Author's Note:
Hey guys! Thank you so much for reviewing, I really am truly am happy. And yes, thank you for the tips too, I am trying my best to use them; hopefully you might see improvements.
Anyway, I am extremely sorry for not updating sooner, as I already stated my reasons, I also hope you would understand if I suddenly went on a hiatus since 14 Feb or update shorter chapters because I wouldn't be able to update at all, till 1 March. I ask you to please pray for my boards, I really need your prayers to pass them.
Enjoy!
Chapter 2
He grabbed her hand and forced her to walk outside. She jerked her hand from his hand, glaring at his back.
"You don't order me around." she said.
He raised his eyebrows, "I didn't order you."
"Then why did you ask him to not touch me?" she demanded.
"Why did you come back?" he asked, frustrated. She glared at him, after roling her eyes.
"Didn't I say it already?"
"Then you should go back before I totally do something that no one would be able to repair." he said, looking into her uncertain eyes.
He found himself staring at her, her forehead creased in worry and fright. He reached his hand out and smoothed them, for a moment only he remained softly smoothing her forehead.
He then cupped her cheek, staring into her eyes. But when she leaned in his touch, he blinked then suddenly stepped away. The spell was now broken and she looked at him with a twinge of hope in her eyes. He forced himself to remember the torture brought on him. Even though he had relished the feeling just for a moment.
"You know, if you hadn't left, I would have never seen through your lies. Or worse, the kind of dream you set up for me." he said, annoyed with just being near her. Laughing drying, he closed his eyes.
"what happened to you?" she cried out as he started to walk away. he stopped then swiftly held her on the wall.
"What happened to me, you ask? This is the man you made, Amy. This is the man you changed into." he growled, releasing her from his hold.
He left her in pain yet again, her hurt seemed to prick his skin but he shook it off. He knew just how harsh he was. He knew how hurtful he was being to her.
She deserved it, she deserved the same kind of pain she inflicted on him.
On the other hand, Amy thought the fates weren't cruel enough already. She deserved this pain. even though his words cut her heart with a sharp blade, she deserved it.
She deserved to be hated by him. But did she deserve to be tortured to see him everyday only to know she was the reason he had become like this? Did she deserve to be shown his care only to be hurt again?
She just didn't know what to do.
xxx
"Dan, I just don't know how I could ever repay you." she said, smiling as her dufus brother got for both of them takeout's since she didn't make any dinner and breakfast for the morning.
"Well, next time don't sit in the corner trying to disappear into thin air because I am most certainly not wasting my money on things other than my collection." he grumbled.
She laughed, shaking her head. "So, who is your partner?" Dan asked tossing the chicken in his mouth.
She sipped her coffee, "I don't know. I am supposed to wait till that person calls me through the headset then head off down for introduction and ride to the office."
Dan frowned, "That is not the way you meet your partner."
She shrugged, as she finally deposited her mug. Her phone rang, which means he or she must've come. She pressed the button on her headset and-
"One minute."
As stunned as she was, she quickly grabbed her purse, keys and her id card. "Bye!" she shouted before running off the stairs not bothering to even try the lift out.
Something in his voice pulled her, compelling her to obey his command and be there before he left her. He could still control her without even lifting a finger.
"I said one minute."
"Sorry, I- "she stuttered.
"Get in." he cut in.
She shouldn't do this, she was supposed to obey him but she found herself reaching out for the car door and sat beside him.
"I will request Mr. William McIntyre to replace you with someone else so that- "
"So that I look like I was complaining about it and you'd soil my reputation?" he interrupted, making her falter.
"No, I-I" she gave him one look then tightened her jaw.
"Stop the car." she demanded. He continued to drive like he never heard her.
"I said stop the car, Ian." she said again.
"I'm not doing this for you. You have to do something really helpful for me," he said sarcastically.
She turned her head, looking out of her window.
"I just…I just don't want to be in the same car as you." she whispered.
Like a blade cut straight through him, he felt that old pain that he thought died, buried deep inside. It still hurt even if he didn't want it.
"That makes the two of us." he agreed, his eyes hard focused on the road.
xxx
"So basically, you want us both to train 'the entailed' group that just joined 'The clue hunt' last month?" Amy asked as Ian grunted behind them.
Vibram didn't betray any sign of disapproval or disappointment.
"Yes, they have a lot of potential, but they refuse anyone that gets too close to them to train them." he said, passing the duo the files bearing the names of the girls.
