The chains around her arms gave her just enough leverage to reach her nose with the tip of her finger. She sat up, putting all of her weight on her left arm whilst trying to scratch her cheek. Her arm gave in under the weight of her body, making her scream in pain.
"Great, broken arm!"
She looked at the plate lying next to her. The only remnants of food left were stale breadcrumbs. It was over two hours since hey had come in. The bright light was shinning on their backs, blocking out the features on their face.
Liz felt the two rings around her finger. The only thing she had to remind herself of Max. Her eyes were sore from crying, and her head still hurting from the crash. They had given her a small blanket to keep warm, but it hardly covered her. She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes, waiting for the nightmare to end.
"What do you mean you don't know who?"
"I was unconscious Max, and it's not like they left a calling card!"
"Maria, she's out there, and we don't know what they're doing to her! She could be dead by now!"
"You don't think I know this? Do you know how guilty I feel for making her go shopping with me when all she wanted to do was stay home?"
Tears were running down her cheeks and her eyes were red from all the crying.
"If she's dead…i…i…"
Max hadn't cried. He wouldn't let himself. He got angry instead. Isabel had noticed him clenching his fists and swearing under his breath since Maria came running in, baring the news of Liz's disappearance.
"Max, yelling at Maria won't help Liz! We need to think and come up with a plan, so stop feeling guilty for yourselves and get it together!"
Michael had never sounded so forceful. They all knew he was right, but none of them wanted to admit it.
He stood with his hands in his hair, walking back and forth in circles. Without warning, he swung his hand at the wall. As he pulled it out, they could all see the blood on his knuckles and running down over the wall.
"Max!" Isabel gasped at her brother, before running over to help him. She sat him down on a nearby chair. His whole body was shaking and he couldn't move his hand.
"I think it's broken! Kyle, get me some bandages!"
"I've lost her!" His voice was full of regret and guilt as he whispered in her ear.
"Max, no!"
"I have Isabel! She's out there all alone and I have no way to find her!"
"You have me!"
"What if it doesn't work?"
"We'll think of something! But the moment you start thinking that you've lost Liz is the moment that you will loose her! And I don't think I could stand seeing you like that! I promise you little brother, you will get her back!"
"Thank you!"
"Miss Parker, or should I say Miss Evans?"
His face was in the shadows from the light, but she recognised his voice. It was like seeing a ghost. His outline looked identical to what she could remember of him.
"Pierce?"