THIS IS A SEQUEL TO THE STORY "THE BROOKE". DO NOT READ THIS STORY FIRST.

Happy Friendship Day to all my lovely readers out there. Here is my gift for what you all have been devotedly waiting for. The sequel of The Brooke.

Note - There have been few minor changes in The Brooke. It is advised to re-read the story before you begin with this one. If you don't want to then I'll point out few major changes here. Pinnacle Games has been changed to Pinnacle Race, Gleaning center is Glean Center now and also Ana calls Christian C instead of D (since everyone was confused about that.)

Also, this chapter is longer than the one I uploaded last week as a sneak-peak in The Brooke. Happy reading xoxo

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of this story but the plot-line is completely mine.

PART - I

REUNITING

"I'm stuck in the dark but you're my flashlight.
You're getting me, getting me. through the night"

- Jessie J

1.

Anastasia

I sat peacefully in the bright sunlight.

Soaking its warmth deep into my pores.

There was a time once when I took this natural resource for granted.

But not anymore.

After remembering my imprisonment into a deadly place for five months long, every time I saw sun glowing was like a gift.

A gift so vibrant, so pure, it made me almost kneel down and bow to the kindful rays.

The light, the warmth, the heat. It was so pure. So peaceful.

You never know the importance of simple things in your life until they are taken away from you.

Something like that happened with me when I was sixteen, baited into the rattrap of Brooke Mountain High School.

Technically it wasn't me who was supposed to go there.

It was my friend Mia, who didn't want to leave her new place at Los Angeles. So she decided to give her scholarship to me.

Because both her parents were rich lawyers, she was able to draft fake documents that proved me as her. Mia Fields.

I was thrilled to have such an opportunity... only to enter my worst nightmare.

The Brooke and the Pinnacle Race took more than just the lives of my friends.

It took away my sanity. My memory. And my love.

A heavy pain erupted in my heart just thinking of him.

Christopher Grey.

But what pained me more was his betrayal.

We were supposed to be together. Live together, fight together, die together and win together.

But during the final level, he threw me from the mountain peek with nothing but a glass chamber I was trapped into.

Oh, and also with the agonizing feeling of hurt and betrayal.

By some miracle I survived, came back home but in a different time zone.

Where I never went to the Brooke at the first place. Where the Pinnacle Race didn't happen.

Where I never remembered meeting Christopher Grey or anyone belonging to Brooke Mountain High School.

Four years later, it was my attraction towards Christian Grey, that led to a complicated series of events and triggered all these buried memories.

Which included being hit on my head with a rod, almost dying, having a nasty concussion with an ugly scar, a huge part of my head shaved and a brief period of amnesia.

Oh did I forget to mention that Christian and Christopher are twin brothers?

Yeah, that makes this mess a whole lot more complicated.

Christian and his family believed his twin brother had run away four years ago. Though Christian did have his suspicions.

In fact according to Jose, he had been to BMHS too. Under the same duration as us.

But his memories have still not been triggered.

Was it a way for all our minds to deal with the trauma or something done to us by those evil bastards?

Surely if they can send us back into time, have Jack Hyde (the guy who hit me) disappear in thin air, they can do almost anything.

But right now none of these problems bothered me.

There were times when all the questions, the worries, the plans would make my head burst up.

But this moment was not one of those.

A pale hand landed on my shoulder.

I turned to see her face.

Sunlight falling on her, making her skin glow like an angel's. Her dark hair showing their golden shade under the blessed rays.

She came to sit next to me, closing her eyes and doing what I was doing ten seconds back.

Soaking the sunlight.

"It's beautiful here." She said in a hush, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful quiet.

I nodded my head in agreement. I wanted to close my eyes back and face the sun but somehow I knew these moments with her were precious.

I didn't want to lose my time with her.

So I kept looking at her.

Lucy.

My friend from the Brooke.

My ally from the Pinnacle Race.

Lucy turned her head towards me, protecting her eyes with her hands from the bright light to see me.

"Have you found him yet?"

She was talking about Christopher.

"No I haven't." My throat felt heavy when I said those words. The effort made me feel like I was sleeping.

Which was strange since I was wide awake.

Lucy didn't seem to notice the strangeness in my voice.

She shook her and smiled at me.

"You need to find him fast. Time is running Mia."

"It wasn't me who left him at first place. Why should I go for him back?"

"Because it's not just you. I know you Mia, you never intended to find him for yourself."

She was right.

The moment I woke up into the hospital bed, all I wanted was to bring Christian his brother back.

Somehow his grief for living without his twin shadowed all my agony.

If I had to play hundreds of Pinnacle Race just to get him his brother back and put a smile on his face, I'd do it without wasting another breath.

