Iggy's POV

Chapter 6: What? Amanda's POV

I was in complete shock. At no time did they say that one specific person was going to be at risk. Much less the one person that was to be my future husband, if he were to have a future and if he were to ask me. Technically he did, but why don't we stay with the bigger picture?

"What?" Max was the first to speak after our hour long shock-induced silence.

"You heard Little Miss Mind Reading Prick. The boy will die if she doesn't kill you. You die, our he does, it is for Amanda to decide."

"Isn't there another way? You never told me I would have to kill anyone. You told me to save the world, and the only way I can think of to do that is to kill you and your posse of werewolves," I said, praying that at least I would sound menacing, but I came out a little pleady.

"No. Decide. Now. Or. I. Will. For. You," Anne said, suppressing a scream of frustration.

"I want more time. But wait!" I said as Anne was going to push the button to bring in the gang of Erasers, "put me in the dungeon. Alone. The least you could do is make the last days of these people good. Put them in the suite upstairs. Yes, I know about that," I noticed how Anne's eyes went wide.

The suite was one made for the people who worked at the Board of Itex, Anne's wing. It was a beautiful floor, made like the hotel that Donald Trump would stay in (and probably own, design, and create). They decided that they would treat me nicely before they threw me out, and they let me stay in one of the rooms. I have to say that even though I had an uncertain future, and that I may die, and my brother was probably scarred for life, I had a good time.

"Fine. But you get the worst treatment. I'll do worse than the dungeon. You are going to the tank," Anne said, a sly smile creeping across her overly made up face.

I kept my face straight, but inside I was screaming with worry. The tank was a vessel dark and tightly shut. It was oxygenated, but it is silent and the darkness is absolutely as far as you can go. But the worst thing is is they let others come in and… do things to you, if you catch my drift. Plenty of things…

What would I do? I knew that I wouldn't choose between my best friend and my boyfriend. I wouldn't have to. We were going to escape.

Max's POV

I was as calm as a cucumber on the outside, as loud as a blender on the inside. What kind of person is Amanda? I knew the second I was beginning to let her grow on me that I would regret it. I was right.

What the heck was she getting us into? She set us up. She's probably faking this innocence. She had this all planned out.

Poor Iggy. If only he really knew what was going on. If only he knew that the girl he was going to marry (if I let him) was trying to kill him… he would kill himself.

But more of that later. We have to get away from this. I heard we were going to a suite upstairs. I knew that that meant a really nice hotel… in the normal world. A suite could be a dungeon with a view of the ocean here at Itex headquarters.

Erasers were escorting us. What a surprise! They bound us hand and foot, slinging us on their backs. It was terrible. Fang, Iggy and I were carried by one Eraser each, while Angel, Nudge, and Gazzy were being carried by one together.

The Erasers carried us up two flights of stairs, not bothering if the ceiling clonked us on the head. We were half unconscious when we got out of the third and final elevator. They took us off their backs, dragging us down a long hallway, resembling one of a hotel, and then dropped us on the floor. We fell like rocks.

Then, the Eraser that carried me took out a knife. I was preparing, ready to fight, knowing it was useless. The Eraser surprised me by taking the knife and cutting off the ropes. My hands inhaled deeply as blood began pumping through my palms again. The other Erasers did the same for all my flock. They all looked at me confused. I returned the look.

The one that had carried Fang took out a key card, and slid it into the doorknob, and opened the door.

I was shocked at how beautiful the room was. It was like a palace. I felt very out of place. The ceiling was decorated with intricate swirls and designs. I saw a signature in the far corner of the room. It looked like a Martin something.

The welcome area included a couch, three LaZBoys, and a big screen TV, DVD player, and a 6-disk CD player. The stereos were hanging from the ceiling. There was a fridge to the left of the entertainment center, and I imagined the six packs of Pepsi, with Fritos and Doritos.

The entrance to the kitchen was to the left of the doorway. It had a stainless steel fridge, with a water and ice dispenser on the door. The stove was electric, with the microwave, griddle, and grill on its side. I knew that Iggy would have a blast.

The farther we got in, the sweeter it got (get it? Sweeter? Cuz, we're in a suite, and… okay, I'll shut up now). There were 3 bedrooms, each with a bunk bed and a queen sized. They were elegantly made, the headboard looked like it was carved by Da Vinci. The sheet looked so welcoming I was wondering how I could resist running over to jump on them. Angel looked like she was about to scream the second she entered the room.

And lastly, the bathrooms. There were 2 bathrooms, each about the size of a bedroom we normally slept in in motels. They had their own Jacuzzis, steam showers, and Jack and Jill sinks. They were all cream colored, with marble counter tops. I was so sad that we had lived so deprived from such heaven.

The Erasers left us, and I heard a chain link the door shut.

"Enjoy it while you can," he said, and I could hear the evil grin on his face.

We sat in silence, in awe and fear. I decided that at least they put us in together, so we could plan, but I guess they did this only because there was no plan to make. The only thing to decide was this: who was going to die?

"You're not going to make us vote on who will die, right?" Angel said, reading the look on my face, "I don't want to pick this time."

"Sweetie, don't you worry. We'll get out of this. We always have. We always will," I said, trying to make my smile look more genuinely genuine.

"Max, why don't we wash up, and then we can plan this out? I know that that is the last thing you want to do right now, but we need this really bad," Fang said, looking anxious. He was right. It was the last thing on my mind. We had to decide who was going to be killed tomorrow, and he was thinking about showering. I know that we all looked like hobos. I know that that's a little weird, but it's honestly what we looked like.

