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Perspective: Liz
PLEASE NOTE: Possible spoilers for the movie Pearl Harbor are in this chapter, I will not be responsible so please do not complain.
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The paragraph in italic represents Liz's dream
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TWO WEEKS BEFORE ALEX'S PARTY
"Liz, sweetie will you take my order over to table 6?"
Maria was holding several plates precariously up her arms as she walked towards the kitchen.
"Yeah sure"
Liz strolled over to order window, and looked at the clock, it was 8.00pm, and only an hour until the Crashdown closed for the night. She grabbed the two plates that were waiting for her and shuffled towards the couple on the far side.
They were holding hands across the table staring into each others eyes, in deep conversation; Liz smiled, it reminded her of herself and Max. She proceeded to put their plates in front of them.
"That's one 'Alien Autopsy with Space Rings' and a 'Spaceship Salad'."
"Whatever" the boy didn't even look up at her and continued to talk to the brunette girl opposite him.
Liz walked off.
"So rude" she muttered under her breath
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"Liz? Liz? Wake up. LIZ!"
Liz felt herself being shaken violently by Maria, she looked around; she was sitting at one of the stools in the Crashdown, she felt embarrassed, how long had she been asleep?
She looked over at Maria, who was now balancing plates on her left arm, Liz rubbed her eyes, she felt exhausted, especially since her mom and dad were out of town for the week. She was responsible for locking up each night at 9.00pm and opening the following day at 7am. Thank God for the summer break coming up.
"Liz, sweetie will you take my order over to table six?"
The plates were balanced on both of her arms, Liz got a sense of déjà vu, she watched Maria lean against the swinging door and then disappear with her dishes into the kitchen, Liz shook her head and looked at the clock. 8.00pm. Strange.
She walked hastily over to the order window and grabbed the plates, one 'Alien Autopsy with Space Rings' and a 'Spaceship Salad' Liz blinked quickly, it was as though her dream was playing out in front of her very eyes.
Liz laughed, she was getting paranoid, and these were two of the most popular orders for goodness sake. She walked towards table six and looked up, the plates suddenly felt as heavy as lead and she nearly dropped them.
A couple sat, as they did in her dream with their hands entwined across the table, in deep conversation.
This really was bizarre. Liz regained her composure and walked towards the table.
"T-that's one 'Alien Autopsy with Space Rings' and a 'Spaceship S-salad'." She stuttered nervously. She stood back and waited for what was coming.
"Whatever" the boy mumbled and carried on talking.
Liz stumbled back, what the hell was happening here? She had witnessed this before. She had somehow seen what was going to happen. The future. Yes, she, Liz Parker had seen the future.
"Maria…MARIA!"
Liz ran into the kitchen, Maria was placing the dirty plates in the dishwasher.
"Eww" she muttered, her hand was covered 'Crater Sauce'.
"Maria, something weird just happened." Liz felt out of breath.
"Welcome to my world" Maria laughed, she ran her long fingers under the tap and wiped them on her apron, she looked up at Liz
"I swear I had some sort of… I-i-i don't know it was like, a… uh, vision. I saw it happening, before it happened."
Maria stared at Liz, trying to figure out whether she was serious or not, finally she put her hands on her hips and sighed.
"Liz, you are shattered so you think you are seeing these things."
She walked over to Liz and put her arm around her small frame and gave her shoulder a squeeze.
"I'll tell you what, I'll stay here with you tonight, and then I'll open up in the morning. Okay? You need some sleep girl."
Liz nodded; Maria kissed her head and walked out into the diner to finish the clearing up. She was probably right, Liz did need some sleep and she was more than likely just imagining things. Although, she couldn't help but feel slightly wary.
[FIVE DAY'S BEFORE ALEX'S PARTY
"There is no way we are going to watch Jaws. How about…Gone with the Wind?"
"Jaws is a classic Liz"
"Gone with the Wind is a classic too!"
"Fair point"
Liz laughed, and leaned her head back on Max's chest, he was standing behind her and had his arms wrapped around her waist.
"Let's compromise. Pearl Harbor…you've got a bit of action and romance!"
"Perfect!" Liz turned around and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"You're perfect!" he whispered in her ear.
Liz smiled; he always made her feel so special. They locked hands and went to pay for the movie.
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"B-but it's so sad!" tears flowed from Liz's eyes "I can't believe he died and then he –"
Liz turned to Max who was chuckling at her.
"Shut up" she laughed hitting him playfully on the shoulder "It's not funny"
"It's a little funny" Max said pushing his index finger towards his thumb; he had a big grin on his face.
Liz loved it when he smiled; he looked so cheerful and innocent. She leant forward and snuggled into his chest; Max stroked her hair and kissed her head.
She could hear his heart beating smoothly in his chest, which was rising and falling beneath her head. She started fingering one of the buttons on his black shirt, she felt so safe and relaxed in his arms.
Liz had eventually decided that her "premonition" the other week had never really happened and was due to stress and exhaustion, so Max needn't have known. Plus, she hadn't had the same experience since, she was just being stupid.
Max's breathing slowly became heavier and Liz sensed he was asleep; she closed her eyes and followed his breathing pattern. It was soothing. Eventually she nodded off…
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Liz stood in a white room filled with blue chairs, on the far right sat a smartly dressed black woman. She wore a long sleeved black t-shirt and long black trousers, her legs were crossed and she was flicking through a glossy magazine.
She wore bright red lipstick, Liz couldn't help but stare. She was entrancing.
She blinked.
Liz was now in a small room, on the wall were some children's drawings, underneath several of them 'I love my Daddy' was scribbled in blue crayon. In front of her was a huge desk covered in random objects. She was sitting in a large, hard backed green chair that dug into her thighs.
She blinked.
"Liz, as you know we ran a few tests"
Dr. Coulson? What was she doing at the doctors surgery?
"The results are not very good Liz."
Liz watched his lips. They moved up and down. Up and down. She only managed to hear several words.
"Cancer" "Chemotherapy" "Straight away"
His lips really were intoxicating. Stubble grew above his top one and she could tell he spoke with a lisp by the way his tongue curled over his teeth when he talked.
"Would you like to call someone. Your Parents? A friend?"
She blinked.
Max was crying and holding her in his arms, Liz felt tears trickle down her face.
"B-but how?" Max stammered "I-I don't u-understand."
She was numb; the only thing she felt was Max's strong arms holding her to his body as she collapsed into it. She, Liz Parker had cancer.
She blinked.
Max placed his hands on Liz's cheeks, his tear stained face looked intently into hers.
"I'm going to save you Liz. I have to save you!"
Max closed his eyes; Liz felt a tingling sensation run through her body, Max's hands were glowing either side of her face. She shut her eyes. It felt as though all of the negativity was being removed from her body. A weight was being lifted from her shoulders.
And then, it was gone. She could just feel it within herself. Liz opened her brown eyes widely; Max had saved her life, again. She looked into his eyes.
"Liz?"
His voice was small and quiet. Tears filled his eyes and he staggered backwards. Then he fell to the floor.
He was dead.
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Liz gasped and sat up; beads of sweat covered her face. She brushed her hair out of her face and looked at Max; he was still sleeping peacefully, unaware of the fear that was racing through her body.
She looked down to survey herself. Did she really have…?
She didn't have time to answer her question. Max shifted, his head lolled forwards and his eyes snapped open. Liz jumped back, he was looking straight into her eyes but his own were glazed over.
"Max?" she said uncertainly and leant forwards.
"Do not kill the King!"
W-what…Max?"
"Zan must not know the truth. Never know the truth. Zan must not die!"
And with that last comment, Max shut his eyes and slumped back into a deep sleep.
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