Heyz! This chapter is going to be a little bit short just because I have a horrible headache right now, and I only have thirty minutes to write it. . Suckish right?

Magic Cahill: Haha. I love British accents, and when people do it over the internet it just strikes me as funny... You're welcome. :) But unfortunately, it's probably not going to be up until tomorrow. :'(

Alex Almighty: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't cry please! :( I just couldn't tell at first, but I figured it out! Haha muchos gracias. :) *sigh* Nyo. I'm not that stupid. I get straight A's on my report card you know... You remind me of my best friend's boyfriend's brother. Your personalities are almost exactly alike, and his name's Alex... creepy weird, right?

HopeRising11: Uh...well now I can! :D You're welcome, by the way. And for those people out there who read it, I'm sorry. I forgot to mention that it was complete. I'm never going to update it...

Now on with the story! :D (I own nothing about the 39 Clues...)

~L~

Ian's body was poised, ready to attack. His senses kicked into overdrive. He slipped a knife that he had kept in his sleeve into his hand, his muscles tense, but to his surprise and complete embarrassment, a white-colored bunny came bounding from behind the shrub and rubbed up against Amy's leg, making her step back an inch or two. He immediately relaxed and waited for Amy's joking remark, but...it never came. He looked over at her. Her face was pale and beaded with sweat, her eyes wide with shock. Her whole body shook.

"Amy, are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

Her eyes drifted over to him for a short time, but they slid back into their former position-looking strait in front of her. He looked to where she was gazing, and anger soon replaced his concern. The tree that stood directly in front of Amy was covered in knives and throwing stars. Amy had been only inches from certain death. How could somebody have tried to hurt her like that! Ian fumed to himself. The soldiers must've known someone would come here to Carter's memorial and set a trap to deplete the army at least by one. A bit of blood trickled from a minor wound on Amy's cheek where a dagger had come a bit too close to her face.

"I-I a-almost just d-d-died!" she choked out. Ian examined her slight wound more closely to make sure that it wasn't deep, but what he found was far from what he had expected. The cut on her face was already turning red from infection, but that's not what surprised him. The blood vessels surrounding the cut were turning purple and blue, making a strange pattern on her face. The dagger had been dipped in poison. That meant that this trap had been set recently, for poison didn't linger long on a steel blade like that. His blood turned cold with a realization that they wouldn't stay undiscovered for long. He needed to get away from his surrounding threat, but more importantly, Amy could die from the poison.

Before she fell over, Ian scooped her up in his arms and dashed through the woods toward the camp. Flying was too dangerous...he had already found that out by experience, and he had no intention of flying in dangerous airs again.

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I know! It's so short! I'm so ashamed! I'm sorry. :'( I'll try to make the next chapter extra really super long. :) Would that make up for it? Well, I have to go before I get grounded for staying up too late. Reviews would be awesome! :D

~ Sugar