Entwined Pt 7

Yeah!! Part seven is out! Sorry it's taken a little while longer. I've been very busy. Let's see, Amber and the guys - and Emily - have been on a wild adventure. And it's just getting started!

I have nothing left to say. Well, maybe one thing. I hope you really enjoy this one. And please rate and comment so I know if you've enjoyed this part or not. Read on!!!

Created by: Posion Rain

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Our "When Will I Die" Quiz?

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  1. *Amber's POV* I hear a snoring sound. Ok, now I'm confused. Wasn't I supposed to be dead? "Shut up Riley." Someone says groggily. And I open my eyes. I'm surprised to see darkness with twinkling lights starning back at me. There's red's and green's, blue's and yellow's. And there's a dull pain everywhere. I move slightly, sheets around me making a soft shuffling sound. "Riley. For thats all good and pure in this world." Someone says. I recognize the voice. Eric. My heart flutters, happy that I can hear his sweet voice again. I, as usual, ignore the throbbing pain in my body. "Eric?" My voice sounds distant, hollow. Ok, I'm scared of my own voice. I'm REALLY jacked up.
  2. There's silences, then I see a light turn on. I shield my eyes with my hand. There's other groans, but no one says anything. Eric is across from me, looking at me with those deep and beautiful eyes of his. "Alright. I'm SO dreaming." He lays back down. "Eric!" My voice sounds annoyed. Good. That's just how I feel. "So I'm not dreaming?" He asks, but there's humor in his eyes. Leave it to Eric to crack a joke in the worst of places. "Where am I?" I try sitting up. Eric is by my side like he's the flash. "Oh no you don't." He pushes on my shoulders, making me sink lower into the squishy bed. "And your in a jet. Before you freak out, it's Lilly's." "Why am I in a plane?" "Jet." "Whatever." I roll my eyes at him. He nibbles at the edge of his mouth. "Do you remember?" He sounds nevrous. I wince, wishing he hadn't brought that up. "Yeah." "We're taking you back home. David wasn't able to heal it all the way." "Wait, why? He's a doctor and a water bender. Shouldn't he be able-" Eric puts his finger against my lips. "I don't know. I learned from him..." He doesn't finish. And his eyes widened. "Could you heal me?" I ask in a whisper. "Maybe. But it's a long shot." I pull back the sheets, and my stomach flips. I'm still wearing the ugly clothes, but the shirt is rolled up and tucked under my bra. My stomach and chest are bandaged up, the white cloth dark red in diffrent places. "Oh God." I say. Eric won't stop staring at me. I put my hand over one of the red spots. It's blood. I push against it. Blood gushes out and covers my hand. Pain explodes inside me and my vision is blurred. "Amber!" Eric whispers. I just stare at my hand, the light catching the deep color. My other hand slithers over to the deep red spot. Eric graps me by the wrist, jerking it back. "Stop. Now." His voice is firm, but his eyes say something diffrent. "Are you crazy?" I jerk my hand back. "No. I'm fine." Am I? Why did I do that? "Maybe your tired." He suggests. "Yeah." I nod, hoping that's it. He turns, going back to sleep on the couch. "Wait." I grab the end of his shirt, touching his skin. His skin is hot, and soft. I shudder. "Come over here." I pat the bed with my other hand. He hesitates. Then, he picks up the sheets and climbs in. My cold skin is instantly becomes warmer. "Thank you." I whisper sleepily. "Just wake me up if your in pain." He says. Yeah right. I rather get stabed again than tell him I'm in pain. Besides, I already hurt. Bad. But I let him pull me closer, and smile as I close my eyes.
  3. *Eric's POV* Amber is so stubborn. But I'm to happy to care. I try to keep her on her back, not wanting her to hurt herself. One of her stiches must have snapped. Her hand is still red from the blood. Why did she do that? For a minute she looked diffrent, almost like she was under a spell. She mumbles something. "What?" I ask. She looks up at me. "Can you do something for me?" Her voice is sweet. "Anything." "Kiss me." Her words shock me. She want's me to kiss her? Her eyes are bright and sleepy. "Please? Before I fall asleep?" I stop fighting with my self and lean down to kiss her. Sparks light up everything. She taste like sugar, her skin soft and smooth. I hold her tighter, not wanting to let her go. When my lungs burn for air I let go. We both gasp for air. Her head finds my chest and she sighs. "Thank you Eric." And her breathing becomes deep and even. What just happened? My head swims. Think of something else, I think. Think about healing. I wish I could heal Amber. But what happens if I hurt her? I don't want to risk that. She's way to important. More now than ever. I reach over and turn off the lights. The moon peaks out of the window, making the small room bright with light. Riley is almost off the chair, the arm of the chair and the blanket the only things holding him there. Tyler is on the ground, and he seems restless. I turn over, something dim making me curious. Amber is glowing. Her skin twinkles slightly. I suck air in quickly, surprised. I've never seen that happen before. Her hair seems like it's sucking in the light, making it darker. And then a cloud passes over the moon and her skin is a milkly white again. I close my eyes, wanting to catch that look of her forever. Sleep finally comes and I want to dream of Amber.