Amy nodded slightly, going through each name and observing the picture in order to make sure she knew them well when she met them.
"That's all, they start at 10 in the C-Wing." Vibram said, glancing at his wristwatch.
Ian was quick on his feet before Amy could thank Vikram, leaving them both alone.
"Amy, I need to have a word with you." Vikram said before she said another word.
She closed her mouth and nodded, wondering what wrong she did. He sighed, smiling a little weakly.
"How have you been." he asked warmly. She was surprised, didn't expect him to warm after what she had done to his son.
Noticing her expression, he chuckled, "I know, I am well aware that you have left my son but I also know that your reason lies secret to everyone except a few. However, I also know that you are not a woman who backs down from her responsivities. I have enough faith that in time you would explain your actions; when you are ready." he said.
She hugged him, tears rolling down her cheeks, "I'm sorry, I couldn't…. I was a…. coward. You shouldn't be so good to me. I-I know what I did was wrong, but I can't tell him. I can never admit it no matter how much it hurts." she murmured in his shoulder while sobbing uncontrollably.
He felt like she was his daughter, he would like that. Her sorrow, her pain was just showing how much she still cared about his son.
He pulled away, wiping her tears and smiling at her fatherly. "You wouldn't want Ian to see you like this, would you?" he said.
She looked away, "Even if he did, he wouldn't feel anything." she mumbled, wiping her tears with her sleeve and sniffing a little.
After calming down, she thanked Vibram and stepped outside the cabin; as she left a man pray that she finds her happiness in Ian again.
xxx
"What took you so long?" he asked in that oh-so-good British accent, never failing to amaze her.
"I…. was discussing a few things." she said. He decided not to ask her, even though he could clearly see her red eyes rubbed roughly.
"Hey, we will get out of here, don't worry." he tried to reassure her as she started sobbing.
"I knew coming inside would be a great risk. Especially since it is the Catacombs." she stuttered. He held her close, as they sat in the lienee and darkness of the bone labyrinth.
"We will figure this one out," he promised.
"It was here, I had seen them" she mumbled, not really paying attention to his words. He kept quiet, a sign for her to go on.
"I had seen them get slain with my very own eyes, right here. By those men who killed innocent people." she muttered again in a muffled voice.
"I'm sure we will be okay, I promise nothing-nobody is going to do anything to you." he whispered.
She looked at him in the darkness, not liking one bit that she couldn't see him, "I still hate you, even if we did agree to cooperate together since it is our first mission. But, I don't like to imagine even you getting hurt."
His eyes widened, shocked at the revelation. A smile crept on his face, unaware of the blush on her face as she realized her words too late. "So, you do care about me." he stated.
"I-I….um…. it's not like that." she desperately countered.
"Then should I interpret it as 'I don't want to lose you?'" He said, smirk evident in his voice.
Blood boiled in her veins as she recognized the teasing in his voice. "Y-you Cobra! How dare you think of such things in this situation? We are no the verge of dying." she cried out.
"Well I can't help it when you suddenly state something that turns me on." she could imagine him shrugging.
"Before I- "she stopped abruptly, suddenly able to see him. "I can see you!" she exclaimed.
"Come on, the light is coming from that way." he said, understanding completely what she meant.
"Come on, we have to visit the C-Wing." she said, diverting his mind. She used the same word as his flashback, he mused.
She truly had changed, he noticed.
Yeah, after breaking his heart and having the satisfaction of keeping him delusional. He scowled and glanced at his outfit for a minute. Of course, his sister always made sure he wasn't looking like some hobo, which means he was supposed to wear Armandi. He sighed, but thankful to his sister because only she would make sure he wouldn't be humiliated.
Not that wearing a white dress shirt and black trousers is completely underdressed.
Amy just couldn't help admire him, able to pull off that look without looking incomplete. She just hoped they wouldn't break out into another fight before she met her supposed students. She heard the firing of gunshots and rushed to the room.
"What is this?" she asked, shocked.
And there, lying on the ground were two women with blood covering over their bodies, Amy's supposed juniors.
Author's Note:
I didn't think it would be necessary to have more flashbacks, I hope this chapter does speak for itself.
And yes, you can ask questions, I didn't say I won't answer them (did I?) but if I wanted something to be a suspense, I would tell you.
So, goodbye!(See ya in the next chapter hopefully)
P.S. I love everyone of you who is reading my story, it really means a lot to me.