"Sure," I said, surprising myself with how agreeable I could be, "let's shower up!"

"I call first in this bathroom," Angel said, making a break for the bathroom closer to the girls bedroom.

"I call first in ours," Gazzy said, running towards the other bathroom.

"Max, I need to talk to you," Fang said, and he said it in a tone that suggested now, not later.

"Okay," I said, and I lead us to the bedroom.

We got in, closed the door. The second we did, I heard Nudge, turning on the TV, telling Iggy what was on. He was actually able to watch now, but she was so used to telling him.

Fang was first to make a move. He reached in and kissed me. Hard. Long. Passionately.

I kissed him back.

"Max, I don't want to lose you," Fang said, pausing for a brief second to speak.

"I don't…" I couldn't even finish my sentence. How he could I will never know.

I was pushed gently on the bed, so now I was lying down, Fang on top of me. He had moved from my lips to my neck, and I had a feeling he would get lower if we didn't stop (which we wouldn't). A soft groan escaped my lips as he pulled my t-shirt over my head…

Well, before I knew it, we were half undressed (for the safety of the kids) on my bed, the queen sized one, breathing heavily. At least, I was. Fang looked like he wasn't near ready to stop. He did, though, because he could sense how I was tired. I relaxed and lied down on top of him, and he stroked my hair.

"If Iggy is feeling what I feel towards you towards Amanda, I would be heartbroken knowing that she was planning this all along," Fang said, looking at my eyes, then down at the sheets.

"You think it was a set up, too? I thought that was only me. Everybody else seems to worship her," I said.

"I was suspicious the second your evil twin showed up at the house," Fang whispered.

"What are we going to do? I can't kill her. Iggy won't let me. I wouldn't be able to look into his eyes again," I whispered, knowing that the kids would freak out if they heard our conversation. Then again, Angel can read minds…

"You're right. Well, we could just escape," Fang said. As if I hadn't thought of that already.

"Yeah. Genius. How do we do that?" I said, sarcastically of course.

"There's a window of 10 inches of glass by our bedroom. They were really going above and beyond for this detainment thing. But, glass breaks if you push on it at one single point. We have forks, don't we?" Fang said.

I was left in awe. Where does he get these things? He registered my surprise, and smiled. I kissed him on the lips, got dressed, and left to go tell the others our plan.

I entered to see Amanda, bound by all possible manners, carried by an Eraser. She had a severe cut on her eye, and it was gushing all over the carpet. I guess the tank did more than just detain her. Four other ones had Iggy, Nudge, Angel, and the Gasman. How did they get in? Why didn't they scream? Then I saw they were all unconscious.

I didn't realize that there was one waiting for me right outside the room, and he knocked me out the first punch he got.

Iggy POV

We awoke to the smell of alcohol.

We were all dumped in a big white auditorium room, where the Anne stood waiting for us with a smile.

The whole time, I was staring at Amanda. Angel was gagged, but that didn't stop her from sending messages to me.

She's not planning this, she never was. It's that or I can't get through to her. But I doubt it… she's too nice to do something like that…,

But I knew what Fang and Max thought. I couldn't believe it at first, and I was about to storm into their "intimate" moment and punch the heck out of them, but then thought against it. What if they were right? What if Amanda was planning this?

It was until the Erasers came and had Amanda tied up like a deer after hunting season, and Angel's confirmation, that I saw that Fang and Max were wrong. Very wrong.

Max and Fang got Angel's message and even I caught a glimpse of the guilty look in their eyes.

"Why, hello there, guys. Have fun in the hotel? I knew that you would. You should thank Amanda for it. Go ahead she's right here," Anne said, walking over to Amanda.

She untied the band that was gagging her and threw it at a guard Eraser. He took it and threw it in the trash.

"So, have you decided?" Anne said, thoroughly enjoying the torture she was causing us. She looked like a crazy lady. No. She was the crazy lady.

"Decided what?" Amanda said, in fake confusion.

Big mistake. Anne motioned at an Eraser, and he came at her with a gun. A shocker. He put it to her neck and zapped her. She vibrated and convulsed for about a minute before Anne told the Eraser, "That's enough." I was trying my hardest to go and save her, struggling to get out of the Erasers grip. Amanda fell limp on the floor, breathing heavily.

"Let's try this after 250 volts go through your body. Have you decided?" Anne said, seriously and scarily.

"No, ma'am," Amanda said, having a hard time getting the words out. "I haven't chosen Max or Iggy. I love them far too much to break them away from their families, and their families from them."

"Well, I guess we have no choice but to kill them both!" Anne said, smiling so evilly that she was beyond crazy, going into psychotic.

"NO!"Amanda screamed, making Anne turn around in surprise and…fear? I found it very menacing when Amanda screamed, in pain, in agony, in anger.

"That won't be necessary because I have decided who I want to die," Amanda whispered, barely audible.

"Aww, I was going to have a blast snapping Max's neck, then Iggy's," the Eraser holding Max said, a genuine look of disappointment on his face, "I'll settle for whoever you pick, though."

Max turned around enough to look at Amanda, "So, you decided between your good friend and your boyfriend? Who's life are you going to take? Hmm?" She looked really angry.

Amanda looked at Max, then at me, sorrow practically pouring out of her eyes,

"My own."

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