Author's Note: Yay! New story! I'm still working on 'Rubberband Wars', so I'll probably alternate updating the two. This chapter is quite short, but the following ones will be longer. This is the beginning, kind of an introduction. Please enjoy, and don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Twilight' or anything thereof. That is Stephenie Meyer's turf.

Bella's POV

"Emmett!" I yelled over the sound of the chopper. He was on one side of the door looking out, and I was bracing myself on the other side. I was sickened at the thought of what Edward's reaction would be if he knew my position right now. My stomach turned again and I removed a hand from the frame of the open hatch to clench it. "I'm really, really not sure about this!"

Emmett thought that Edward didn't let me have enough fun, so he carefully planned around when Edward would go hunting and grabbed me while I was sitting on their couch alone, awaiting his return. He had put his massive hand around my mouth- Really my entire face- so I wouldn't make any noise, and then threw me in the passenger's side of my truck. I assumed he took it so it would look less suspicious. I threw a fit the whole way, but he just laughed.

"Stop saying that, Bella, or you'll talk yourself out of it!" Emmett yelled back.

"I've already talked myself out of it, Emmett. I didn't want to do this from the beginning! It's you I'm trying to convince to let me go!"

"Just chill, Bells! You have got to learn to grab life by the horns!" I rolled my eyes at him and looked down again. I felt bile rise in my throat.

"You're not going to die, Bella! I promise I won't let you." Emmett said, trying to comfort me. I drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly and he took that as my permission to proceed.

"Follow my lead!"

"Oh God." I muttered. I thought about letting him jump out and then just telling the pilot to turn around. He started to countdown from three.

"Tres! Dos!"

"Wait- why are you counting in Spanish?" I asked, bewildered. I never understood anything he did.

"Would you rather French? Scandinavian? Finnish?" He asked, completely serious.

"Never mind. Continue." I gave up.

"Tres! Dos! Uno!" He yelled, and jumped. On his way out, he grabbed my hand and the jerk made my arm feel like it was dislocated. I yelped.

"You okay?" He yelled out. I was underneath his body, his arms wrapped around my stomach. The only way I agreed to get out of the car was under the condition that at some point during the fall he had control over me so I didn't end up killing myself. I was way too accident prone to skydive alone.

"I think so!" I yelled back. Our descent toward the ground was accelerating every second, and my heartbeat spiked. Emmett pulled the ripcord and immediately we were jerked upward, then began floating down. I was so anxious and terrified and exuberant all at once that I was giddy. I started to laugh hysterically and I knew that Emmett probably thought I was cracking up.

"Er… Bella?" He asked, a little confused. I just laughed.

"I'm sorry." I said in between giggles, calming down. "I'm just so relieved that we're not dead." As soon as I uttered the words, I felt a tug and I was released from Emmett's grip. As I was tumbling to the ground I made a few realizations at once. One, our chute snagged on a tree, and it scared Emmett because he was distracted with my laughing and he let me go. Two, I was tumbling toward what was most likely my death, which would lead to the result of number three; I would not see Edward again. As I thrashed through the air, I focused only on his face.
"BELLA!" I heard Emmett call, and his voice was getting closer. Before I knew what was happening, I was again enveloped in his rock hard body, hitting the ground. My head slammed against a rock, and right before I blacked out, I heard a loud, familiar growl, and I knew immediately it was Edward racing toward me.

"Oh God. We're too late." Alice's little voice faded as I drifted off.