He who is the Hero
Hey guys if you are wondering this is the sequel to "Born to Die". I would strongly recommend that you go read that before you read this otherwise you will miss out on a lot and be confused. Thanks to everyone who reviewed especially NJ7009 who reviewed every chapter and that meant a lot to me to have someone reading every chapter and making an effort to review UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE WHO JUST ADD STORY TO FAVOURITES AND FOLLOW STORY AND DON'T BOTHER LEAVING A REVIEW WHICH REALLY ANNOYS ME! Okay I am finished ranting for now. So please don't make me get angry again on the next chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own House of Anubis.
Jerome's P.O.V.
Jerome caught Amber as she quickly plummeted to the ground. She had been shot. He turned around with Amber still hanging in his arms, to see the one and only Rufus Zeno standing there with a gun in his hand. "But… but you said I had until Friday" I stammered. "I heard about your suicide attempts," Rufus smirked. "I don't kiss and tell Jerome I thought you would have known that! So I said if you were going to have to suffer, how about everyone you love does too" he said. I stood there confused. "I quite like the idea of it." "You horrid old man you'll never get away with this" I yelled. "Oh but I have, Jerome. Everyone in your house will be captured and locked away. Well except you and Amber of course. For now anyway. You have 6 chances, 1 for each person in this house to successfully save them. But if you don't I will kill each before your very eyes. Simple isn't it. What fool couldn't do it? Oh, and Jerome, make sure you have scrubbed up on information of your housemates and their hobbies because it might just come in handy." With that he put his gun in his pocket and walked away.
I forgot about poor Amber, so I thought about calling Nina and Fabian, but it was 3:30 a.m. and they probably weren't taking any calls. I thought about calling Trudy. Rufus had said nothing about here being gone. I dialled her number on Amber's phone because I had left mine back at the house. It was the longest 10 seconds ever. "Amber love, what is wrong you are only down the hall why don't you come to me instead of ringing me" Trudy asked sleepily. "Trudy.. oh thank God," I replied. "Jerome.. is that you love?" she interrupted. "Yes looks Trudes long story short, Amber's been shot," I yelled down the phone. "What! Where is she, how is she, who did it, when did it happen" Trudy panicked. "We're in the park near the bridge, she has lost a lot of blood and I don't know if she will survive!" I sobbed down the phone. "Okay love, have you called an ambulance?" "Oh God, no I haven't! How did I forget!" "It's alright when we panic we tend to forget things. Go send for an ambulance and I will meet you at the hospital with the rest of the house in about half an hour." "Okay see you then Trudy," I said. I rang an ambulance and they were going to be there in 10 minutes. I propped Amber up against a wall and sat down beside her. She looked cold so I threw my coat around her and held her close putting pressure on the wound. She was half-conscious and mumbling. I hugged her tight and I wasn't letting go for anything. Well except for the ambulance. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I held her close and thought what happened if I had gotten shot. Would she have called Trudy first like I did? Would she remember to call the ambulance first unlike me? What would Rufus have said? Would she have put the whole house in danger? Just like I did? Things like that ran threw my head.
The drive to the hospital with Amber was a long one. She was in a bad state but stable which was good. I met Trudy at the hospital reception desk. Alfie, Mick, Fabian, Nina, Mara and Patricia were with her. No SIGN OF Victor though. Surely Trudy had told him. But then again Victor really never liked Amber or me. All night I stayed close to Amber's side not leaving it even for a bathroom break or food or water. Morning came and the police needed me for questioning since I had been there and I was awake. So basically I was Amber's mouth.
I am still getting over the fact that Amber agreed to be my girlfriend. I mean me! Of all the people she could have had! She chooses me. I guess there is some sort of innocence she sees in me. I just don't know, it makes me wonder though.
5 hours later and Amber woke up. "A…. Amber oh thank God you're still alive, I didn't think you would make it!" I cried. "What can I say Jerome, I'm a little trooper like you always said," she croaked. Time passed us by and we made small talk. And finally I plucked up the courage to tell her something about my past that could possible in a bad way be her future.
Amber's P.O.V.
"Amber, my parents have me in boarding school since I was 5 and they have left me here to rot," mumbled Jerome. I was blown away by what Jerome had told me. "I…I…I don't know what to say Jerome, I am so sorry," I whispered. "It is fine Amber what happened, happened and we can't change what has happened, and the past is the past and we can't change that unfortunately," he choked. "Jerome if you need to cry, then go ahead and cry I am not going to do or say anything to hurt you and I won't judge you," I said sitting up. I stretched out my hands and he bent down to hug me. "You know Jerome I know a lot about you, more than you think I do," I said smiling. "Okay then Amber tell me" he replied. "You love apples or anything at all to do with apples. You chew loads of gum. You love pranking and giving Alfie the blame for the trouble you caused and that he went along with. Your favourite colour is red. Your eyes are the most gorgeous shade of blue I have ever seen….." I said staring deeply into his eyes. "They are?" he questioned. "Yes absolutely gorgeous" I said a smile spread across our faces. He pulled me in for a kiss.
But little did we know our friends who had only been watching us literally seconds ago, had been taken and not to be seen for well….. who knows how long.
That's it for now guys! Hope you enjoyed it and please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE send in a review of shape make or form even if you hated it, loved it whatever or constructive critism! Until next time!
