Christin Solomon
Chapter 25-Maze
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I hope you like this chapter!
Christin's POV
Suddenly, the floor gave out beneath us and I was plunged into darkness. I fell down a chute; two other people were sliding behind me before I landed on a squishy pad. Chris and daddy landed beside me.
"What the heck? Throw the badly injured teenager down the metal chute, what happened to elevators?" I grumbled to myself as I tried to stand up. But my muscles refused to work and I fell back down on to the mat.
"Whoa sis, take it easy, you don't want to break anything else," Chris warned as he and dad helped me stand up. Ugh, I hated feeling all weak! The people who did this to me were going to pay dearly when ever I got out of this . . . wait, where are we? I examined my surroundings, it looked like a . . . like a maze. How is a maze by any means evil? Heck, it just shouted with evil scheming!
"I think it's a test. They're trying to single out the best spies," Daddy explained as I looked around accusingly.
"Come on, piggyback," Chris told me as I tried to step forward. I shook my head but my muscles seemed to warm to the idea of not having to walk. Chris smiled triumphantly and turned his back to me so I could jump on. I slapped the back of his head before boosting myself up.
"What was that for?" Chris whined, dad snorted.
"You don't expect Christin to let you give her piggyback ride without some kind of revenge?" My dad asked and I grinned and nodded with his words. Chris rolled his eyes and started forward, but proceeded to bump into a wall.
"Chris!" I growled as he stumbled backward a little.
"Sorry, it's dark," He defended as he started walking again. Dad took the lead but stopped when we came to a cross path.
"How are we supposed to find the others?" Chris whispered. I thought for a long time, but I was exhausted and hungry and thirsty, not a good combination. Maybe we didn't have to find the others; maybe the others could find us! Sometimes I'm scared of my own geniusness (It's not a word, but I like it). My mind ran through all the options before it settled on one . . . sing. All of my brothers and my mom would come to the sound of my voice, but what to sing? It had to be something that they knew I would sing or else they could consider it a trick of the bad guys. I got it!
"There's some things that I regret,
Some words I wish had gone unsaid,
Some starts,
That had some better endings,
Been some bad times I've been through,
Damage I cannot undo.
Some things,
I wish I could do all all over again,
But it don't really matter,
When life gets that much harder,
It makes you that much stronger,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
And everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
There's mistakes that I have made,
Some chances I just threw away,
Some roads,
I never should have taken,
Been some signs I didn't see,
Hearts that I hurt needlessly,
Some wounds,
That I wish I could have one more chance to mend,
But it don't make no difference,
The past can't be rewritten,
You get the life you're given,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
And everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
And all the things that break you,
Are the things that make you strong!
You can't change the past,
Cause it's gone.
And you just gotta move on,
Because it's all
Lessons learned.
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
From everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
From every change, life has thrown me.
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned,
Lessons learned.
Lessons learned."
I finished singing and waited tensely. Then the sound of running echoed off the walls and I let out a breath in relief. My mind started to swirl as I became more tired. I clung a little closer to Chris as my bones and muscles began to grow weak.
"Is she alright?" Shawn demanded as him, mom, and Shane got closer. Mom hugged dad tightly and Shane came to flank Chris on the left since Shawn was on the right. Zach, Grant, and Jonas came running up behind us. Good, everyone was here.
"Baby girl, can you hear me?" Shane asked gently, stroking my hair. Stop doing that you're making me more tired! I wanted to scream at him but I couldn't get my lips to move so I just nodded. It was a silent agreement as Shane helped me on to Shawn's back. I mumbled incoherently, not even knowing what I was trying to say.
"Mom, Dad, we need to find a safe place to rest so I can set Christin's broken bones. It's going to be bad if they don't mend right." Shawn called to my parents. Both of them nodded and we headed toward somewhere else in this chaotic maze.
"This will have to do," My mom said as we came to an open space that fit all of us with enough room to fight in if the Italian Dudes decided to attack us. I was in no condition to fight but it didn't stop the thought running through my head.
"No," Chris warned and gave me a sideways glare and I shrugged dismissively. Shawn set me down gently and took off his shirt which he proceeded to rip up. Yes, my brother had an eight pack.
"Chris, Zach, Grant, and Jonas need to turn their backs now," Shawn commanded. All of them turned around and walked to the far wall to prove they wouldn't be able to see. I rolled up my shirt so my ribcage was exposed. Shawn wrapped the strips around the tender spots where bones were broken and I barely stopped myself from wincing. I put my shirt back down and Shane had tied the remaining piece of the shirt creatively to act as a sling for my arm. He fit it over my head and helped set my arm in it.
"Thanks" I whispered to them. They smiled, Shawn wrapped his arm around me briefly in a one armed hug and Shane kissed my forehead.
"It's our job," They reminded me as they helped me stand.
"You can look now!" I called to the boys who hadn't dared move from their places a crossed the open area. They all walked back and Chris wrapped his arm around my shoulders in a protective gesture, promising his presence.
"So you've found each other in the maze, but who knows if you'll survive the next one?" The nasty voice crackled over the speaker as the floor gave out again.
A/N: I thought it was just a cool detail that Christin could sing and I thought it would come in handy for some chapter and look, it did. By the way, they are not out of the woods yet. Review Please!