Title: Is It Really You?
Summary: A long-lost love returns from the grave and secrets are revealed. Will Martin risk everything to get her back after she leaves him again?
Rating: T for… stuff
PP: Ok, short author's notes today, because I've got a super-long chapter for you! Ok, maybe not super-long, but if I remember right it's the longest one yet. I must say, I've surprised myself by my super quick updating, but I really want to finally finish up this fic! Just a little note to all readers, there is only ONE chapter before the endings, I repeat, only ONE chapter left before the three endings. Ok, everybody give sad faces! I don't mean that. Alright, I don't own anything that someone else (like Marathon) has copyrighted. So no lawsuits please! Now, enjoy Chapter 13, and don't forget to review please!
Chapter 13: I'm Not About To Leave Without You
When Martin awoke, he was surrounded by darkness again. He tried to stand up, but fell forward instead. How was that possible though? If you were lying down, how could you fall forward? He tried taking a step forward instead, and then it hit him. He could move this time around. Maybe he'd be able to find out what was on his back then. He reached around behind him and froze in shock.
Feathers…There was a pair of wings on his back. He plucked a feather out, wincing with the pain. It felt like he had just pulled a hair out of his head. The feather was a white so pure, that it seemed to glow in the darkness.
"Hmmmm, experiment time."
He imagined the wings as just another set of arms and tried giving them a flap, not thinking too much about it, just doing it. He didn't expect it to actually work though, and ended up falling back down after he was lifted a couple of feet into the air.
"Well, that was easier than I thought it would be."
He heard a chuckle somewhere in the dark and bolted upright… well, tried to at least. Instead, he ended up flat on his face again. He released a couple of curses towards whoever's sick sense of humor had made the place so disorienting, and looked up to see a man walk out of the darkness. He reminded Martin of his father, but his father didn't dress like some medieval king. Martin did have to admit that this man seemed like a king at first glance though; just from the way he walked. It wasn't a strut, but it just gave off a sense of authority and power approaching. Martin stood up, or at least swung himself around so he was looking into the man's eyes without needing to turn his head.
"I see you don't know exactly how to use those yet."
The man's voice was deep, and Martin realized that his first impression of this guy was that he was in control. Then he saw the deep blue eyes that looked exactly like Rachel's.
"Who are you?"
The man smiled.
"Well Martin, I am Artem. Maybe you've heard of me, maybe you haven't. It doesn't matter either way, but it makes this a bit easier if you have."
Martin was shocked. THIS was Artem? He could tell why he had been the leader of an entire race. He gave the impression of staying calm no matter what the situation.
"If you're Artem, maybe you could answer a couple of questions for me. Maybe you know how I suddenly acquired a pair of wings? Or what that light was that I fired at Azrael?"
Martin was doing his best to stay calm, even though he suddenly felt all the pressure of the last month building up inside of him, demanding for him to vent on someone. Artem's chuckling at his questions didn't help much either. He felt about ready to either strangle Artem, or start laughing hysterically, because it was all becoming a bit farfetched, even for a Center agent.
"This could be quite confusing, but you need to know before your next 'mission'."
"Oh great, it's going to be confusing. Like I'm not used to confusing by now."
"Shut up, and don't interrupt. The reason you have wings now and the ability to unleash spiritual power when your life is in danger is that you are the heir to my power. Time for a bit of family history. Over the years, the power our race was famous for faded away, but the blood relation remained, even though people thought it had just died out. The descendants who did not have any of the power hid away, not drawing any attention to themselves, forgetting themselves that they were once related to us, even though every now and then someone would be born who was… unusual. Eventually, everyone believed that the only remaining descendants were the branch that Rachel was born from."
"So, let me guess. What you're going to tell me next is that I'm a descendant of the branch that didn't have any of the powers, right?"
Martin had meant it as a joke because he had decided that he had finally gone completely crazy, but Artem gave him a solemn nod. Martin's laughter ended in a choked cough.
"You have some of the power though, but that's only because you carry the Luciendar and Rachel's watch."
"So, you mean, me and Rachel are… related?"
"Not really. It's too distant a relation to say it exists. You do believe everything I've told you so far though, right?"
The information that him and Rachel were related, no matter how distant it was, had successfully managed to calm him down. He didn't feel like murdering anyone anymore at least.
"Well, I suppose I do, I mean, I've heard enough insane things in the past couple of months that either turned out true, or proved that I'm completely insane myself, so why shouldn't I believe this too?"
