| posted on 26-Jan-2003 10:21:44 AM by AllAboutEyesS09 |
| Title: Revenge is a strong word, I’ll use it.
Summary: Max Evans was forced to pay the price of a crime he didn’t commit, and now he will have all those who made him to be what he was, pay. Rating: R NOTE: They are NOT aliens in this. Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me, I guess. It was something he would never understand. How so many people could accuse that of an innocent man, murder. He was locked in a cold small cell for a year, the trial went by quick, but the day’s until his execution went by even faster. The food was really bad, and he had to go to the bathroom in front of three police men. Only to make sure he didn’t try to commit suicide. He would have so many times. But he had to make everyone know, he was an innocent Man. He had committed no crime. He shouldn’t have been doing this time. His girlfriend, was only sixteen years old when she died. By what everyone thought to believe, her boyfriends hands. He would never harm her. Not even accidentally, he wouldn’t harm her in any way. She was beautiful, when she was alive. Curly blonde hair that would always bounce up and down, and shine when the sun hit it. Making her look like an angel. Her blue eyes, that were like the depths of the ocean deeper than any he had ever seen. And he loved her with all his heart. But instead this was how he was repaid. To die inside a prison, to be called a murderer for the rest of the days’ that everyone still may have remembered his name. The murderer of the love of his life. “ Max Evans.” the guard said as his dark face was blank, free of any emotion, at all, what so ever. Max lifted his head up to the guard, tears streaking his face. Today was the day. To face his death, that lasts forever. “ It’s time.” As he walked with the guards down the long skinny hall of the prison, the hall filled with a haunting cold eerie feeling. The walls gray and stone, plain, inviting death to its private room, where all executions were held, and all guiltiest were charged with what they had bestowed on all of their victims. But Max was not the guilty one, he was the innocent, he had no victims, no one was killed by his hands. But now he was paying a price that should never be paid by a eighteen year old kid. But he was. He felt so sorry for Tess’s sister, her father and her mother. They didn’t need to have to go through this. Her mother being in heaven, already holding her hand. But her father and sister were stuck here watching as she was buried and now.......... Max entered the room and looked up into the balcony where her family stood. They were here, to watch her murderer die. But he wasn’t here. With their luck he was standing right next to them. He looked up at Her sister. Tears brimmed her doe like eyes, as her dark, silky chocolate like hair, fell over her eyes. Her father gently rubbing her back as she wiped her eyes in her tissue, looking on in disgust. A look Max Evans thought he would never receive from his best friend Liz Parker. As they sat him down at the chair, placing his hands on each side, strapping them down, in case he tries to run, he kept looking at her, whispering over and over he was sorry as he cried and the tears fell even more. She looked away from him at the clock, probably to check how much longer, until she would have to until she watched her sister’s murderer die. Her best friend. Not anymore though. They brought the mask around his face and slowly kept it off asking for his final words. “ I loved Tess, I’m innocent.” He saw as Liz’s tears fell even harder, falling off of her chin, as she made a face with pure disgust, and hate. As the mask fell over his face, his final word was her name, that slipped from his lips in a whisper. “ Liz.” A few hours later the execution had taken place, and his body was sent to have an autopsy. Why? They knew exactly what happened to him, they were probably just getting a kick out of seeing a dead guys organs, exposed to them, especially a murderer’s. But they wouldn’t see this mans, he was still VERY much alive, or was he? TBC.....Feedback Please. Authors Note: This story is kind of based on The Crow, but not exactly. Max is alive. And he wants to prove to his loves sister that he is innocent, and he wants revenge. But something will happen between him and Liz, so this is very much not like the crow. Just wanted to inform you of that so.....hope you liked it. [ edited 1time(s), last at 26-Jan-2003 6:27:50 PM ] |
| posted on 26-Jan-2003 12:26:27 PM by AllAboutEyesS09 |
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| posted on 26-Jan-2003 6:14:29 PM by AllAboutEyesS09 |
| Title: Revenge is a strong word, I’ll use it.