Since the last few months I had known Christian, there has been this fierce need in me.

To value him, cherish him, protect him and make him happy.

I didn't know what it was going on between us.

No, actually I did know.

But I also didn't want to act upon it.

How weird would it be going from one brother to another? That too twins?

God, I didn't want to be so shallow.

Not to mention how unfair would that be to Christopher, even though he was a big time asshole.
Even though he threw me brutally to my death.

Actually after that he did deserve it.

Why should I care for something as insignificant as his feelings after what he did to me?

But it wasn't just him.

It was Christian.

How confusing this all would be for him.

How could he not doubt that my attraction to him was only due to his similarities with his brother?

Hell even I doubted myself.

Given that I didn't remember anything about Christopher or the Brooke when Christian and I had first met.

But that didn't mean that it wasn't my sub consciousness trying to substitute Christian for Christopher.

Which made me disgusted with myself.

So I made the decision of whatever it was building up between me and Christian had to stop.

Not only for my sake but his too.

"I have to go. My time's up." Lucy's declaration brought me back from my musings.

I scowled. I didn't want her to leave.

I wanted her to be with me. Help me get through all this with her observing nature and her intelligent eyes.

I opened my mouth to protest.

It all happened so fast.

Someone came running behind her with an axe in his hand.

Before I could blink, the faceless person raised his arm high in the air and brought the axe down.

The axe landed straight across Lucy's head.

Turning her body headless.

He chopped her head off.

From the body.

One minute my friend stood smiling at me, next her head fell on my lap.

The blood gushed of the hollow throat.

Splattering on me.

I opened my mouth but I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe.

My limbs were shaking. Body trembling. Yet I couldn't bring to move myself an inch.

I refused to see what happened just now.

My mind couldn't process it.

The faceless blurry person stood in front of me, his feature turning sharper now.

Cody.

It was Cody.

One of the contestants from the Pinnacle Race. But unlike Lucy, he was no friend of mine.

He was the implant by the Brooke. Sent in the games to make sure none of us survived the last level.

He killed Lucy. And I had killed him.

But here he was, alive. Killing Lucy once again.

I failed to protect her once again.

Cody laughed, averting my attention back to him.

Only now I noticed his shattered appearance. Blood pouring out from the middle of this chest where the end of the sword came sticking out from his chest.

The sword from which I had killed him.

"You failed again Miss Fields. You will fail again and again."

"Shut up." I roared. "You're dead! You can't harm anyone."

"Yet I did." He jerked his head towards Lucy's lifeless body, making my own shake with fury and dread. "But come to think of it, why can't I harm anyone?"

He feigned to think for a moment. Before his eyes turned teary and angry as he looked down at the sword stuck in his chest.

"That's right, because you killed me! You're a killer Mia. A monster. You harm the ones you love. They all will die. The Brooke will kill them all."

"SHUT UP! I'm not a killer. I won't let anyone be killed."

"You are a killer. You are a monster. Your loved ones will die because of you."

"I'm not a killer! I'm not a monster."

"Anastasia.." Cody's voice suddenly turned gentler, softer.

But I wasn't paying attention to it. Not even to the fact that he called me Anastasia instead of Mia.

I launched at him, punching him across the jaw. In a flash he was down with me strangling him.

"Dammit Ana, stop it!" Cody exclaimed. His face back to being blurred. "You gonna hurt yourself."

I punched him again. This time at his mouth. "Shut up you bastard. Just shut up! I'm not a killer. And the only person I hurt will be you."

The next instant he rolled us so that he was suddenly on top of me.

I bucked and thrashed underneath him. Turning all feral.

His hands captured the either sides of my face. I threw my head at him, my skull colliding with his nose.

"Uggghhhh! Ana!" He groaned in pain.

Cody's face once again sharpened, the blur lifting up. His smile downright evil and scary. "What a monster are you. Such a beautiful killer."

"I'm not a killer! I'm not a monster. I don't kill. I'm not a killer!"

I continued shouting and throwing frantic punches at him.

His face continued to flicker in and out of focus.

And then everything came to an abrupt halt as he brought his lips down to mine and kissed me.

My eyes flew open in shock and I was no longer in the sunlight, lying on the grass with Cody strangling me.

Instead I was in a dark room, lying on a soft bed with Christian on top of me. Kissing me.

Though it was just a peck. His lips brushed against mine but he made no further move.

For a moment, my body detached itself from my mind.

My lips parted giving him the entry and my tongue connected with his like they were two long lost lovers.

A wild moan left Christian's throat as he lost himself in the kiss, consuming and drowning me along with him.

I was just as lost, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

My arms wounded around his neck, brining him closes, trapping his mouth on mine.

