Ok.
First, happy Thanksgiving to everyone! I'm so happy I get days off from school; it allows me to write super long chapters.
Second, I want to thank fanclubofme for all the awesome review. *clap, clap*
Third. . .. sorry. that's it.
Maybe this is wishful thinking I'd go back in time and change it but I can't
Probably mindless dreaming
If we loved again I swear I'd love you right
So if the chain is on your door, I understand
Back to December, Taylor Swift
Amy dreamt of Ian that night. She was lying on her bed, thinking of how he was sleeping in the room next to hers, she wanted to hear his breathing ― but couldn't. She wanted a lot of things, and at the very top of the list was Ian, along with Grace and her parents. It's weird how her list contains only people, lost people, dead people, lying backstabbing cousin people. Amy didn't think Santa could give her all those things, even if she was a really good girl this year. Strike that ― thinking of all the lying she had done, the backstabbing, and stealing, she would be lucky to get a lump of coal in her stocking.
In Amy's dream, they were back in Korea searching for the clue in the cave. She could still feel the buzzing on her lips, the slight tingle and pressure that had been on it. They continued to walk farther and farther into the cave until the found the triangular mirror. In a short time, Dan had come up with the next clue, Lake Tash, and Ian and Natalie had already celebrated about all the gold they had found. Now she could remember how her face had touch Ian's as he hugged her. Not a feeling she wanted to remember. The dream skipped ahead. Ian and Natalie were at the cave entrance, and Amy finally realized that everything Ian had said and done was a lie, but instead of leaving the cave with Natalie, Ian had boldly stepped next to Amy and told his sister he wasn't leaving without her. Amy smiled in her sleep that night, and if she listened hard, she could hear Ian's soft breathing through the thin walls.
"How'd ya sleep kiddo? Any bad dreams, bug bites?" Nellie said joyfully, pouring a cup of hot chocolate in her mug. Amy knew that Nellie couldn't live without hot chocolate, and that if the world would end in twenty minutes, Nellie would be stuffing herself with hot chocolate. Nellie dumped a bag of marshmallows into the cup, and it overflowed and spilled out onto the table. Dan picked a few up and stuck it into his mouth.
"It needs more chocolate, and some gram crackers to go with this." He said making that face like he was trying to analyze the marshmallows and the results were coming out all wrong. He ran to the cabinet and pulled out some Hershey chocolate bars and a pack of gram crackers. Amy watched as her brother placed all of the ingredients onto a plate, marshmallows on top, then the chocolate, then the cracker, and stuffed it into the microwave.
She didn't want to have to admit to Nellie that she was dreaming of Ian.
"Ok, I guess." Amy picked at her eggs and tried to swallow a few. They tasted like cardboard and black pepper, but she wasn't going to admit that. It felt like she was hiding so much from them, and that one day she might explode, the truths coming out so fast you can't stop them and then bam! Amy didn't want to think of what the bam part would be like. An explosion? Hateful words?
Ian walked into the room, wearing silk pajamas and his hair was already combed. It was like the God of the Gods had comedown from heaven, Ian being the God and the decent from heaven the stairs. Amy felt the blood rise to her cheeks and tried to stop the oncoming blush. Go away, disappear. She felt like she didn't belong in this room with Ian. Ian was a very hot somebody. Dan was a s'more loving somebody. Nellie was an important Madrigal somebody. Amy was a reading lover, crowd fearing, history speech lecturing somebody. Not very impressive.
"I have a plan guy, and I need your help." Ian announced.
"Hey Ian, want some of my s'mores?" Dan said it like a little kid would ask an adult for something they weren't supposed to have. Innocent, cute, I can't do anything wrong smile. "I made it; it's fresh from the microwave!"
"You made it using the microwave? You know I heard that if you use the microwave to often, your going to get cancer." Ian replied. He looked at the fruit on the table. "I think I'll cut myself some fruit, I haven't been eating so healthy for the past days. Your house is filled with junk food, and I think I know who to thank, and airport food. All they had was McDonalds, this Five Guys Burgers, and a whole lot of fast food stuff can you believe it! When I get back into contact with my dad, I'm going to ask him to loan the airports some money to buy healthier food." Ian took a pear and started to cut it, and then he moved onto an apple and diced that up. So much for make the house perfect cause Ian is coming. Another thing Amy failed at.
"Oh, well I'm sorry our house isn't perfect for you Mr. I'm so Perfect, look at me! I have a British accent!" Dan mocked.
"Well, maybe some of us really care about how we look like!"
"Yeah, I'm sure you do. Do you put some random cream on your butt to get rid of pimples, cause it really stinks!"
"Your face stinks!"
"At least it's prettier than yours!"
"I'm going to sue you!"
"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you win this case, you're the one that started it with the cancer cause of the microwave!" Dan yelled, stuffing his mouth with s'mores. "I don't care if I get cancer, as long as I can still eat s'mores! What a sucky life you have, always having to be perfectly pretty! Haven't you ever just enjoyed yourselves? Eat a tub of ice cream and play video games? But no ― while normal boys are doing that, you're putting stuff on your face to make yourself beautiful!"
"You know what Dan? I'm not going to include you in my plan after all. Come on Amy, lets go."
Amy stood up and began to follow Ian. Alone time with Ian? Yeah! But then the thought that she was betraying her brother popped into her mind, was she?
"Where are you going Amy? You're siding with him?" Yup. Ultimate betrayal. "The pretty faced boy? The Cobra?" He literally hissed that last word, spit flying everywhere. Ian or Dan? Dan or Ian? Which one? Amy tried to calculate the options.
