I had that dream again. I can only see things in my mind now anyways, so maybe these are just memories that play back to me so I won’t go crazy in this eternal darkness. I’ve been blind since that day, and I have no powers so I cannot heal myself. I only hope Michael and Isabelle figure out where we are and come save me so I can see again, actually see Liz’s beautiful face again, Isabelle’s smile, Michael’s tossed hair, ANYTHING. Anyways, the dream was as clear as if it just happened. I was running to the Crashdown Café from home, a lump of fear in my stomach. I climbed the familiar ladder up to Liz’s patio. Only instead of being able to look into her room, I saw a cloud of smoke bellowing out of her window. I don’t know how I knew, when I was laying there in my bed, ready to fall asleep. But I knew, I just knew I had to get to Liz immediately, that something was horribly wrong. Fear for Liz fueled my legs to an incredible speed, and I got there within minutes, almost as fast as I would in my Jeep. Too bad Isabelle was out on a date using my Jeep, otherwise I’d have gotten there quicker...... So as soon as I saw that smoke I used my powers to suck the smoke out of the room giving me temporary vision of what was going on in the room, before it filled with smoke again. I saw Liz laying on her bed, not facing the window, not moving at all. I dove through the window, and grabbed her around the waist, gently carrying her over my shoulder out to the balcony and then back into her room to put out the fire. Then I went back to her, and checked her pulse, which was still strong. Good, except she was still out cold, even after I shook her gently and called her name. Something was wrong.... A sharp prick in my neck confirmed that suspicion, and I only had enough time to turn around and see a man in a suit smiling down at me, as my eyes got blurry and all I could see was darkness. This dream, or should I say it was my REALITY, has played through my mind at nights, for the past who knows how long. Its been at least three months, from what I can calculate, and that wasn’t the end to that one horrible night. This is what happened when I opened my eyes ..... Supposedly, this branch off of the Government called the ACB, Alien Control Bureau had learned of Pierce’s case with Max. They set a trap using Liz to get him to use his powers so they could get it on video and reopen a nationally recognized Department that Pierce had been in charge of before it was sealed because of Nasedo’s work. They got a little bit of my using my powers, but with all the smoke, the video didn’t pick up enough convincing evidence, even though they knew I had used some and really was an alien. So they brought me back, and I opened my eyes to a dully lit room with what looked like no doors or windows. They had enough information about me to know how to block my neuro-transmitters from using my powers on them. I woke up with a big headache, and to the sight of Liz, looking right at me with so much fear in her eyes. When I saw her, my eyes watered and different emotions rushed through me; fear for her, anger at these people, frustration for not being able to do anything, and love for Liz. They watched for a few seconds at our connection and then someone stepped in front of me, blocking my sight of her. I tried furiously to see what they were doing to her as they made scuffling sounds, but it seemed they did nothing but back her up against the far wall, most of their attention on me. I looked up at the man in front of me and snarled with anger. He just laughed, amused. “So, Max, since everyone here knows your alien, lets skip all the nonsense and get to the point about why you are here. We’d like to give you some of your powers back so you can show us them, and get it on tape for proof. If you’d be so kind,” the agent was almost giddish with delight at how he could make me aggravated. “What if I don’t want to help YOU,” Max muttered under his breath. “Oh trust me, you’ll want your powers back and you WILL use them, when we do this....” The Agent stepped aside to let the other two bring Liz up near Max, who was bound to a chair. With a quick thrust, the Agent on Liz's right stabbed a knife deeply into her stomach, letting it stay in there for a little bit to make me go crazy. I screamed and almost got loose on my own, but they went quickly to restrain me better as I saw Liz crumble to the floor, her eyes open wide in pain and horror as they never left my gaze. My whole heart and soul was crying out in pain for her. “Oh yeah Max, one more thing...” “Okay, okay, anything, just let me save her!” I cried out miserably. The Agent bent over holding a glowing prod that looked like a welding pen. As I saw it get closer to my eyes I realized what they were going to do.... they were gonna weld my eyelids shut! The burning pain on my eyelid made me scream out in pain. I could feel and smell my flesh burning, molding together to forever keep my eyelids closed. Liz must of had enough energy to open her eyes when she heard my scream, because I could hear her screams of horror at what they were doing to me. Liz was probably feeling my pain as I could feel her pain from the wound in her stomach, and that only made me feel worse. She had to feel so much pain and suffer because of what these people wanted from HIM, because he was an alien. “Now remember Max, when we release you, you’re gonna only have enough power to save her, so if you waste any of it trying to hurt us, or heal yourself, your poor Lizzy here will bleed to death.” He laughed with satidfaction which enraged me further, but I shook my head in understanding. It seemed like forever before I was free and flung myself down to Liz, feeling blindly for where her injury was. With tears stinging both our eyes, I whispered, “Oh god Liz, I’m so sorry,” and put my hand over her injury. I concentrated carefully, because I felt how weak they left me and I had only one shot to connect with her and save her. The images flew across my eyes, as I healed her. When I was finished, I collapsed my head onto her stomach, exhausted and crying, she hugged my head tightly to her and I heard her repeat, “Oh Max,” with sorrow dripping off each word. The agents watched in slight shock as they saw her wound close, then smiled, very pleased. The agents didn’t let them stay hugging too long, and restrained Max back to the chair, hands behind his back. They picked up a weak Liz by under her arms. And dragged her away, for all I know, because I couldn’t hear her sobs anymore. They stuck a needle in me that knocked me out, and dulled my pain. The last thing I managed to hear was the evil Agent saying, “Now get some rest, so we can start bright and early with the tests. I wanna know how everything works with you, Max.” Then, I drifted to a miserable blackness. * * * * * Thats how everything is now. Black, just pure darkness. Except for the memories of Liz’s face and all my friends. But it was hard to picture them as the days passed by, and that made me furious and even more miserable. It was Liz’s face that kept me sane for this long. Her face I would never forget, I vowed to myself. It was impossible. I put my hand against the thick glass wall seperating me and Liz in our cells, and I could feel the warmth of her hand on the other side, letting me know she was still there. Her love penetrated through the glass and into my heart, keeping me hopeful. Lately I have been talking to her through my thoughts. We were so connected, we could talk with our thoughts, away from the ears of those nasty agents. When Isabelle and Michael find us, I can’t wait to kill these people..... even though the thought of wanting to kill someone made me sick. That’s how outraged they made me. Liz let me know through her thoughts what they did to her, how she was afraid they’d soon get rid of her, since they were running out of use of her. This frightened me. She could sense my fear, as I could sense hers. But we stayed sane with those connections through our hands on the glass. Until a few days ago, when they took her away, and she never came back. I have cried myself to sleep the past two days, if you call it sleeping. I can barely tell what is sleep and what is just lying here, its all dark to me. An hour ago, I felt Liz’s feelings of loneliness, and this gave me a wave of relief that they hadn’t killed her, just moved her farther away from me. Guilt runs through my mind sharply. Liz wouldn’t have to go through this if it weren’t for me. It’s all my fault she is here, and if she dies, I won’t be able to live with myself ever. I may as well tell them to kill me after they kill her, whenever that is. Tears stung my eyes as I felt Liz respond to my feelings of guilt. She could still feel my emotions, too. ‘Oh Liz, my Liz.’ I thought. ‘It’s all my fault.’ |
| "SIGHT" By: Cybergrl_1 Rated: PG-13 Disclaimer: I own nothing, just creative ideas that I got from watching Roswell, which the genius Jason Katims gets credit for keeping my creativity alive. |