Part 70
“I need a light for this,” Sean chuckled. “It is...so nice to see fear in your eyes, I have seen nothing better,” he turned his back. “I’m going to light some candles and....”
Sean never got to finish his sentence as Jeremy used the opportunity and attacked him from behind, trying to take the gun out of his hands.
At first Sean was surprised and the gun fell out of his hands, landing on the floor with a loud thud, but he quickly composed himself and began fighting back.
Liz saw her chance and she quickly slipped the ropes away and moved to where the gun lay on the floor. Unfortunately, at the same time, Sean hit Jeremy and they both moved to her side. A moment later, she was pushed roughly against the wall. She hit her head and it knocked her out completely.
When she opened her eyes again, sometime later, she saw Jeremy lying on the floor, not far from her and there was a pool of blood beneath him. His eyes were closed and it appeared he wasn’t breathing.
Liz’s hand fled to her mouth, muffling a sob.
Sean had killed Jeremy. And she was next.
Liz looked around the room and saw Sean sitting on the chair, holding his right thigh.
“That son of the bitch injured me,” he mumbled, noticing that Liz was consciousness again.
Liz gulped at the sight of the bloody knife in his hands. Her heart raced again, as he stood up and slowly walked to her side, still holding the knife.
“I won’t be good anymore,” he whispered hotly. “You had your chance; now you’re going to die as painfully as I can make it to you,” he promised her.
He knelt by her side and again traced the bloody knife against her soft cheek, leaving a trail of blood, obviously Jeremy’s, on her skin.
“It’s such a shame to cut that pretty face of yours. But...” Sean sighed and pulled her up again, “It’s something I have to do.”
This time he dragged her to the table and made her to lie down on it.
“Let’s begin, shall we?” he asked her with an evil grin and Liz didn’t know what to do. Cry? Beg? Scream? He was going to kill her anyway.
As the knife touched her cheek again, Liz knew… this time it was for real, he was going to cut her.
Then happened something that Liz wasn’t expecting. From out of nowhere a gunshot sounded and Liz held her breath. The door hadn’t been opened and no one had come in.
Sean moved the knife away and slowly turned around. Liz quickly sat up and looked at herself. No, she wasn’t shot. When she glanced to Sean again, she gasped.
He had turned completely and Liz could see his back, which was completely covered in blood. He was the one who had been shot.
She quickly hopped down from the table and hesitantly moved to one side, only to see Jeremy lying on the floor, but this time he had a gun in his hand. He was panting and his hands were trembling, but as Sean took a step towards him, Jeremy fired again...and… again… until Sean collapsed onto the floor. A moment later Jeremy went completely limp as well.
A second later, she heard the sirens.
She had been found.
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Liz looked out of the window, but she didn’t see anything. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t even notice the worried look on Max’s face. He was sitting by her side, in the back of the car, while Diane and Michael were in the front, driving them all back to the city.
Now that everything was over, the tears... were gone. She felt physically and emotionally tired, and she just wanted to sleep and forget everything that happened today. But unfortunately, Liz knew that this day was now imprinted on her memory.
She continued to look out in the dark, but her mind was somewhere else.
Sean was dead, but so was Jeremy. It hurt her deeply that she had somehow caused his premature death. He had come to her, only to confess everything about Roswell and Tess, and say that he was happily dating some girl...and now… he was dead, because of her.
Apparently he had followed her and Jake all the way and he was the one who had called the police before going into the cabin. She didn’t know the reasons why he had followed her. Perhaps he hadn’t been truthful about his feelings and, just like Max, wanted to make sure she was safe? Perhaps he was leaving and it happened that he was behind them and saw Sean throw the phone out? Perhaps he had recognized Sean as one of Philip’s men?
Who knew now? He was dead and that was something he took with himself.
Liz sighed, wrapped the blanket more tightly around her as she shivered and closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep.
Max had gone frantic when he saw the blood on her face. She had answered his and Diane’s questions about what had happened inside the cabin, but... she did it without emotion. Like she hadn’t been there at all.
What was going to happen now?
Now she wouldn’t just have nightmares about Philip; Sean’s ghost was most probably going to join her as well. Michael was obviously angry with Max and the situation just fuelled his emotions.
And what about her? Only this morning she had been dating someone, now he was a dead psycho; and a friend of hers, Jeremy, was dead as well. Her life certainly had some surprising turns.
She glanced at Max, but when she saw him staring right back at her, she turned away. He was obviously worried about her and Liz suspected he wasn’t going to leave her at all.
And the weird thing... it didn’t scare or irritate her.
Life was short and Liz couldn’t hold a grudge against Max and his family anymore. She wasn’t going to let her life and happiness slip out of her fingers again. Not again.
She wanted to have her happy ending with Max.
). I still have ideas what to do with this story, but...70 parts...I think that's enough, the worst what can happen now is the sequel. 
