Tales from Beyond Roswell

Chapter 11

"Max!" Michael yelled as he scrambled to the couch. "Someone get Max, where's Max?"

"He's unconscious!" Liz yelled back from the front. "What's going on?"

"It's Maria! She's hurt I don't know how badly!" He huffed back while trying to lift the couch.

Soon Isabel and Liz were by his side and the three of them were able to lift and move the couch off of the unmoving girl. The sight wasn't pretty.

Maria had various cuts and scrapes all over her body, but the worst thing was a large wooden stake sticking out of her stomach. The wound was gushing blood and Maria was already getting paler. Michael didn't know how much time she had left.

He turned to tell the girls to get max but they were already on it. In seconds Isabel and Liz were taking turns slapping, yelling at, and shaking max but nothing seemed to be working.

"God what's wrong with him!" Liz shrieked as she put her fingers to his neck. "His pulse, his pulse its barely there!" yelling this time.

In all the chaos Kyle awoke. As he surveyed the scene he was horrified. Rushing to maria's side, not really knowing what to do, he couldn't do anything.

None of them could.