Artem smiled and gave a small snort of laughter.
"That's a good way to look at it. This chat isn't the real reason you're here though."
"What is it then?"
Artem sighed. Here was the moment of truth. Anyone could 'go with the flow', and pretend that they were okay with everything, but it would take true bravery to face the challenges ahead of him. Running in with his sword drawn, taking down everyone in his path, that might be brave, but facing your worst fears, now that was true bravery. Facing someone else's worst fears could be even braver though, depending on how supportive you were.
He would also need to be able to accept everything he learned at a moment's notice without any doubt. From his reaction with the wings though, he seemed to be able to though. Any normal person would have completely freaked out after finding that out, so his reaction had actually been quite mild. His determination to get her back no matter what shone clearly in his actions as well.
"Rachel is in dire need of help. Her childhood was more troubled than she let on, so she hid her worst memories within the depths of her mind, thinking that she wouldn't have to face them again. She continued hiding her memories right up to the end. Now, her fears are being used against her. She does not wish to confront them, so she hides in a corner and doesn't attempt to escape to freedom. A helping hand is what she needs now. But, that means that whoever tries to save her must face her memories. They will watch from a distance, so they can see Rachel instead of seeing through her eyes, but will still be able to sense what she is feeling. They will also hear Rachel's voice giving notes on why she fears those memories, almost like a tour guide. Are you willing to be her helping hand after hearing what you will have to go through?"
Martin was shocked to find out that they were using bad memories to keep Rachel restrained.
"If she's confined within those memories, then how was she able to communicate with me?"
"The only reason I can think of is that her feelings for you are so strong and her fear so great, that she was somehow able to draw you towards her so she could talk to you."
"So, does that mean that it wasn't really just because of Serafina that she was 'drawn to me'?"
"Yes, Martin, it does. Rachel is the one that likes you, not Serafina. Daniel just told you that to try to stop you from saving her. You see, you are the only one capable of saving her. If she isn't saved, Serafina isn't, so after Daniel and Azrael will have fewer problems getting the Luciendar away from you, therefore making it easier for them to reunite the two swords and use the Lionheart's power for their own evil intentions."
"Wait, you were the first voice I heard before I passed out! The one who told me that everything would be alright!"
"Yes Martin, I was. Serafina was the other voice you heard. Now, did you have any other questions?"
"No, I think that's it. No other questions come to mind at least."
"Well then, will you help Rachel? Remember, it will be extremely difficult, but you are the only one who can help her."
Martin gazed off into the distance for a moment, thinking. He had seen what would happen to her if he failed. Plus, she was counting on him to save her. He couldn't give up now. He couldn't let Daniel and Azrael destroy everything he had ever known.
"I'm going. I don't care how difficult it is. I heard the desperation in her voice. I'm not going to leave her alone to deal with it."
Artem smiled. The determination in the boy's eyes was like a roaring fire. It would take more than a couple of bad memories to put it out. A light appeared off in the distance.
"That's what I like to hear. Follow the light, and eventually you will reach your destination."
"Eventually? How long do you mean by eventually?"
"A couple of minutes at most. Maybe a couple of seconds. It's hard to tell around here. One suggestion though, until you get used to the fact that there is no up and down here, you should probably use your wings to get around. Don't ask me how, it's just easier.
"Thanks. For everything."
Martin took off, rather slow and jerky at first, but he managed to smooth it out a bit as he flew forward. Artem watched as he disappeared into the light.
"Good luck Martin. You're our only hope."
The light blinded Martin for a moment, but when it cleared he found himself in the playroom at the Center. He had only been in there a couple of times before, but had been told that it was for children of agents, suspects, or visitors when they either had nowhere else to go, or their parents were only there for a bit but didn't want the kids hanging around. At the moment, there was only one little girl there, playing with some blocks. She didn't look like she was anymore than a year old, so Martin wouldn't have recognized her if it weren't for the flaming red hair atop her head.
Martin heard voices in the hall, but Rachel didn't seem to. He watched the door as a much younger M.O.M. walked in, followed by an important looking woman. M.O.M. was wearing normal clothes, which Martin took to mean that she hadn't been promoted to Director yet. A smile lit up her face as she saw Rachel, and Rachel began happily jabbering away in a language that faintly resembled English, glad that her mommy had finally come back for her. M.O.M. knelt down as Rachel took a couple of steps toward her before falling forward. M.O.M. picked her up and began gently tickling her. Rachel's delighted screams filled the air as M.O.M. addressed the woman behind her.