Christian's arm gave away beneath him. His weight dropping upon me, pressing himself against me.

I felt him against me. Everywhere.

We moaned simultaneously as our bodies fit against each other.

Reuniting like a horizon. Perfectly, seamlessly and beautifully.

He slowly rocked against me and my hips bucked back at him in response. Our kissing turning deeper.

He tasted ripe, juicy and metallic. Like a combination of watermelons and blood.

Wait.. blood?

I pushed at his chest, panicked, and looked at him.

First thing I noticed was the cloud sky in his eyes. The grey overshadowing the blue.

I've been with him long enough to know it happens when he is worried or concerned or troubled.

I always claimed his eyes as my personal sky, giving a clear window to whatever he was feeling inside.

Next I noticed was his flawless face. His high cheekbones, his dark chocolate brown hair and square jaw line.

My inspection stilled as my eyes reached his lips and nose.

Blood was pouring down from his nose towards his lips, a bruise was forming at the right side of his jaw.

Without thinking my fingers feathered at the bruise as I tried to control the panic forming within me from.

"C.. what happened?"

Christian's arms caged me, brining my head closer to his chest as he got up from lying on me to sitting on my bed, brining me along with him, into his lap.

"Shh... it's okay. You're safe." He murmured while rocking me on his lap back and forth.

Only then I realized I had been dreaming. Lucy, the meadow, Cody it was all a dream. Or more accurately, a nightmare.

I separated myself from him, my body seemed to be reluctant at that, and looked at him again.

"Did I do that?" I asked horrified, pointing at his bleeding nose and bruised jaw.

Christian merely chuckled like it was no deal. "I have to admit, you certainly don't punch like a girl."

I stared at him with my eyes wide and mouth open, wondering how could he find this amusing.

"I attacked you Christian." I couldn't say it louder than a hush.

"That's better than you attacking yourself." He said with a snicker.

I frowned at him.

"What the hell are you finding so funny here? Aren't you getting it? I bloody attacked you! You're bleeding."

He attempted to be serious but failed at it.

"You didn't attack me. You were dreaming. What I find funny is that you punch better than half the boys on campus."

Shaking my head, I stood.

"And why the hell did you kiss me?"

"I had to wake you before you could hurt yourself."

"You could've slapped me awake." I pointed out.

"Now why would I do that when I could kiss you awake instead?"

My nose scrunched. "You're an asshole Christian."

He shrugged and stood as well. "I have been called worse. At least I'm not a hypocrite."

My jaw dropped down. "Are you calling me a hypocrite?"

"Come on Ana, it's not like you didn't enjoy that... whatever that was."

My cheeks burned at the mention of that. I did enjoy it. In fact I more than enjoyed it. But..

"Come on I was sleeping, I was like.. in a dreamy state." More like a nightmare but he didn't need to know that.

Specially if he was going to be the asshole.

Christian rolled his eyes at me. "Oh right. That makes the perfect excuse. Anyway who you thought you were kissing in you dreamy state? Christopher?"

I flinched visibly as if I'd been slapped. All this time, Christian had never once done anything to hurt me.

Yet his words couldn't possibly hurt more.

My worst fears were confirmed.

He thought I kissed him because he reminded me of Christopher when in reality it couldn't be any further from truth.

"I'm sorry." My voice cracked. I didn't know what I was apologizing for.

But I did know there was nothing else left to say for me.

Christian immediately stilled. Regret seeped through his anger. "Ana I didn't mean-"

"No its fine." I cut him off. Clearing my throat as a cover while I pushed back the tears, I continued.

"I get it Christian. It's really fine. I-I deserved that."

Before I knew it, I was being engulfed in his arms. He brought me tightly into him, as if he wanted to draw me inside him.

"I'm sorry Ana. I didn't mean that. It was a wrong thing to say, okay? I don't know why I said it."

I knew. Because it was the truth. He thought I kissed him thinking it was Christopher.

Even Christian thought so shallow of me.

"Quit thinking so loud Ana. I really didn't mean it. You shouldn't even pay attention to half the shit that comes from my mouth."

He dropped a kiss at my forehead. Desperately trying to rely that we were okay.

But the truth was we were far from okay. Our friendship was just hanging by threads.

There were so many secrets, so much damage within in each of us that it had created a wall so palpable between us, it was suffocating our bond.

I freed myself from his grip and went to the bathroom.

"Ana.." C called after me.

"Sit on the bed. I'm coming right back."

I wet a cloth and returned to find Christian sitting on his bed obediently.

Pressing the cloth gently under his nose I cleaned the blood.

"Is it still bleeding?" I enquired.

"Nah. I don't think so."

"We need to get you checked. You also need ice for the bruise."

"It's fine. Nothing is broken Ana, so chill."