"I'm just going to see what his plan is Dan." She left the room, not wanting to hear Dan's screaming and she didn't want that little voice coming back saying she was making a big mistake.
Ian unrolled a map of some building ― it looked like the layout of an abandoned warehouse ― and he began pointing at places.
"Here's to door, where Nellie will stand guard in case there are people, here is a map of the ventilation pipes, here's the grand meeting room, every base has one. Here is the ―"
"Ian. What is this?" Amy asked. Ian pointed to the top of the map, where a huge title engulfed the top. She was surprised she didn't notice it before. Maybe she was to busy trying to study Ian's face. Fail again. Add that to the list of failures. Amy read the paper and felt a shiver run up her spine.
"You want us to penetrate a Vesper stronghold?"
Darkness. Black light filled Amy's eyes, causing her to squint, looking for any source of light. Out side the wind was blowing from east to west, but there was no wind in here. It was empty. Abandoned. Alone. Well, at least she wasn't, Ian's body was moving beside hers, and Nellie was at the door in case anyone was coming.
She wanted to see the light ― was that too much to ask? Probably with her luck. Ian's footsteps next to hers hardly made a sound, while hers, well; hers sounded like she was running through a forest with twigs and dried up leaves, instead of a tiled hallway. They were running in a cool hallway, with doors on each side that probably lead to more hallways. It was deserted except for a few mice that loved to run by, but other than that empty. Except for her and Ian. And a few mice. And Nellie at the door.
"This way," Ian had literally memorized the map, greatly annoying Amy, that was Dan's job. It was supposed to be her and Dan. Dan and her. But no. Ian was here in his place cause Ian had made Dan stay at home cause he had insulted him. But then again, Ian and Amy, Amy and Ian. She smiled at the thought. "Left, no that's your right Amy, left." Amy turned left.
"You don't have to be so mean about it."
"Shh. Someone might be here, we don't want them to hear us. I've heard that Vespers were very dangerous." Ian said matter of factly. So instead, Amy listened to the sound of their footsteps on the tile, because that was all she could do, listen, and think, but people have said she thought to much, always questioning the flow of the river. Just go with the flow, they had said. Just go with the flow. Amy mocked in her head.
"Right," Ian whispered. Amy turned to the right. "Left. You see that door up ahead, that's supposedly where they held all their meetings." Ian pointed to a door way up ahead.
"So why is no one here?"
"I don't know. I expected to run into a few people, maybe guards that are holding Natalie hostage, but no one. I don't understand at all." Ian looked worried, his brows scrunched together like there was so much going on in his mind. There probably was, considering Natalie's capture, and a little part of Amy was hoping she was part of that confusion. Get. Out. Of. My. Mind. Ian. Stupid. Ian. Amy pretended to push Ian somewhere, doesn't matter the destination, as long as it was far from her. The thought made her smile.
"Do you really think Natalie is here?"
"You want the truth? No. I don't. But I think she might be, I mean, we are here, we should check just in case." Wild. Goose. Hunt. For something that wasn't even here. That was stupid. Beside her, Ian froze.
"What's wro―" Up in front of them was a dead end, a wall, a tree in the road.
"This isn't supposed to be here!" Ian screamed, taking out his layout. "See, right here, it's like, I don't know how to explain it, but I know it's not supposed to be here." Ian studied his map.
"How do you know that your map is correct?" Amy questioned, it was a possibility that Ian's resources weren't that accurate.
"My, my dad gave it to me when I was five. You see, at first, I had no idea what it was, 'what in the world is Vesper, daddy' but then I found out it was another family branch, rising from its own ashes that they caused years before! I had to know." His dad gave it to him? Amy stopped questioning the maps accuracy. And what was with the whole rising from the ashes speech?
"Ok. So then explain the wall." Amy studied the wall. Maybe there was a place where if you pushed it it would open, like in the movies. She began to feel the wall, but as she pressed her hand to it a jolt of lightning shot at her hand, like the wall was surrounded by an electric field. And she thought the Ekats were nerds. Amy stumbled back and lost her balance. Luckily, Ian was there and caught her.
"You ok?" He asked. Since when did you care Mr. Cobra? Amy wanted to scream at him, but took the kinder, less harsh answer.
"Yeah, I-I-I―" Amy took a deep breath. Ian holding her like this, this close equals stuttering, I mean, every girl would if HE was holding her. "I'm fine." Better Amy, now no more stuttering, it makes you look weak.
"Good, were going to need your brains to figure out this wall." He didn't care about her. He just needed her brain to get them past this stupid wall. Ian. Never. Cared. About. Me. Why should he now? Wait ―when in the world did that come into her head? It might as well flew out the window now for all the care she was getting.
"You know what Ian, I'm going to go around this, go in a few doors and try to find a way around it because face it, were not Ekats, were never going to get past it!" But Ian wasn't even paying attention. He was too busy studying his map trying to find some clue his dad might have left.
Amy stormed away down the hall and into darkness. Let's see, I think we turned here. Amy turned here. We might have turned here. Amy turned there too, and after a few turns she was lost in a hallway that looked exactly like the one she had left Ian in. Ian. In. Ian. What was wrong with her? He didn't care about her; he had come back into her life to use her. Her brain. He was using her to find his sister. Amy ran ahead, lost. Lost in a dark world, how fun. She didn't dare to turn around though, because she was afraid it might be his face she saw.
A/N: Super long? Nice isn't it.