"Isn't she cute Director? She's just a little ray of sunshine in my life."
The woman behind M.O.M. nodded her head. So this was who the director before M.O.M. had been.
"She looks just like her father."
M.O.M. stopped tickling Rachel and she looked up at her mommy, wondering why she looked sad all of a sudden.
"Let's just hope that's the only thing she inherited from him."
Suddenly, Rachel heard a strange woman speaking to her. Her mommy didn't seem able to hear it though. The strange woman was showing her a picture of fire, and telling her to point towards the corner and imagine the fireball in front of her finger. She didn't want to do it, because she thought her mommy would be mad, but the strange woman told her that it was alright, that her mommy wouldn't mind.
Rachel gurgled, catching her mommy's attention, and did as the strange woman had told her. M.O.M. looked towards where Rachel was pointing, just in time to see a ball of fire burst into appearance. She screamed, clutching Rachel closer to her. The director began yelling at her.
"Olivia! What the hell is that?"
M.O.M. fell to her knees as the strange woman cackled evilly in the depths of Rachel's mind, still only audible to her. The fireball disappeared as Rachel looked up at her mommy, confused by her reaction. Why was her mommy scared when the other woman told her that her mommy wouldn't mind? M.O.M.'s next words were spoken to someone who wasn't even there to hear them.
"David… Is this how I will always remember you? Because you passed your heritage onto our child as well?"
The entire scene began blurring as Martin heard Rachel's voice in his mind.
"Around the time I took my first steps, I also made my first fireball. It was the first sign that my life would be anything but normal. This was the beginning of my nightmare of a life."
When the scene came back into focus, Martin was standing in M.O.M.'s office. She was sitting in the Director's chair now, obviously having been promoted. She was working on something on her computer, looking much more serious than she had in the previous memory. She also looked to be a few years older than she had. It caused him to wonder faintly how old Rachel was. His question was answered when the doors to the office opened, admitting a younger Rachel. If Martin had to guess, he'd say that she was about 10 or 11 years old.
"Did you want me Mom?"
Rachel was doing a very good job of hiding her frustration at being pulled away from whatever she was doing when Mom had called her. She just wanted to get whatever she was there for over and done with so she could go back to it. M.O.M. looked up from whatever she was doing to look at her daughter.
"Rachel, yes, I wanted to talk you. Go ahead, sit down, you don't have to feel like a stranger while you're in my office."
"No thanks, I think I'll stand."
M.O.M. sighed, turning towards Rachel.
"Rachel, I know you were excited about helping Albert make that U-Watch for the agents, but this is important. I'd appreciate it if you'd sit down."
It was Rachel's turn to sigh. She had been looking forward to helping Albert for a month, and Mom knew that, so why couldn't whatever this was about wait until later? She slumped into a chair anyways; making sure Mom knew that she didn't want to be there at all.
"I'm sorry Rachel, but this is very important. It can't wait. I want you to continue your lessons with Cynthia starting next Tuesday."
"WHAT? Mom, I don't want to take lessons with Cynthia. I don't want to stay in the Center anymore, I mean, the only people I ever meet are other agents, I want to meet kids my own age Mom, and I can't do that if you won't let me out of your sight!"
"Rachel, you know why I can't let you go to school with other kids. You're not like them Rachel, and I don't want you to accidentally forget that."
"Mom, I know I'm different, I know I'm not like the rest, but I don't want to be constantly reminded of that my entire life. I want to at least be able to pretend that I'm normal every once in a while! I can still continue my training even if I'm going to a regular school, because I'll come back here every night!"
Rachel was getting frustrated. They had this same argument every year. All she wanted was to be able to act normal, even if it was only for a little while. Her desire to be normal got stronger every year though, and this year she didn't think she could take it anymore.
"We just can't take the risk Rachel. I'm sorry. You'll continue your lessons with Cynthia, and that's that."
Mom's abrupt end to the discussion left Rachel feeling more than frustrated. She could hear Azrael speaking to her again and telling her to blow everything up in her frustration, but she had learned that Azrael wasn't always the best influence. She had learned that the best thing to do was walk away, or scream. She stood up, her anger radiating off of her.
"You don't understand what it's like! None of you do! How can you tell me what's best for me when you don't know a thing!"
