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Ch 4: Ironic Jim Valenti's POV
My God, its hard to believe its been three days. Three days, since they told us. Sitting here in The Crashdown, I look around to see them, all of them with tears in their eyes, despair in their hearts, and all of their broken dreams. I know this is how they feel, because it takes everything in me, not to cry. I knew this day would come, I have known for a little less then five years. I knew from the moment they told me, that this would not end well. That this could not end well. The moment they left, I knew, I just knew it was a countdown till when. But My God, they're actually gone. I can still see them, that day they left, their graduation day. I remember how they looked, I could tell what they were thinking. I had to learn that, because for years I was all they had. Learning of Kyle's death was hard, so hard, and learning about all of their deaths, its more than one man can take. First Alex. Then Tess. And now all of them! I was their guardian, and I failed them. I failed to protect any of them. If I could have saved one.
As I lift my head, I see all of them, it's the first time all of us has gotten together. Its just to hard. I look over at the Parkers. I see Jeff pacing, and Nancy whose eyes have been looking all around, as if trying to find a spot where she did not think of Liz. I hear Jeff mumbling. I can only imagine what he is saying, I know he was so over protective about Liz and I know he was having so much trouble just accepting the whole truth.
"Damnit.. it's your childrens fault! If Max had just never entered her life. She'd be alive! She'd be going to college!"- Jeff burst yelling at the Evans. And Nancy just looks down at the counter. Retreating further away. I look at the Evans, they looked shock, and Amy, she just looks broken. "I knew, Max would kill her! I knew it!"- Jeff keeps ranting. Why is he doing this. I don't get why he's pointing fingers now, its just to late.
"Don't you dare say Max killed her. He loved her! Damnit! And if I remember correctly he saved her life, and that's were everything went down hill from!"- Phillip starts arguing back. Looking at the two of them, they look like there going to fight.
"This doesn't change anything! Jeff, Max did not kill Liz, infact I am sure he did everything to keep her alive, and Phillip, you need to calm down. Everything did not happen like this because of Liz"- I quickly intercept knowing that the two would begin to fight otherwise. They both look at me, a little shocked, it seems like they forgot anyone else was in the room.
"Listen, I knew the truth longer than any of you. Your children... our children, they weren't idiots! They knew this might happen! Damnit, they all tried to protect each other from this. It was amazing how close they were. And right now, they would not want us all sitting here blaming one another! I miss Kyle too. Hell, I miss all of them. But arguing about whose fault it is, will not change anything!"- I finally burst.
Hearing the Crashdown door ring, I look over to see who would come now. Jesse. I can tell by his confused look he has no idea what has happened. Diane runs over to him and starts crying and she hugs him.
"Whats going on?'- Jesse asked, his eyes full of worry, but I know even if he is thinking what it could be, there is no way he has accepted it yet. "They're dead, all of them"- Diane finally chokes out.
Jesse's eyes filled with water, as he tried to compose himself he holds onto Diane. Looking around the room, seeing they're faces, I realize I have been here before. Been in this situation before. I have seen their children look the same, first after Max escaped and we were at Covina, then when Alex died, when Tess came back, and finally that day they left. It never clicked on me, but they knew, they knew they'd all die young. They knew when they left that they would not see home again. My god, why! They were the good guy damnit! They have always been the right side!
"What do we do now?"- It was the first word I heard from Amy all evening. The question sound so foreign to me. Even though they always seemed to find them selves asking that question. What happens now that the FBI knows who Max is? What happens now that Nasedo is dead? What happens now with the Skins? What happens now that Alex is dead? That Tess is Pregnant? That Max and Liz are in jail? That I am no longer sheriff? That Grant is possessed? That Maria and Liz left? That Tess is back with Zan? That Liz has powers? That they're going to die? That they're leaving? They knew that every choice they made had consequences. And now, here we are, the older generation, all of having lost someone, we have to learn what to do now that they are gone. Now what can we do?
"Can we have a funeral for them?"- She asks, seeing everyone somewhat dumbfounded by her question.
"They can't do us any more harm now, I think we can"- I manage to make out... I see a solemn nod of agreement from all of them. "Well write in the obituary that is was a car accident"-I finish, giving a perfectly reasonable explanation, that no one would ask questions on, and because all six of them could have easily died in one car accident.
The diner is silent. So silent. No life is left in here. No, all the life is going to be buried. Hidden away underground, and there secret will go with them to their graves.
This world is hopless. Without people like them, there is not point for hope or love. Its people like them that make this world bearable. Max with his undying love for Liz. Liz with her unfailing trust in them, that they were good. Isabel with her desire to make the world safer, and better for everyone. Maria, with her spunk and eternal optimism. Michael with his silent, and un seen acts, and his need to protect those he loved. And Kyle...my son, for his soul. His belief, that everyone is good. His talent.
These kids, they are what makes this world humane. And ironically, it was because they weren't human that they died.
Looking at Nancy, she doesn't seem much better. She's pale, and sickly looking. Liz was her life. They all were our lives. And looking at her I realize we all looked that way. Dead souls in living bodies. While our children have living souls in dead bodies. Ironic.
Damn this world for being so damn ironic! Because it kills!
