A/N: Hey, second chapter is here! I've got some plans for Amy… don't worry, the ending will be happy! Or will it…
And again, I try to update every day.
Disclaimer: I don't own the 39 clues. (BTW, I'm not doing the fun disclaimers anymore because I feel like the story is getting too serious for that).
Hamilton's POV
We called Fiske and told him what happened, and he promised to come back as soon as possible. Instead of leaving tomorrow like we had originally planned, we all decided that it would be best if we stayed.
Right now we were all in our rooms. Ian had gone into the bathroom and hadn't come out yet, probably mourning Amy. I mean, he liked her for years, final got her, and now she's gone.
I didn't know what I would do if I lost Sinead. She was pretty broken up about what happened, almost as much as Dan.
I knew Amy for a while, and I know that she's been through some pretty rough times. I'm sure that she'll be able to pass through this one without dying… right?
Ian finally came out, but he was a hot mess. His hair was all messed up, and he didn't even try to fix it. That wasn't like him. His eyes were puffy from crying, and silent tears still streaked his olive cheeks. He sat down on his bed, silent.
I had no idea what to do next. Comfort him? Leave him alone? I was a Holt; I never faced stuff like this.
"So, uh… do you want to, um, talk or… something?" I shifted uncomfortably on the bed I was sitting on.
Ian opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, and then closed it again. After a few moment s of awkward silence, he finally spoke.
"I've never felt so torn up about something before. When Natalie was taken by the Vespers, we could at least see how she was doing in pictures. This is different." I nodded, knowing what he meant.
"Yeah. But Amy's been through some pretty difficult situations, so I'm sure that she'll get through this!" I tried to sound more enthusiastic than I really felt.
Ian just sadly nodded, pulling the covers over himself.
I closed my eyes too, silently pleading "Don't die, Amy. You don't know how big of a difference you make."
Dan's POV
"Ninjasdon'tcry Ninjasdon'tcry Ninjasdon'tcry" I had to think to myself over and over again, blinking back tears. I knew that Amy had broken down when I was lost in China, but I didn't know that I would have a similar experience.
Phoenix had already conked out; all of the stress must have been too hard on the poor little guy.
I was tracing her name over and over on my hand, asking myself questions. Is she thinking of me? Is she ok? Is she even alive?
The tears started coming again, so I tried to stop thinking of my sister.
But in this situation, that was impossible.
Ned's POV
I may not have known Amy as well as the other Cahills, but I did know that she made a huge difference to my sister's life. Amy was the one that helped her get back on her feet after she was depressed about the explosion that had harmed all three of us.
It took me this long to realize that Amy made a difference to my family.
I glanced over at my triplet, and it seemed that he was thinking the same thing.
Jonah was sketching something intently, so I decided to break the silence.
"Hey, watcha drawing?"
Jonah glanced up. "Nothing much, just this." His pop star talk was oddly gone.
He flipped over his sketch pad, showing a perfectly detailed picture of Amy.
"Woah." Ted sat up. "That looks so real!"
Jonah nodded, smiling. Then, as quick as it came, his smile faded.
"What's wrong?"
Jonah looked down. "I'm wondering if she'll ever be able to see it."
And then we were quiet again.
Sinead's POV
I sat criss- crossed on my bed, staring at a picture of Amy, smiling, with her arm around me. My tears blurred my vision, and I set the picture aside, wiping my eyes.
I heard a soft knock at my door, and I announced, "Come in," rather halfheartedly.
In crept Natalie, and behind her, the Holt twins.
"What are you guys doing in here," I sniffed.
"We thought that you may be lonely," Natalie whispered with a small smile. Madison and Reagan nodded.
I smiled, and gestured them to come sit down. Uneasily, they sank into Amy's bed.
For the rest of the night we talked, laughed, and completely got our minds off of what had happened earlier.
It wasn't until they had all fallen asleep that I remembered, and the guilt was sickening.
Evan's POV
Because I wasn't a completely terrible and awful person, I decided to show Amy some grace and give her a chance to redeem herself, before I would have to go into the unpleasant details of plan B.
I walked into her cell, where she was just sitting, obviously bored. She wasn't screaming or begging like I would've hoped, but at least she wasn't trying to find any ways to escape.
At the sound of the door creaking, Amy sharply turned her head to the right, a glimmer of hope in her jade eyes. When she saw that it was me, she sighed, and resumed to staring straight ahead.
"Amy, I would like to make you a deal." Her hands clenching into fists was the only sign that she had heard me. "If you would submit authority to the Vespers, or at least just to me, you can move out of this cell. You won't have to be fed so poorly. You will have a grand room, with fine clothing, and will feast every day. All you have to do is agree."
I was positive that she would. It was an amazing offer, overly generous, so she couldn't say no.
"I refuse to submit authority to you, Evan," she firmly replied. I scowled.
"If you don't take this offer the consequences-"
"I don't care about the consequences, Evan," Amy snapped. "I would never, not for all of the money in the world, submit to a low life creature like you!"
Without a second thought, I spun on my heel and exited, slamming the door.
Amy Cahill was going to pay, and her whole family was going down with her!
A/N: What is Evan's plan? Fine out in the next chapter! And now I sound like a cheesy comic book…
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