numerous occasions to break through the emotional barrier, Max now used to protect himself.
Kyle would watch Isabel's futile efforts with remorse. He knew personally how agonizing It could be to suppress emotions. It had taken him months to come to terms with the part he had played in Alex's murder. For so long he had kept his feelings of guilt and disgust buried deep inside of him. At first he had blamed himself, and if he knew Max as well as he thought he did, he knew he was feeling the same over Liz.
Maria couldn't help but feel bitter towards Max. He was acting like a child. He was cowardly bottling up his emotions, and by doing so he was sabotaging the safety of the whole group. Somebody had to knock some sense into him, and if he didn't snap out of it soon, she was going to.and hard.
Michael would often steal glances at Maria with uneasiness. Maria had been uncharacteristically quiet and withdrawn over the past week. Although she masked it well, he could tell Liz's death was killing her inside. He just wished there was some way he could take away her pain. He loved her too much to sit back and watch her suffer.
Michael couldn't hep but feel guilty about the events surrounding Liz's death. All he could think about was how relieved he was that it wasn't Maria who had been killed. He shook his head disapprovingly as he pulled into 'The Townsend Inn' parking lot. He turned to face Max, Isabel and Kyle in the back of the van.
"Ok, we can stay here for a few nights. I think we could all do with some rest," he said looking at Max in particular.
Max remained in the same catatonic state, not responding. Michael wondered if he had even heard him. Sighing in defeat he turned and exited the van. Maria quickly followed, leaving Kyle and Isabel to drag Max behind them.
While Michael went to get their rooms, Maria studied the motel. The glimmer from the dim streetlights illuminated the rotten, dirt-covered exterior. She wondered to herself if the place had ever been cleaned, she didn't even want to think about what she could catch in there.
The surroundings weren't much better outside. The tarmac on the parking lot was worn and uneven; the small patch of grass not far from the parked van looked as if it hadn't been mowed in years and..(I couldn't think of anything else. Help!).
Her thought were interrupted when her incredibly sexy boyfriend, (hehehe ;) returned with two room keys. Michael walked to Isabel and handed her a key.
"You, Max and Kyle will take room 4. Maria and I will be nest door in 3 if you need us."
"Great," Kyle murmured. "I get to share a room with Queen Amidala and the fallen King," he instantly regretted his outburst when Isabel snapped at him.
While Michael looked on startled, Maria tried to suppress her giggle.
Isabel scowled, towering menacingly over Kyle.
"What did you say?" she asked slowly, making an obvious effort not to lose her temper.
"Why should I have to spend the night with Max's shadow over there?" he challenged while pointing to Max's withering form.
"How dare you?" Isabel hissed.
As the group continued to argue, Max slipped away unnoticed. He had to get out there. All her ever did was cause pain and death amongst people he loved.
As he made he way out of the motel grounds, he could still hear arguing amongst his sister and three best friends. It's for the best he reassured himself before quietly disappearing into the cold, shadowy night.
Max had slipped into depression. Due to unfortunate circumstances, he had been unable to properly grieve the loss of his wife. The complete absence of his usual confidence and leader qualities was evident, and had left the group defenceless should the FBI discover their whereabouts once again. Isabel had tried on numerous occasions to break through the emotional barrier, Max now used to protect himself.
Kyle would watch Isabel's futile efforts with remorse. He knew personally how agonizing It could be to suppress emotions. It had taken him months to come to terms with the part he had played in Alex's murder. For so long he had kept his feelings of guilt and disgust buried deep inside of him. At first he had blamed himself, and if he knew Max as well as he thought he did, he knew he was feeling the same over Liz.
Maria couldn't help but feel bitter towards Max. He was acting like a child. He was cowardly bottling up his emotions, and by doing so he was sabotaging the safety of the whole group. Somebody had to knock some sense into him, and if he didn't snap out of it soon, she was going to.and hard.
Michael would often steal glances at Maria with uneasiness. Maria had been uncharacteristically quiet and withdrawn over the past week. Although she masked it well, he could tell Liz's death was killing her inside. He just wished there was some way he could take away her pain. He loved her too much to sit back and watch her suffer.
Michael couldn't hep but feel guilty about the events surrounding Liz's death. All he could think about was how relieved he was that it wasn't Maria who had been killed. He shook his head disapprovingly as he pulled into 'The Townsend Inn' parking lot. He turned to face Max, Isabel and Kyle in the back of the van.
"Ok, we can stay here for a few nights. I think we could all do with some rest," he said looking at Max in particular.
Max remained in the same catatonic state, not responding. Michael wondered if he had even heard him. Sighing in defeat he turned and exited the van. Maria quickly followed, leaving Kyle and Isabel to drag Max behind them.
While Michael went to get their rooms, Maria studied the motel. The glimmer from the dim streetlights illuminated the rotten, dirt-covered exterior. She wondered to herself if the place had ever been cleaned, she didn't even want to think about what she could catch in there.
The surroundings weren't much better outside. The tarmac on the parking lot was worn and uneven; the small patch of grass not far from the parked van looked as if it hadn't been mowed in years and..(I couldn't think of anything else. Help!).
Her thought were interrupted when her incredibly sexy boyfriend, (hehehe ;) returned with two room keys. Michael walked to Isabel and handed her a key.
"You, Max and Kyle will take room 4. Maria and I will be nest door in 3 if you need us."
"Great," Kyle murmured. "I get to share a room with Queen Amidala and the fallen King," he instantly regretted his outburst when Isabel snapped at him.
While Michael looked on startled, Maria tried to suppress her giggle.
Isabel scowled, towering menacingly over Kyle.
"What did you say?" she asked slowly, making an obvious effort not to lose her temper.
"Why should I have to spend the night with Max's shadow over there?" he challenged while pointing to Max's withering form.
"How dare you?" Isabel hissed.
As the group continued to argue, Max slipped away unnoticed. He had to get out there. All her ever did was cause pain and death amongst people he loved.
As he made he way out of the motel grounds, he could still hear arguing amongst his sister and three best friends. It's for the best he reassured himself before quietly disappearing into the cold, shadowy night.