Mom sat upright, startled by Rachel's outburst. She also feared a more violent outcome, and Rachel could see it in her eyes. All it did was make her even madder. Her own mother was afraid of her!
"Rachel, please, calm down! We don't need any outbursts in my office!"
"Your office! I'm sorry; I forgot that I was in my boss' office! That's all you've been since you were promoted, you know that? You aren't my mother anymore; you're just my boss! I hate you!"
With that, Rachel spun around and ran out of the office, leaving Mom sitting at her desk with her mouth hanging open. The scene once again blurred in Martin's eyes.
"I didn't speak to her for at least a month after that. It was partially because I couldn't believe what I had said to her that day and wasn't sure how to apologize. Eventually, she gave in, and had me enrolled in a regular public school. After that, we sort of drifted apart. I always regretted it. She really did become more my boss than my mom. How was she supposed to know that there were times when all I wanted to do was curl up in my mommy's arms and get the feeling that everything would be alright no matter what?"
The scene refocused to leave Martin standing out front of his old public school. He could see a younger version of himself strolling along, staring at the ground, probably wishing he was anywhere but on his way to school. Therefore, he didn't see the redhead who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and ran towards him, also not watching where she was going. She collided with him, and their stuff flew everywhere as they both tried to pick themselves up off the ground. She made multiple apologies to him, her mouth seemingly going about a mile a minute.
They both reached for her last book at the same time and she blushed, pulling her hand back and letting him pick it up for her. She hadn't met many kids her own age yet, but she had to admit that he was the cutest out of all of them. They stood up and he handed her stuff back to her.
"You should probably keep that stuff in your backpack. It won't fly all over the place, like mine, see?"
He showed her his zipped up backpack, wondering why she wouldn't do the same if she had one on her back too.
"I was in a hurry this morning, so I didn't have time to put all my stuff in. Ummm, do you go to this school?"
She pointed to the school next to them, embarrassed that she had to ask him this question.
"Yeah, why, you new here? Now that I think of it, you don't look familiar."
She stuttered, trying to remember what M.O.M. had told her to tell everyone else. She couldn't really tell them that she was originally taught at a top-secret organization called the Center, now could she?
"I just moved here from Saskatchewan. My mom home schooled me before we moved, but she decided it would be better for me to go to an actual school. Oh, by the way, my name's Rachel."
She stuck her hand out, hoping that he would shake it. It would help her feel a bit more comfortable at least.
"It's nice to meet you Rachel. My name's Martin. I've gone to this school my entire life, so I'll show you around if you'd like."
He shook her hand and she blushed again. She was used to shaking people's hands, so why was she suddenly nervous when he shook hers?
"Would you? I'd really appreciate it."
They turned and walked into the school as Martin smiled, remembering the day they first met from his own point of view. He had thought she was a bit of an airhead at first, carrying everything, and running for the doors. The speed at which she made all her apologies had also been kind of funny. All it took was him giving her a tour of the school though, and chatting with her during it, that made him realize that she was actually a really nice girl, just nervous.
His old school faded away and he heard Rachel's commentary again.
"If I had never met him, would things have been easier in the end? Would he have still taken my place at the Center after I went to New York? Would I even gone to New York? How would life have turned out if I was watching where I was going that day and hadn't run into him?"
It took Martin a moment to realize that the next memory had come into focus because of how dark it was. He was standing in the school gym, and judging by the familiar decorations, it was his Gr. 8 grad dance. His younger self was standing next to Rachel against a nearby wall. She looked beautiful that night. The bracelet that he had bought her looked dazzling with her sky blue dress.
They were joking and laughing about something when another guy from their class walked up to them. His friends were behind him, obviously having appointed him as their spokesperson. He looked kind of nervous about the question he was asking.
"Me and my friends had a question we wanted to ask you. We were just wondering if you… well, if you…"
"It's okay. Go ahead and ask. We don't mind, do we Martin?"
She looked up at his younger self, a playful sparkle in her eyes. He always made her feel so much more alive than she felt inside the Center, and tonight was no exception.
"Okay, we were wondering if the two of you were, you know, serious."
"Oh no, we're just friends."
For some reason, Rachel felt like someone had ripped her heart out. The way Martin had said it, it didn't just seem like an I'm-only-saying-this-to-make-you-go-away-and-leave-us-alone response. It sounded like he truly meant it. She hadn't cared for him that way anyways, so why did it hurt so much? She unconsciously fingered the bracelet he had given her.
