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new chapter out. its the long awaited confrontation between John and Amelia. R&R!

ch 14

"Sam!"

It took Sam a few seconds for her to break the lock with John's eyes...
John Felix's eyes... The love of her life's eyes... Standing right
in front of her. It was like her dream come true and her worst
nightmare at the same time. So much was going though her head. 'Was
this who she thought it was?' She couldn't think straight...

"Sam!" The voice said again.

When she turned to see who was calling her she saw what was left of
skull squadron walking out with Nickolie standing by the exit looking
over at her. "Sam! Come!" he repeated raising his voice over the
chatter in the room.

Slowly she turned back to John... Staring into his hazel eyes. "I got
to go..."

"Um. Wait-"

Before John could say anything else she quickly turned and walked away
leaving him there alone. Sam trotted over to where Nickolie was
standing not wanting to look back. But some unknown force, so
familiar to her yet so distant, caused her to turn back and look at
john. He was standing there with a dumb found look on his face, trying
to figure out why she ran away. 'Did he know it was her?' After one
last glance Sam turned back to Nickolie who was waiting at the door.

When Sam and Nickolie walked out they found Alexander and Jack
waiting outside. As the two approached Jack looked up and said "what
took so bloody long?"

Nickolie glanced next to him at Sam and replied "Sam was talking to
one of the Americans..."

"I thought you said not-"

"I know but apparently she didn't hear me... Come on let's go..."

They all started walking down the long side walk that leads to the mess
hall. After they had been walking for a while Jack looked over at Sam.
"Well what were you doing Sam? Why were you talking with them?" Jack
said.

Sam was in a completely different world. She felt like she had just
seen a ghost. 'I thought he was dead! He couldn't have survived!'

"Sam are you listening to me?" Jack said.

Sam stuttered back to reality and said "yeah... I- I don't know..."

When they got to the entrance Sam stopped and looked down at the
ground with a blank expression on her face. Nickolie and the others
stopped at the door and looked back at her. "You alright Sam?" said
Nickolie.

"Uh... Hey guys, I'm not that hungry... I need to go do some...
Thinking..."

Before anyone could say anything in return Sam walked away from the
group in the direction of the flight line. "I'll be in the hanger... If
anyone needs me..." she said turning her head slightly back at them.
Nickolie, Jack, and Alexander stood there not knowing what to say.

As they watched her slowly walk away jack spoke up among the silence.
"What is wrong with her?" Nicolie sighed lightly before replying "it
has to do with one of those Americans... I read her profile before she
joined Backwater PMC... She's kept a lot hidden from us, this
includes a history with one of these Americans..."

"what are you talking about Nickolie?"

"I will explain it inside..." he said motioning everyone inside.

"is that why you told us to say away from-"

"jack I said I would explain it inside. It's too much to tell you right
now. Come on."

Jack intently looked at Nickolie trying not to break from his lack of
patience. As they all walked in Nickolie closed the door behind him.
"You can start with knowing that Sam... Isn't her real name..."

John was dumb founded. Why was this girl acting so strange around him?
She would stare at him every time he was near her. Yet when he tried
to talk to her she said so little. It was like she knew who he was...
She was a mystery... And John intended to find out why she was acting
this way.

As the auditorium started to clear out john made his way outside. He
looked around trying to spot one of the mercenary pilots in the crowed
of soldiers and aviators. He saw Tom talking with some of the other
marine pilots. They looked like they were in a very comic discussion,
laughing almost every five seconds. John also saw Cameron and Amanda
walking away from the group, holding each other's hand. He couldn't help
but smile at the sight. Directly to the right he saw that Vince was
walking by himself next to a nearby building. John watched as he
stopped in front of a door outside of the building. Vince seemed to be
waiting for something, checking his watch every now and then.

John averted his eye back to searching for the mercenaries. But out of
the corner of his eye he saw the door Vince was waiting by slowly
open. Out of the door came a girl with black hair.. John watch with
curiosity as the black haired girl got right behind him with an evil
grin on her face. It took Vince a second to realize someone was behind
him but when he turned around he was met with a loving embrace. John's
eyes widened as the girl began to aggressively kiss Vince's face. The
girl then dragged Vince into the building closing the door behind them.

John chuckled to himself going back to searching the crowed. As the
crowed dispersed ever so slowly john couldn't spot any of the
mercenaries. Soon he was the only one left outside the auditorium.
John sighed and started to walk towards the mess hall. It was getting
to be lunch time so he was a little hungry at the moment. Who knows...
Maybe that was where the mercenaries were.

As John got to the mess hall he jumped in line with a tray and plate.
Slowly making his way down the buffet style rows, John piled some food
on his plate. After getting the food he wanted John walked into a room
full of tables. There were some of the marines sitting at the tables,
each having their own conversation. But one group caught his
attention... It was the mercenary group!

John casually walked over to their table trying not to look suspicious.
In the group he saw that the girl was not present, but the rest of
the mercenaries were there. As he got closer John could hear the
conversation they were having among themselves. But when he heard what
they were talking about his eyes narrowed.

"-his name was John Felix. USAF fighter pilot... She knew him back
before she joined backwater."

One of the other guys at the table spoke up with a heavy British
accent. "So that's why you said for us to say away from them... You
don't suppose that this John guy could be one of the American pilots
here do you?"

John became very suspicious why they were talking about him. He quickly
walked over to their table, interrupting their conversation.

