Choice

Chapter 8: Pain and Wrath

I'm SO SO sorry, I haven't updated in like 3 weeks. I skipped agrade, and saw Michael Jackson's This is It ( fabulous movie from my favorite singer). Oh, and the new 39 Clues book, In Too Deep, came are you waiting for? Read.

Ian's POV

I aimed the gun at Zane's, big, fat, irritating head. It was armed with a serum, that disabled a person, mainly Zane, to use their mouth. It was temporary, of course. If it was permanent, I would have a major lawsuit on my hands. But still... I really,really wish it was permanent. The Serum had been specially designed for Zane. A little gift ( more like revenge)... From Ian and Natalie Kabra. Zane loved to talk, eat,... and now kiss Amy. Anger surged in me, as I put my finger on the trigger. I was about to shoot when Amy stood up and wiped her mouth on her sleeve. I ducked into the forest, and behind a large tree. I pushed branches away, and watched in disgust as leaves and tree sap fell onto my Jhane Barnes shirt ( A/N Link on Profile). I was never one for nature. The only things I liked about it were that it provided great cover for spying, and money came from paper, and paper came from trees.

Amy looked at Zane, her eyes filing with tears. "I t-trusted you Zane. I r-really did." She said softly, just before walking away. I watched as she walked into her tent. I slowly strode after her. I wanted to talk to her, maybe help her, but I had to keep up my image. You see, along with being a handsome, smart, athletic, rich (although you already knew that) teenager, I was also an amazing actor. I was, as my mum would say Ce Parfait, or That Perfect.

I strode to the front of Amy's tent, and was about to enter, when my 'dear' little sister, Natalie stopped me. By 'dear', I meant spoiled, bratty, irritating, clothes- obsessed, hostile, little sister. Her short hair was done in at least dozen of tiny little braids. Pretty, but her hair before was prettier.

"Ian!!" she squealed, " Mummy called. She said that she and Father were back from France! We can go back to the mansion now!"

I tried to smile. Really, I did. If mother and father were home... that meant ... our alliance with the Cahills was over. They needd to be betrayed, and left for dead... again. Truly, I wasn't ashamed to say that I didn't mind (in fact I'd be extremely happy) to get away from that American git, Daniel, but Amy.... No. It doesn't matter. I'd betrayed many girls before, Amy was just another. She was, though, the first girl I had ever kissed. Still, she deseved to know the truth... she had deserved to know a long, long time ago. About what happened on that fateful night.

I entered the tent. Amy was sitting down, and when she looked up, I saw that her eyes were rimmed red, from crying. She stood up and walked over to me, and latched on to me, sobbing into my shoulder. The tears would stain, but the shirt was already ruined.

"Why? Why did my parents have to die?" She sobbed. I winced, and slowly let her down.

"See, Amy, I might know something about that..."

OHHHHHH!! Cliffhanger! What'll Ian tell Amy? To find out, REVIEW!!!