Chapter 9
"Ladies and gentlemen." Said Krissy. "The beachwear contest."
! A laser gun was shot. Missing Krissy by an inch.
Everyone looked at the shape written on the tarp. background of the stage. A 'V'.
Dan, Amy, Natalie and Ian all came out a moment later wearing their beachwear. Except Dan, he still had his shirt on. Natalie was squeezing Dan's hand and Amy was hugging Ian and had her face buried in his chest.
Amy couldn't make out any of the things that were happening on stage and below them. She looked at the 'V' shape again and she had a stricken look on her face. She buried her face in Ian's chest again and whispered so that only he could hear.
"It's them…" she whispered. Ian took Amy to his dressing room to talk about it.
"Who are they? How do you know it's them?" he asked. Amy put her hand up, palm facing Ian, as if it would protect her from the questions. She slowly let her hand lower toward Ian's shoulder, stopping him.
"Ian, they started the plague, they killed Gideon Cahill." She said calmly. "They… are the Vespers."
Ian was still confused. "Who are the Vespers? What do they do?"
"Ian, stop pacing, it's making me dizzy." She said, Ian stopped pacing and sat down beside her. He took her hand.
"Does Fiske know about this?" he asked.
"Well, for your previous questions, they are a family similar yet more secretive than the Cahills. They want the Cahill family's serum, and they make Isabel Kabra look like mother Teresa." She said then she shuddered. Ian shuddered then leaned back on the chair. "And yes, Fiske knows about this, all Madrigals do. That would explain why he's sitting down and staying calm like Nellie, Dan and I are doing."
Ian looked at her up, then down, then looked into her eyes. "Aren't you scared?" he asked.
"No, not really, all of the other information was washed away like Nellie said." Said Amy. "I have amnesia, I don't remember why I have to be scared of them."
Ian closed his eyes and slept, he knew that Amy could handle this, but not by herself. He felt the familiar weight of Amy's head on his shoulder. Then he noticed that her head seemed cold today, he looked at her, and didn't see her at all.
Instead, he saw gun, pointed directly at him.
"Nighty, night." Said a voice. "And don't wake up till the morning light."
Then, he blacked out. A whisper escaped his lips before he did. "Where's Amy?"