How could I chill knowing I have caused this? What if I had hurt him more seriously?

Each night it was getting messier. No one was safe around me.

Cody's words from the dream replayed in my mind.

You harm the ones you love.

My eyes stung, my barrier broke and tears came rolling down.

I averted my eyes down before Christian could see me crying pathetically.

Needless to say it was a wasted effort.

He did see and he sobered instantly. "Ana, look at me."

I didn't.

"Goddamn Ana, look at me." He didn't wait for me to obey, he captured my chin in his thumb and forefinger, drawing my eyes to his.

"I'm sorry babe. I really am sorry. I shouldn't have said that." He sounded pained. It hurt me that I was the reason behind it.

I shook my head. "It's not that C."

"Then what is it?" He asked, wiping my tears.

"Just look at me. I'm a mess."

He sighed. Then tugged at me until I was situated on his lap.

"Listen to me Ana." He cupped my cheeks in his huge hands.

"You are not a mess. What you went through? You're handling it so strongly. I'm amazed. Every time I look at you, I wonder 'How the hell is this chick not pulling her hair out of her skull?'"

I snorted. "Sometimes I think of doing that."

"Don't worry, I won't let you. Your hair are too pretty to be pulled out." On the cue, he brushed my hair away from my cheeks.

"I got you Ana, you're safe with me." His fingers caressed my skin.

As much as I wanted to lean in them I couldn't.

"C, you need to find another room. You aren't safe with me."

"No. I can't leave you here. Not like this. You can hurt yourself."

"But I hurt you."

"That's better than hurting yourself. You want a punching bag? I'm totally up for it."

"I'm not. What if I really harm you next time? We both know my dreams are not stopping anytime soon."

He bent down and whispered conspicuously "I could always kiss you awake my Sleeping Beauty."

I scowled at him. He winked in return.

"Or maybe we could find a way to stop my night terrors." I threw at him.

"How's that?"

"By going back to the Brooke."

"And what are you going to do there?" He played along.

"Oh I don't know, maybe save kids like Rachel's brother? Or how about saving your brother?"

The walls in his eyes crumbled at the mention of Christopher before going up back.

"No Anastasia. Not yet."

I stood up, frustrated. "Then when Christian? You have been procrastinating it since my Welcome Home party."

When he failed to reply, I continued.

"First you said after thanksgiving, then new years, then spring break, now we sanding at the start of the summer."

"Come on Ana, it's not like you can just leave everything and go after them. What you plan on doing anyway, huh? Just showing up there, demanding to rep was everyone and they would?"

"No. But we have to do something. We can't just sit silently doing nothing. We have to start from somewhere."

Why couldn't he get it? Maybe he still didn't believe us. Maybe he still wanted to think we were all playing him and hide under his blankie.

But Christian needed to come out and face the reality. Wear his big boy boxers and be ready.

"Aren't you a least bit concerned about you brother? He is alive out there, god knows in what condition. I can bring him back to you, you parents. Think of them, how-"

"I'm thinking of them Ana. You don't get it. You think Christopher is out there in a five star hotel? From what you and Jose have told me I'd be stupid not to wish he was better dead than alive. You think I want my family to know that?"

I got him. He was concerned, he was right to think like that. Be scared do Christopher, but how could he give up so easily?

Maybe he didn't want to do anything with all of this. I'd completely understand it.

Though I never thought Christian Grey would give up on something.

I couldn't decide to be that way. Just sit back and wash my hands from this mess.

I was involved in it too much. I remembered too much to let it all go.

So I would go back. If not to rescue Christopher, if not to save hundreds of kids, then at least for the sake of revenge.

They do not get to sit there in their fucking palace after what they did to me. After how they slaughtered my friends right in front of me.

I had made promise to Beth. Lucy had to have some justice. Christopher had to be saved.

My eyes hardened with determination as I faced Christian. "Tomorrow is my last final. As soon as I finish my test, I'm packing my bags."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I am going to end this. I'm going to end The Brooke. With you or without you."

Christian remained silent for an endless moment before he simply nodded. Contemplating what I had just said.

"Then don't let me be in your way."

With that, he did something I never, not in a million year thought he would do.

He walked away from me.

The door to my dorm room shut, making me shake.

Not from the loud noise of banging but the hurt that came with it.

It reminded me too much of the time when Christopher had walked away from me in the Pinnacle Race.

Right before he had thrown me.

Seems like the asshole brother had much more common to them than being an asshole.

Things like walking away and breaking my heart.

So how do you like the way things started here? What's your take about Ana, Christian, and Christopher's lives? Any suggestions? Ideas? Thoughts?

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Cheers for The Brooke Trilogy XD

Love ya all,

Kaishi Springs