  4. *Amber's POV* Running. That's all there is. My chest hurts, my lungs burn. Breathing gets harder, the air hot and heavy. The laughs echos threw the place, where ever I am. There's just sand, hills of the hot, red sand. "You can't out run me." It laughs again, the sound dark and evil. "I will always follow you." There's a wind picking up. The sand starts rising, small dirt devils twirling around me. They start to merge and I can't out run them. The snitch in my side hurts worse, forceing me to a stop. The huge dirt devil laughs at me, forming a mouth and eyes. "Miss me?" And the sand collapses on me.
  5. I scream, the pain unbearable. I'm hot, to hot. The sand starts burning. I'm on fire. Something grabs my wrist, cool and soft. "Wake up Amber! Wake up!" The dream falls away. My eyes snap open. Riley's face is right by mine, worry all over it. Pain shoots up my spine. I grind my teeth together and he notices. "Are you in pain?" He lightly pushes hair out of my face. His hand catches on something and I look down at my noes. Plastic tubes are up my nose, giving me air. I open my mouth but nothing comes out. My voice seems lost, like the dream. What had I dreamt about? Why did I scream? I had the feeling that it had something to do with heat and laughs. Maybe I was mad. I clear my throat. "I'm fine." I say as loud as I can. My throat is on fire, raw and scratchy. I look around. The room is white. The walls, floor and celing. Even the bed I'm in. The sheets are paper thin, cool and rough. There's dark blue drapes on both sides of me and a chair where Riley is sitting. "Your a horrible liar." He smiles but it looks forced. "How bad is it?" I bite my bottom lip, not wanting to tell. "Amber." He takes my hand. I grip it, wanting the cool feeling to run threw my hand. "It's bad." I admit. "You want me to get David?" he lets go of my hand and stands up. "No." I make a grab for his hand. Pain hits my hand with full force. "It's nothung really. I've had worse." He smiles sadly at me. "I know." My stomach twists. How can he know? Wait. Wait until I get a hold of Tyler. Or Mark. "I know you didn't want to tell us," He sits back down, "but we wanted to know. I mean," He blushes slightly, "I wanted to know you better." "But why about that? It's not a happy story. There's no real good part in it." He looks away. "I've wanted to tell you about me for a while. My story is bad, but compared to yours it's nothing." Anger flares. "Is this a competition to you? Cause I don't find this funny. At all." I want to go off on him again, but just yelling at him has taken energy out of me. I hate getting hurt. He puts his hands out in front of him, in a surrendering way. "No. It's not like that. I didn't want you to pity me. I hate it when people do that." He looks at his feet when he says it. I reach for his hands, which are on the bed. "I won't do that. Trust me, I hate it to." He looks up and for the first time I realize how tired he looks. Black is under his eyes. And his eyes are blood shot. How long has he been here, waiting for me to wake up? "You don't have to tell me about you." I say. "But I want to." He says, gripping my hand.
  6. "I was seven and over at my friends house. His mom's phone went off and she left us alone for, like, five minutes. She came back and was crying. A lot. She told me that my parents got in a car crash and were...dead." He whispered the last word. His hands shake, gripping my hard. "She took me to the hospital. I thought she was going to show me my parents. I panicked. We went up the elevator and the bathroom was across from us when the doors opened. I said I needed to use the bsthroom. When I went in there was another door. I ran out that door and I was on the other side of the hospital. And I just ran." He smiled at the distant memory. The smile wasn't happy in any way. He looked like one of those clowns woth the painted smiles, the real frown under all the fake paint. "I don't know how I survived on my own. But I did. I stayed in the state for, maybe two months. That's when I ment another kid. She was ten, said her parents were drunks and she couldn't stay anymore. We went to New York. Which was easy since I use to live in Vermont. We stayed there for four years. We took what we needed, money, food. She got a job and I said good bye to her. I didn't want to bring her down, so I saved up all the money I had and bought a ticket to California. When I was fourteen I ment other kids, it was like a gang. I joined. Not something I'm proud of. We robbed people, and other things." He ducked his head. Probably because of shame. "I wasn't the strongest person, but I was the fastest. So I did most of the running. One day we were going to steal from a very important person. I didn't want ot do it, so they beat me up. Badly. One of them pulled a knife and I thought I was dead. Then he flew sideways. He hit a wall and something forze his hands there. There were six guys, and it took seconds for Eric to get them off me." "Was it just Eric?" I ask. His