Summary: Max Evans was forced to pay the price of a crime he didn’t commit, and now he will have all those who made him to be what he was, pay. Rating: R NOTE: They are NOT aliens in this. Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me, I guess. Part Two The Resurrection Feeling the air once again fill his lungs, he sat up with a start. Feeling the electrifying pain, that shot through his pain during the execution, feeling nothing after, but the need and want for revenge, lurking through the back of his bodies mind, that a few minutes ago lay lifeless on the steel table. A steel table which was so cold, he could not feel. The last images that he saw before death took over him, were of Tess, and her sister Liz, crying standing behind the large blinds in the balcony, looking on in disgust....still. They all were filled were filled with relief now that they had revenge on their loved ones killer, but they didn’t. Because he was still alive. And Max obviously wasn’t. He fell from the table feeling his body lurch forward, when remembering the pain he felt when sitting in his chair, the disgusting smell of the burning human flesh. The flesh that belonged to him. His body fell to the floor, as he heaved feeling the pain surging back once again. The breaking and frying of all things that were in his body, suddenly healed, all regenerating. But what a painful feeling it was. Knowing the pain that still lingered there. He knew getting fried was going to hurt like hell, but he had no idea it was going to hurt even after death. Bringing his hands to his face, feeling the flesh that once was there melted, distorted and still hot. Suddenly the flesh under his hands began to rejuvenate. And once again he could feel that flesh that he had when he was still alive. But there was something different on his face, something that didn’t belong, that didn’t feel right beneath his finger tips. He walked over to the large steel door, feeling more powerful and strong then ever. It was locked. Of course. HE slammed his hard body against it, making it fall to the ground, taken right off it’s strong hinges. Max stopped and stared. “ Whoa.” he whispered as he slightly smiled at this knew strength and power. And he knew just the way to use them. Taking notice to the mirror beside him, he slowly inched towards it, afraid of what he might find staring back at him. And he was. His eyes, were encircled in black and blues, looking as if he had black eyes, and a long dark line sliced through his forehead and to his brow, then started again at his cheek and stopped by the end of his chin. His lips were still in the same place, but two dark cuts sliced at their edges, extending to his ears. He looked at himself a gulped, he looked like a zombie, or a psychotic clown, on a killing rampage. And he would be on a killing rampage yes, but he was no clown. He felt the tears sting in his eyes, building up, but none fell even as he willed them to, they wouldn’t. Not only was he playing the role of a monster, he now looked like one to. His eyes were the same though. Brown with golden specs, his eyes. At least he still had that. .................................... He quickly ran from the room, making his way towards the prisons cells, making a run for it, he darted through the narrow paths, remembering all of these walls. The days before his murder, the day of his murder. Now he would get his revenge, on all of them....He smiled at the thought, expecting to feel the cuts on each side of his lips to sting in pain, but they didn’t. This was defiantly good... He brought his body hard against the steel door of the stairs to the roof, hearing as the prison mates cheering him on, slamming anything they could against their cells. His smile grew wider. Finally as he reached the roof, he could here the footsteps of the guards coming closer, he stood for a moment and watched as they raced up the stairs, shook his head, thinking “ What idiots.” And he made his way on to the roof, climbing the fence, his hand and legs tarring as he brought himself over the barbwire. Once he dropped to the ground he looked at his torn and shredded skin, miraculously heal before his eyes. He smiled once again, this was defiantly a good thing. Hearing the guns go off, he ran at a unbelievable speed towards the edge, and without thought jumped. Soon enough he would prove to Liz he was innocent, and he would complete his revenge, for Tess. TBC....................................Feedback Please. Authors Note: Liz is coming up in Part Three, so hold tight, and don’t worry, I will bring our star crossed lovers back together, even though Max kind of looks like a walking Zombie. And there is some murder in this story, so keep that in mind. Hope you all liked it. And thank you qt4167013, and roswellluver for your support. You’ll be getting a knew part soon. Thank you for reading.  |
| posted on 26-Jan-2003 8:14:24 PM by AllAboutEyesS09 |
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