Ch 4: Ironic Jim Valenti's POV
My God, its hard to believe its been three days. Three days, since they told us. Sitting here in The Crashdown, I look around to see them, all of them with tears in their eyes, despair in their hearts, and all of their broken dreams. I know this is how they feel, because it takes everything in me, not to cry. I knew this day would come, I have known for a little less then five years. I knew from the moment they told me, that this would not end well. That this could not end well. The moment they left, I knew, I just knew it was a countdown till when. But My God, they're actually gone. I can still see them, that day they left, their graduation day. I remember how they looked, I could tell what they were thinking. I had to learn that, because for years I was all they had. Learning of Kyle's death was hard, so hard, and learning about all of their deaths, its more than one man can take. First Alex. Then Tess. And now all of them! I was their guardian, and I failed them. I failed to protect any of them. If I could have saved one.
As I lift my head, I see all of them, it's the first time all of us has gotten together. Its just to hard. I look over at the Parkers. I see Jeff pacing, and Nancy whose eyes have been looking all around, as if trying to find a spot where she did not think of Liz. I hear Jeff mumbling. I can only imagine what he is saying, I know he was so over protective about Liz and I know he was having so much trouble just accepting the whole truth.
"Damnit.. it's your childrens fault! If Max had just never entered her life. She'd be alive! She'd be going to college!"- Jeff burst yelling at the Evans. And Nancy just looks down at the counter. Retreating further away. I look at the Evans, they looked shock, and Amy, she just looks broken. "I knew, Max would kill her! I knew it!"- Jeff keeps ranting. Why is he doing this. I don't get why he's pointing fingers now, its just to late.
"Don't you dare say Max killed her. He loved her! Damnit! And if I remember correctly he saved her life, and that's were everything went down hill from!"- Phillip starts arguing back. Looking at the two of them, they look like there going to fight.
"This doesn't change anything! Jeff, Max did not kill Liz, infact I am sure he did everything to keep her alive, and Phillip, you need to calm down. Everything did not happen like this because of Liz"- I quickly intercept knowing that the two would begin to fight otherwise. They both look at me, a little shocked, it seems like they forgot anyone else was in the room.
"Listen, I knew the truth longer than any of you. Your children... our children, they weren't idiots! They knew this might happen! Damnit, they all tried to protect each other from this. It was amazing how close they were. And right now, they would not want us all sitting here blaming one another! I miss Kyle too. Hell, I miss all of them. But arguing about whose fault it is, will not change anything!"- I finally burst.
Hearing the Crashdown door ring, I look over to see who would come now. Jesse. I can tell by his confused look he has no idea what has happened. Diane runs over to him and starts crying and she hugs him.
"Whats going on?'- Jesse asked, his eyes full of worry, but I know even if he is thinking what it could be, there is no way he has accepted it yet. "They're dead, all of them"- Diane finally chokes out.
Jesse's eyes filled with water, as he tried to compose himself he holds onto Diane. Looking around the room, seeing they're faces, I realize I have been here before. Been in this situation before. I have seen their children look the same, first after Max escaped and we were at Covina, then when Alex died, when Tess came back, and finally that day they left. It never clicked on me, but they knew, they knew they'd all die young. They knew when they left that they would not see home again. My god, why! They were the good guy damnit! They have always been the right side!
"What do we do now?"- It was the first word I heard from Amy all evening. The question sound so foreign to me. Even though they always seemed to find them selves asking that question. What happens now that the FBI knows who Max is? What happens now that Nasedo is dead? What happens now with the Skins? What happens now that Alex is dead? That Tess is Pregnant? That Max and Liz are in jail? That I am no longer sheriff? That Grant is possessed? That Maria and Liz left? That Tess is back with Zan? That Liz has powers? That they're going to die? That they're leaving? They knew that every choice they made had consequences. And now, here we are, the older generation, all of having lost someone, we have to learn what to do now that they are gone. Now what can we do?
"Can we have a funeral for them?"- She asks, seeing everyone somewhat dumbfounded by her question.
"They can't do us any more harm now, I think we can"- I manage to make out... I see a solemn nod of agreement from all of them. "Well write in the obituary that is was a car accident"-I finish, giving a perfectly reasonable explanation, that no one would ask questions on, and because all six of them could have easily died in one car accident.
The diner is silent. So silent. No life is left in here. No, all the life is going to be buried. Hidden away underground, and there secret will go with them to their graves.
This world is hopless. Without people like them, there is not point for hope or love. Its people like them that make this world bearable. Max with his undying love for Liz. Liz with her unfailing trust in them, that they were good. Isabel with her desire to make the world safer, and better for everyone. Maria, with her spunk and eternal optimism. Michael with his silent, and un seen acts, and his need to protect those he loved. And Kyle...my son, for his soul. His belief, that everyone is good. His talent.
These kids, they are what makes this world humane. And ironically, it was because they weren't human that they died.
Looking at Nancy, she doesn't seem much better. She's pale, and sickly looking. Liz was her life. They all were our lives. And looking at her I realize we all looked that way. Dead souls in living bodies. While our children have living souls in dead bodies. Ironic.
Damn this world for being so damn ironic! Because it kills!