Chapter Two - Amy

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I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

That's the thought train in my head right now as I try to wriggle out of the ropes tying me to the pole. I knew we were going to be killed. But by the Kabras? I didn't see that coming. And I hate it. I had the feeling Dan and I weren't going to make it, but that we were going to keep trying. Now we're going to be slaughtered by our own family. I thought the past was the past! Wasn't this over?

Ian wasn't expecting to see me though. I could see that written all over his face. Did he not expect to see me? You'd think that would mean that this is unintentional. That they didn't want to kill us. But who knows? I don't know why I ever thought they'd drop their mother's habits. They're going to kill us!

"Stop struggling, love." He mutters the words, but I don't stop struggling. The words just make me even madder. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stop."

I scowl. I want to spit, to ask if what's good for me is for me to be lying dead on the ground. But, I can't. So I struggle instead.

"Look, love. You've got two options here. You either stop struggling, and we save your life, or you don't stop struggling, and you wind up dead." That makes me hesitate. Save our lives? He senses me stiffen, and keeps his voice low. "Good. Now, in order to do this, you're going to have to remain gagged and bound. So, you'll have to cooperate as I untie and retie you so you're not attached to the pole. Natalie, do the same with Daniel."

Muffled protests - probably at the fact that Ian used Dan's full name - are heard, but Natalie follows along, and Dan - thankfully - complies. Retying us doesn't take long, sadly, and already I'm starting to get a bad feeling about this. Why did they have to retie us.

"Five minutes til ya throw 'em!" Comes a shout from somewhere else in the plane.

So they're still throwing us. Lovely. I immidietly shake that thought away. That's Ian's line, not mine.

"Grab those." Ian gestures with his head to two packs beside Natalie, and she's all to happy to comply, tossing one to him.

So, they're going to shove us and then parachute away. Great. As my life flashes before my eyes the Kabras will be watching and laughing. Just how I wanted to die. That's until I catch sight of the fact that the parachute packs are double. Two people are hooked up to each. Which means...

"Figured it out, have you? Yes, we're saving your lives and putting our necks on the chopping block. Don't take it lightly." Ian gets himself hooked up in his, then turns to me. "You'll be riding with me, and Daniel will be riding with Natalie."

Again, muffled protests from Dan. And, again, Ian takes no notice as he helps Natalie get a struggling Dan situated, and then gets me fixed. Right as he finished, the same person from before speaks up.

"Push 'em now!"

"Well, shall we, love?" He pulls the door open, directing the question at me. I don't bother responding since I can't, but I think my glare communicates that I hate the nickname. And, on that note, we jump, with Natalie coming in close behind.

It's weird, and I'm not even sure how it actually worked. I'm not sure if Ian actually knew how to make it work, or if it was luck, but I don't care. We're going to live. I think. At least, we're going to live for now.

When we land, I nearly fall over, and Ian steadies me...Only to quickly let go. He get's us untangled from the mess of the parachute - it went by so fast that I didn't even realize the cord was pulled - and proceeds to untie - and ungag - me.

"Stop calling me love!" Okay, so I'm not great at expressing gratitude that he saved my life. But the nickname 'love' is really annoying. I don't care how many times he uses it with other people, there is no calling me that. It's out of bounds.

"Is that really proper gratitude?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, I know you Americans don't have proper manners, but still. We just saved you and your brother's lives. The least you could do is say thank you."

"We didn't rea-" I cut myself off as Dan and Natalie land, and Dan shakes his head furiously as he loses his balance, proceeding to fall over.

Natalie gets herself out first, before turning to look at Dan. She doesn't get a chance to help him though, because I move over to untie him, rubbing my wrists, which are raw from the rope rubbing against them. I kneel down on the muddy ground while Ian makes a disgusted sound. Not that I really care. Because I don't.

As I finish untying Dan, I decide that maybe I was a little off about them killing us. Maybe they didn't know we were going to be the prisoners. That still doesn't change the fact that they're Kabras. Even if we were supposed to give all the branches, I don't trust them.

"So, uh, where are we?" That's the first thing out of Dan's mouth once the gag is off.

Ian looks frustrated, and is about to criticize Americans once again for their 'lack in manners,' but then he seems to realize the same thing Dan has. "Uh, well..."

"You don't know?!" Natalie demands, looking appalled.

"Well, I suppose the best we can do is look for a town then." I say, standing up and brushing myself off slightly. Another ruined outfit. I'm sure that's what the Kabras are thinking, considering I tend to ruin mine a lot around them.

"Right, love. Lead the way." Dan seems to get just as riled at him calling me that as I do. Maybe even more.

"Stop calling me that." I hiss, but I randomly pick a direction and walk in it, rubbing my wrists.

This is going to be so much fun.

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~ Dagger