"I'll be right back."
She stood up and nearly ran out of the room, leaving the younger Martin standing there slightly puzzled. He turned towards the other guy and gave him a 'What was that about?' look.
The gym faded away and Martin hit his knees, almost brought to tears. How could he have been so callous? He hadn't given a damn about her feelings, and so had caused her to feel that much pain. If the rest of her memories were just going to get worse, he didn't want to see anymore.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me. Whoever thought of that must have been on crack. I would have almost preferred if he had thrown sticks and stones at me that night. I didn't even realize I cared for him as more than a friend before that point. When we saw each other at the beginning of high school, I could sense the distance between us. It didn't just come from not seeing each other at all that summer. I swore not to let anyone else close to me after that, because the people who were closest to me always ended up hurting me. First, the look of fear in Mom's eyes when she looked at me, then Martin's words."
He only found the strength to keep going when he remembered Rachel's voice pleading to him to hurry. After seeing that memory, he had a new reason to save her. He couldn't let her go without apologizing to her first.
The next memory was in the drama room from his old high school. He could still remember it clearly from the dreams he had begun having shortly before they found Rachel. It was the same memory from his dream too. She was walking across the floor, having the time of her life rehearsing, when she tripped and fell to the floor. She laughed along with the rest of them as Martin helped her up. Just as he grabbed her hand, the U-Watch beeped, and her heart sank. The vision she had seen of Martin taking her place flashed through her mind, along with a new one.
Martin was standing behind her, a pair of snow-white wings attached to his back. The wings were wrapped around the two of them, almost like a protective shield. She looked about ready to fall over, but he was supporting her. She shook her head to clear it, dismissing the vision as a remnant of some dream that she couldn't remember.
"Do you really have to go?"
She could see the regret in Martin's eyes. He really wanted to go with her, but she had to do this alone. No one could help her. No one could stop her either.
"Yes Martin, I do."
She turned to let Mr. Favro know she was leaving and the rest of the memory played out just like it had in his dream. She had to stop herself from turning around on her way out the door to look at him one last time, because she knew she wouldn't be able to find the courage to go through with the mission if she did.
Once again, Martin had to feel the pain of her heart tearing in two because she had fallen for him, but had just realized that it was to good to be true. The only difference between this time and the dance was that she was the one doing the hurting instead of him.
"There's only one thing I've done in my entire life that I would have to say I completely and totally regretted, but, at the same time, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I fell for him. I swore that I wouldn't let anyone into my heart again, not after how much he hurt me without knowing it. He found a way to dig his way in though. I didn't want to hurt anyone when I died, so closing myself off seemed like the best plan, but he wouldn't let me. So, what happened? I had to see the pain in his eyes when I walked away from him that day in the drama room. Without him though, I don't think I would have been able to keep going, so he was the best thing that ever happened to me at the same time. He got too close though, because I almost wasn't able to do it, because I didn't want to hurt him."
Martin prayed that it would be over soon, because he didn't think he could take much more of this. Rachel's feelings were more intense than any he had ever had, but his determination to save her kept him going. He had to get through it to save her. He had to keep going.
The next memory was somewhere he had never been before. Rachel was there all alone, standing over one of the Center's spirit catching boxes. She had a smile of triumph on her face as she bent down to pick it up. Just then, there was a huge bang down below them, and the floor began shaking. Rachel realized that this was what she had seen happening to her, and knew that she couldn't stop it, but her sense of self-preservation kicked in and she turned and ran for the stairs. The floor was shaking too bad though for her to run straight though, and she ended up pitching forward onto her face, the box flying out of her arms. She remembered him, an image of his face flashing through her mind as she spun around to face the ceiling. It was crumbling above her, and she was scared for a moment, but then felt an overwhelming peace flood through her. A small smile crossed her face as she closed her eyes. The ceiling caved, and she felt a faint sense of regret that she wouldn't be able to join Martin on his first mission.
Martin felt a blinding pain in his forehead and reached up, expecting to feel a gash there, but realized that it was just a part of what Rachel was feeling when it mysteriously disappeared.
"He was the last thing I thought of it. Thinking of him made me feel calm in my last moments. I knew that at least he'd be able to go on, that he'd find someone else who'd make him happy. I just hoped that no one would mourn for me for too long. I didn't want anyone to do that."
