Chapter 3 - Max-POV

"Liz!" I shouted.

It was really bad. I know that Alex said Liz's powers would show themselves as soon as Liz knew the truth, but that was hard for me. She was basically flying around the room and shooting sparks off everything. She was powerful. Extremely powerful. I felt sorry for Nasedo when he came. If he came. If this was just the start of Liz's powers, things were going to get messy.

"Max, how powerful is she?" Michael asked.

Then I remembered. Our silly contests over who was the most powerful. I used to let her believe that I was letting her win, but I knew that she was way more powerful then me.

"Maybe it's her anger. She's angry at Nasedo for killing her daughter, as well as her. So she feels like she needs power to do something about it." Isabel explained.

"It's not." I said. "She's always been this powerful. Yes, her anger may have quickened up the pace, but this is just the beginning. She'll get more powerful as the days go by."

Liz slowly started to come back to the ground and the power in her began to fade. Her body slowly rocked with her tears.

"Liz, honey. Shh. It's going to be okay." I said trying to comfort her.

"No it's not Max. I watched her die. I saw him raise his hand and fling her across the room. I saw the blood that came out of her tiny body. It's not going to be okay." She replied sobbing.

"I'm going to take Liz home. It's been a rough day for her. She needs time to process all of this information." I said to the others. "Come on, Liz. Let's get you home."

As I drove her home, I tried to comfort her while she cried uncontrollably. I understood why. To remember so much in such a small amount of time … I would have acted the same way.

I suppose that, in a way, Liz will always be stronger than me. When she shared those memories with me, I wanted so much to just go out there, find Nasedo, and kill him for what he had put her through. I wanted him to suffer.

"No. I know he hurt us, but we cannot kill a sentient being! We have had this conversation so many time, Zan. Every time someone threatens us, or even just me, your anger always gets the better of you. Remember the last time this happened!"

I looked at Liz, shocked. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't even realise that she had stopped crying. Or that I was speaking aloud.

Wait! She called me Zan! Why?

"Liz, honey. Why did you call me Zan?" I asked.

"Because, Max, every time you're angry, you turn into Zan."

"Liz, you've never seen me angry. I always control it, and when I'm around you, there's nothing there. I don't ever feel anger around you. I love you."

"I love you too, baby" She said.

Then suddenly I had an idea. Yes it was cheap, and very teenage-like, but it might help.

"So," I said. "How about we direct our anger somewhere else?"

"Oh, and how do we do that?" She asked.

"Easy. I have two words for you Liz Parker. My-" I was cut off by Liz's cell.

"Sorry!" She cried while scrambling to find it.

"Hello. Hi Mom. Yes I'm on my way back now. Why? But it's Kylie's turn tonight, why me? Fine. God, Mom, I'm sixteen. I can do what I like. For you're information … I was over at Isabel's. No, Mom. Isabel and I had a sleepover. If you don't believe me then phone her mom! Fine! Sure! Whatever!"

She slammed the phone down and I saw her eyes begin to twitch.

"Liz?"

"My mom wants me home now, so that I can start paying my penance for being out all night without telling them." She explained.

"And what if she does call my mom?" I asked.

"Oh, don't worry about that. Isabel planned it all out." She replied.

"How?"