"We can't know for sure... But I don't want you guys to say anything
to Am-" Nickolie looked up to see a man in a green flight suit. He and
the rest of the group looked up at John for a moment then back down to
their trays.

"You mind explaining why you're talking about me?" john said in a somewhat icy tone.

Jack glanced up at Nickolie and then back down to his food. Nickolie
sighed loudly... "Are you John Felix?" he said still gazing downward
at his tray. The whole table was quiet for a moment before john spoke
up. "yes, and I would like to know why I was the topic of discussion
just a few seconds ago?" Nickolie, Jack, and Alexander continued to
look down quietly trying to pretend he didn't ask that question. They
all remained silent not wanting to say a thing to John.

"Well? Also I would like to know why your fellow coworker, Sam I
believe is her name, Is always staring at me? It's like she knows me
or some-"

"she does know you." Nickolie said abruptly.

"What?"

"I said, she does know her... And you know her as well..."

John looked at the man like he was from outer space. "Are you kidding
me? I have never met a girl named Sam in my life! Are you sure..."

"her name isn't Sam..." Nickolie again said very abruptly.

"What? Well... What is her real name? And why does she keep..."

"her name is Amelia."

The table became very quiet... only the sound of Johns tray was heard
as it clattered against the tile floor. Johns face was full of shock,
his entire body was stiff. Time as he knew it slowed to a crawl... a
thousand tiny voices fill his head with questions like 'is he serious?'
'why didn't I see this before?!?' she's been right in front of me all
this time?' 'did she know it was me?' 'is she mad at me?'

But one voice shouted over all the rest.

"Where is she...?"

Nickolie hesitated wondering weather to tell him or not. But before
he could say a thing John had taken off out the door of the mess hall.
John had to find her...

It was late in the afternoon; the sun was beginning to set in the
horizon. Night was soon approaching and Sam was slowly getting tired
lying on the wing of her F-16 falcon. She had been laying there for
hours thinking about John. At first she couldn't understand how she
felt once she saw his face. A mixture of fear and happiness, two of
the most opposite feeling one could feel. Fear of what he would think
of her, yet happy that he was alive and not dead.

But after a while she started to feel something else as the thought of
John's existence so close to her... Pain... The pain of her knowing
that it would never work. He had probably moved on... Found some
other girl, a girl far more beautiful than her... the Thought was
unbearable. It was like dagger stabbed into her heart slowly draining
the life out of her...

Suddenly it happen... A new feeling came over her. Like a rising tide,
her pain was overtaken by hate... An emotion that made her feel
good... It was like a drug, and she was addicted to it... Sam slammed
her fist into the wing making a loud thump. She stood up and jumped
off the wing of her f-16. She made her way around to the back of the
plane towards a small door in the hanger. But as she approached the door
someone walked in...

"o it's you..." She said with a venomous voice.

"Amelia..."

Standing in the doorway was none other than John, a very worried look
on his face. He slowly took two steps forward towards Amelia but was
stopped by her icy tone. "What do you want John?"

John stood there not wanting to move. "Amelia... I'm so happy to see
you..."

"o really?! I never would have guessed!"

John flinched at the tone in her voice. "Wha-... What's wrong Amelia?
Aren't you happy to see me-"

"I've never been so unhappy in my entire life!!" Amelia's voice echoed
in the hanger. Her voice was like a spear going right through John's
heart. He slowly lowered his head.

"Amelia... I'm sorr-"

"well you know what John?! Maybe sorry just isn't enough!! You left
me! It was your fault my life is so messed up! It was your fault we
could never be together!!!"

Amelia's words hung in the air for a long time. The longest anyone
could have ever imagined. John closed his eyes still looking down...
He felt so much guilt right now. It was eating him from the inside,
out...

"Amelia... All I ever wanted was to give you my whole heart... I-I-"

"you what! What john?!?! You hesitate way to much! You know that?!"
Amelia was breathing heavy as she finished shouting those words.

John could feel tears forming in his eyes... He had waited so long to
tell her this but now was probably the worst time ever. "I love you
Amelia... I always have..."

The hanger was dead silent. Not a single noise was heard... John
continued to look downward, his eyes sealed shut. He waited for Amelia
to say something... Anything... But he heard nothing...

Amelia continued to look at John with an angry expression on her face.
She tried so desperately to hold that look but it was soon beginning to
break. She couldn't help it... He had just told her he loved her. The
one thing she had been waiting to hear all her life. Tears started to
form in her eyes. She quickly turned around so that John wouldn't see.
'It wasn't far!' she thought. Her head told her to hate his guts but
her heart wanted so much to tell him she still loved him. She had no
idea what to do... She remained quiet facing away from him
trying to make herself believe he wasn't there.

John looked up to see that she had turned around. He was on the verge
of crying something he rarely did. John opened his mouth wanting to
say something else but he couldn't...

"just... Leave john..." Amelia said trying hard not to let her voice
crack.

John looked back down to the floor. A tear slowly fell down his cheek,
falling to the floor. He didn't know what to else to do now. She hated
him... It's was apparent now. The only thing he had left to do was
leave...

And so he did... John slowly turned and walked out the door not
wanting to look back. He closed the hanger door behind him as he
walked back to his room.

Amelia heard the door close. She waited a few moments before fully
collapsing on the ground in tears. She sat there on her knees bawling
her eyes out.

"What have I done..."

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