Everything faded to black, and Martin fell to his knees, the tears pouring freely down his face. They were partially because he had seen all those bad things that had happened to Rachel in her life that he had never known about because she had never told him, and partially because Rachel's feelings were still mixed in with his own. He looked up, waiting for the next memory, but it never came. He could hear voices off in the distance though, so he quickly unfurled his wings and flew off in that direction.
As he got closer, he could begin to hear specific voices, like M.O.M.'s was there, and so was his own. He flew quicker, guessing what it was all about.
His guess was confirmed when he finally saw where the voices were coming from. Rachel was huddled in a ball, crying and screaming for everyone to leave her alone, as what looked like gusts of wind blew around her. Every now and then one of the gusts would become an actual person and say something to her. As he watched, one became M.O.M. and told her that she had always been a crybaby who wanted everything before fading away again. A man who looked surprisingly like Rachel was the next one, who told her that she was a failure who he would never be proud of.
Martin drew in his wings, running forward, calling out to her, but she didn't hear him. Instead, one of the gusts became an image of himself, who leaned in close to her ear, whispering to her. He still heard everything that was said though.
"How could you ever think that I cared for you? I just took pity on you. Right from the beginning I knew that you weren't able to take care of yourself, so I decided I'd be nice and help you out. You were always so needy, always needing more out of everyone around you, out of me. I was sick of giving you more too. The day you died, I was so relieved. I wouldn't have to put up with you clinging to me anymore. I always hated you Rachel. I hated you."
Martin could feel fury welling up in him as he ran forward. How dare that phony try to make her believe that he had never cared for her! She had been everything to him. He rushed forward, going through the actions of drawing the Luciendar, which wasn't there, but instead he found a sword made out of pure light in his hands.
"Hey! Why don't you look over here, you phony bastard!"
He leapt forward, slicing the shadow of himself clean in half. All the other shadows fled from the light he brought with him. He knelt down, and began gently shaking Rachel's shoulders.
"Rach, Rach, it's me! Rach, please, look at me!"
"Get away from me! Just leave me alone! I just want to be alone!"
She swung out at him, her tears flying all over the place, but he caught her arm before she could hit him. The pressure around her wrist seemed to get through to her somehow and she slowly looked up, blinking rapidly at the light that surrounded his sword.
"Martin? Is it you? The real you?"
"Yeah Rach. It's me. Everything's gonna be okay now."
She turned away from him, ashamed.
"Why would you come for me? You always hated me, so why wouldn't you just leave me here to die?"
"Rachel, don't tell me you actually believed them! Rach, you mean everything to me. I wasn't about to leave you behind and go on with my life like nothing had ever happened."
"You really mean it?"
"Yes Rach. I do. I love you more than anything else in the world, and I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner."
She flung her arms around his neck, sobbing openly into his shoulder. He just sat there, enjoying finally having her back in his arms yet again. As he felt her tears subsiding, he realized that they couldn't just stay there.
"Rach, we have to get out of here."
She looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes that suddenly had a look of fear in them.
"Martin, I can't face those memories! You must have seen them; they caused me so much pain. I just can't Martin!"
"Don't worry, I'll be with you the entire way. If you start hurting because of them, you just let me know, 'cause I'll be there to carry you. Ok?"
"You're sure?"
"Yes Rach. I'm not going to assume that everything's fine and peachy with you ever again. That was a mistake that I made that I'm never going to again. Come on, up."
He grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet, drawing his wings. The look of surprise in her eyes was priceless, almost making Martin chuckle.
"Since when do you have those?"
"Long story. I'll tell you later. For now, all you have to know is that they've been a really big help. Their job isn't done yet either. Now, up you come."
He swept her into his arms, carrying her bridal style as he took off. They soon entered into her memories again, and Martin stayed true to his word. He was there to carry and support her the whole way. The farther they went, the more scared she got, but he whispered words of encouragement to her and held her hand tightly until they finally reached the light that Martin had started out in again.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
She laughed, the tears quickly drying up on her face. He was just pulling her in close to take off again, when he felt her being pulled away from him.
"Martin!"
"Rachel! NOOO!"
PP: HAHA! The evil authoress leaves you at another cliffhanger! Can anyone tell that I like cliffhangers A LOT? I swear that I'll try to be really quick with the next update though! I swear I will! Well, until next time, PotatoPuff, out! (6174 words! A new record!)