She was so frail, huddled in the corner, scared. She had bruises all over her body, her eyes swollen from being beaten. He ran over to her, wanting to help. She backed away into the corner, hiding in the shadows.
"Liz, Liz!" His voice was soft and gentle, full of worry and love. She shook, frightened from all of the events of the past few days. She was weak, having only had a glass of water and bread to fill her appetite. A terrifying thought dawned over Max. "She's frightened of me!"
It broke Max's heart to see her so scared, so alone. He just wanted to hold her, tell her everything was okay, but they didn't have time.
"Max!" Michaels voice was stern, and a clear warning that they had to hurry. Max placed his hand on the chains around her arms, and they evaporated into thin air. He lifted her up; letting her get her footing before taking her hand, ready to lead her to safety. She screamed at his touch, and he then noticed the swelling around her arm. She collapsed into his arms, needing his support to stand.
He led her around the rubble and out through the doorway of where the door once was. Isabel put her arm around Liz's waist, helping to support her. Max let her go, trusting Isabel with the most important thing in his life.
She led her out the main doors, and was greeted by Maria running over, trying to get Liz to safety. Max and Michael, using their powers, sealed the doors closed, knowing that it wouldn't stop them for long.
His head felt like it had been hit with a tone of bricks, the concrete around him crushing his insides. He saw his gun, laying a metre away from him. Pierce stretched out his hand, and his fingers touched cold metal. Grabbing at it with all of his effort, he soon managed to pull it towards him. He could seem them clearly through the door, and aimed.
Max saw the scene play out in front of his eyes. He saw Pierce aim the gun through the glass doors, heard it go off, the glass shattered all over the ground, and saw Liz fall down from Maria and Isabel's grip.
"LIZ! NO!"
His shrill voice rang through the thick air, yet never registering that the words had come from his own mouth. Silence followed, and he just watched. Maria was crouching over her body, shaking her back and forth, screaming, telling her to wake up, tears running down her cheeks. Michael extend his hand in the direction of Pierce, followed by a large flash of a bright white light, almost blinding them, then sudden darkness.
"Liz! Please wake up! Please don't leave me! Liz! Please! MAX!" Maria's begging broke through his thoughts, and pain set in.
He hadn't realised that he was still standing there, watching it all happen. He was running now, as fast as he could, but it seemed like she was just getting further away with each step he took. His heart sinking deeper every time he heard her cries, he ran faster than he ever though possible.
When he finally reached her, she had lost a lot of blood. A red pool was forming on the ground beside her, seeping down the side of her body. He was weak; his energy drain from his powers, but something inside of him seemed to wake up. He felt it rushing through his veins, like the awake-ness you feel after twelve cups of coffee.
It was like déjà vu. He hovered his hands over the bullet wound, pleading her to look at him. Her eyes opened as best she could manage, and a warm light was emitted from his hand. Concentrating with everything he had, sweat forming at the top of his forehead, he held his breath, focused on Liz. He pulled it away, and all that was left was skin, unharmed and beautiful.
It suddenly dawned on them all that Kyle was yelling something at them about the police, and that they had to leave now! The sirens in the background were getting louder, they had two minutes or less before they would arrive.
Max pulled her up of the ground, and supporting her as best her could, He carried her frail form to the van, where Kyle, Maria and Isabel were. They jumped inside, closed the door and sped off, with Michael, Zan and Charlie following behind in the other car.
All that was left was a trail of dust, from where their tyres had once been.
"Max?"
"I'm here!" He held her close to his heart, never wanting to let go. She let out a groan of pain, and he remembered her arm. He placed his hand over her arm, and it was healed. He then attended to her harshest cuts, promising himself that once they were safe, he would do the rest.
She looked up into his deep brown eyes, and started to cry. She crawled up against his chest, sobbing into his shirt. She had been so scared, so alone, and now she was safe again. It was all too much to take in at once, and the tears became heavier.
"I've missed you so much! Don't ever leave me again! I love you so much Liz!"
"I love you to!" Her voice was soft, so only he could hear.
His skin was soft against her cheek, as he wiped away her tears with his hand. Her lips touched his, needing to be close to him. She tasted so cold, so empty, not like the usual Liz. He wanted to make her warm, make her safe, and make her happy again. Her hand moved up to caress his cheek, but she stopped, as the pain was too much. Her scream filled the van, and Max broke away, frightened that her squeal could be so loud, so full of pain.
She held her arm, and he noticed that it was swollen again.
"It didn't work!"
They all turned their heads, the silence filling the van. Isabel quickly turned back, remembering that she was driving. Where? She didn't know! The instructions were to just keep driving.
"What do you mean it didn't work? You're the healing guy! It always works! Make it work!"
Max looked up at Kyle, giving him a deathly stare.
Liz looked down at her stomach, and saw the blood trickle down onto the seat. The pain was so strong, so excruciating, she could hardly mutter the words.
"That's not the only thing that didn't work!"