"Your dead! I, I saw Michael kill you!"
"No, you saw Mr Guerin kill my father!" He walked and stood leaning over her. He was intimidating; with a now very clear face holding a sneering smile over her. She cowered into the corner, trying to hide from the disturbing presence he held around him. Maybe it was just the location they were in, or the fact that her head was spinning continuously, or that she knew that Max couldn't help her, but she was scared. Liz Evans, scared! She was always the strong one, the one who never broke at the time of crisis, the one who no matter what did what she felt was right, the one who supported Max when he was at his worst, the one they could all depend on, yet when she needed to depend on them, they were no where to be found, oblivious to the fact that she could die at any moment.
His face was serious again, as thoughts came back to him from his childhood. He stood over her, knowing that she was petrified. His voice went low, so the guards standing at the door couldn't hear. His voice was cold and full of painful memories.
"Because of your alien husband and his little sidekicks, my mother was left to raise two teenage boys and a baby girl all by herself! Because of you!" He was now yelling, rage flooding all of his emotions.
"Pierce never had any children! He was screwing Whitaker for God sake!"
He was above yelling now, with his voice echoing through the gas station. Tears were forming in the corner of his eyes; he had to fight to restrain himself. "Just because he had a mistress doesn't mean he wasn't a father! He loved us! He loved my mother!"
He voice was low. Sensations of rage flowed through her veins, screaming to be let out, until she couldn't handle it anymore. "Then why did he have to turn to an alien just so he could feel?"
Agent Barlow sat outside the station, drinking his coffee and reading up of the mission report, and of what was to be done with the girl when she reached Washington. His head jolted up at the sound of skin striking together. A loud scream followed, obviously belonging to the girl. He shrugged it off and went back to his reading, with the sounds of continual crying coming from the back room.
They were sitting around the table, onto their forth jug of coffee, starring at Max. He looked like he was stoned, completely out of this world. He was almost paralysed as the realisation set in to him that he had no clue where Liz was. Isabel's dream walking failed, as Liz was shutting them off, letting no one in.
"We need a plan!" Maria slumped back into her chair. Michael nodded next to her, and Isabel just looked at Max, worried that he might have finally given up.
Charlie stared at the people sitting in front of her. They all looked so tired, so dead to the world around them. Even Zan looked depressed. She had stuck to the sides all day, with Isabel and Zan being the only ones she had talked to. Zan looked up at her and saw that she was fighting the urge to say something. Her eyes looked at him, and all he saw was the pain she was going through because of his pain. She was feeling guilty, when she had no reason to. None of this was her fault.
"What?" It was the only thing that could come out of his mouth at this point. Isabel told them to go home about lunchtime, but they decided to stay. If this was his family, he would help them find the person that meant so much to them.
Her voice was quiet, and it almost sounded like a whimper rather than a suggestion.
"I have a plan!"
She never took abuse from anyone. The sad fact was that he had to tie her down just so he could beat her. The pain ran through her body like a knife, spreading through all her nerves. She felt her face, the swelling still evident.
The beating lasted for almost an hour. No one tried to stop him, they just stood and watched as he punched her and kicked her. Through her squinting black eyes, she could see her blood stains on the ground beside her. Tears wouldn't come through, she had already cried too much.
Every muscle in her body ached, her arm especially. Now broken twice as much as before. She remembered the person who looked like a doctor come in and stand beside Pierce as he was beating her. After he was finished thrashing her body, he left the room, so that she was face to face with someone she thought would help her.
She picked her body off the ground and sat up as best she could. For a brief moment she felt relieved, but her thoughts soon changed as she saw him get a large needle full of a strange purple liquid out of a case resting on a small table. He spoke with an accent, one that slightly resembled that of an English origin. He had the same sinfulness as Pierce in his voice, but it was not as dark. He walked over to her limp body and knelt down beside her. His breath smelt of garlic with a little wine. She turned her head in disgust, trying to escape the stench he was breathing upon her. He grabbed her arm and pain shot through her body. He took the syringe out of her skin and placed it on the ground next to him, whilst he took a sample of her blood from one of the cuts that Pierce had given her.
"You are a very unique thing Miss Evans. Your not human anymore, yet your not quite alien! Where oh where do you fit in?"
Her voice was soft and nervous, yet it had a forcefulness about it.
"What do you want from me?"
"Oh, no, that's where you have it all wrong Miss Evans. We don't want anything from you, however, we do need something that's in you!
"What did you say?"
Isabel has risen from the table at the girl's words. Charlie jumped back from the sudden realisation that everyone had heard her, not just Zan.
This time her voice was clear and firm.
"I have a plan!"