jaw flexes. "No. Sam and Trey were there too. They wanted me to come with them, but I didn't want to. I think I was scared they would do someting to me. But, even though I was strong, it took them a few minutes to wrestle me to the ground. For my sake I say it was because I hardly ate." he smiled. "You mean for your dignity?" I smile back at him. He chuckles, and shakes his head. "Yeah. Pretty much. And I'm sure you can guess what happens next." I think about it, happy to have somethign else on my mind besides the stab mark. "They brought you to the house and the rest follows?" I guess. "Yeah. Hey are you ok? Any pain? And I don't want the copout anwser." He smiles at me. "I'm fine. Promise." I sit up and managed not to scream. "You wnat something?" He stands up. "Water please." "Sure." He bends over and kisses my forehead. his lips leave energy pulsing threw my body, and I'm happy. Until he turns around and I see Eric standing in the door way.
  7. Riley freezes and I do to. Eric's face is pure anger and hurt. "Eric." I say. He turns around and stalks out of the room. I don't even think. I throw off the sheets, Riley yelling after me. I'm in regular clothes, thankfully not the open back dress that hospitals make you wear. The pain subsides, which is a huge relief. Eric turns the corner. Wait, why does this place seem familiar? I turn the corner and Eric pushes himself out the door. "Eric!" I yell his name, wanting him to come back. He stops outside, the wind blowing his hair around. I reach the door and fling it open. "Eric! Please stop!" He jerks his head around, surprise on his face. "What do you want? Riley's waiting for you." He points at the door. "He can w ait. Why are you acting like this?" I ask even though I have a pretty good idea. "How many time's have you kissed him?" I'm stunned. "Why do you care?" I glare at him. He throws his hands up in the air. "Because I like you! Ok? Because I care about you and I hate it when the other guys look at you like your theirs!" He breaths heavily, like that took everything out of him. I can't answer. He likes me? My heart flutters and then drops. I do like him, but I like Riley too. And Tyler? I can't take this. Three guys. "What?" He asks, anger no longer lacing his tone. "I-I like you too." I turn around, facing the building. Huh, I'm at the old house. The paint isn't peeling like it was when I came here, it's new. "But," I add, "I have feelings for the others." I hug myself, waiting for him to explode. The wind picks up, blowing my hair in my face. I shiver, and not from the cold. Warm hand grasp my shoulders. "Amber." Eric says softly. I lean into him, craving his heat. He wraps his arms around me, in some kind of awkward hug.
  8. "You ok?" Eric asks. I sigh. Everybody keeps asking me that question. "Yes. I'm just sore, ok?" He pulls me closer. "Well since you tend to lie about this sort of thing, I'm taking you to David." I roll my eyes. We walk back inside. Other kids look at us. I forgot that class is in the afternoon. Kids walk in groups, whispering and laughing. I miss it. I miss my friends. Guilt slithers in my stomach. I've always taken the blame, because it's my fault. "Amber did you hear me?" Eric's shaking my shoulder. "What?" "I said we're here." He points at the door. It's a wooden door with a glass window that takes up most of the top half. David is o the other side, behind a desk. It looks like a regular office, but the door across the room leads to the hospital part of the building. Which is weird because the hospital is a totally diffrent building. He told me that's it's magic. "Thanks." I say. he hugs me. "And tell the truth." He whispers in my ear. He holds me a little longer, and kisses the top of my head. I blush slightly. "See you later." My voice sounds high pitched. Which just makes me blush even harder. And I walk in the office.
  9. David looks up from some papers. He looks surprised. Well that makes the two of us. "Amber?" "Um, yeah. Eric told me I should see you." He walks over to me. "Well yes. Come with me." He grabs a key from his desk and opens the magic door. We walk quickly, and the whole time David looks like he expects me to collapse. Well I've had enough of that, thank you very much. The light changes from soft to florescent. "Sit on the bed." He points to a bed. Huh, it's mine. I sit on the edge, feeling tired and sore. David comes back wearing a white coat. I resist rolling my eyes. He takes his stethoscope from around his neck. "You know the drill." He puts the cold metal against my chest. I breath deeply, sometimes it hurts but not like something's broken. His eyebrows hitch together, his grey eyes intent on what he's doing. "You sound fine. Which is weird because last time I checked your breathing was irregular. I'm going to check your wound. Eric thinks one of your stitches broke." "Stitches?" "Well yeah," He looks at his hands, "the little things, like the scratches and the concussion were easy. I can heal that with water bending. But the dagger that stabbed you was drenched in harpies poison. Harpies poison can't be healed with water. So I had to stitch up the stab wound." He pulls out scissors. David lifts up my shirt in the back. I hear and feel the scissors cutting the hard white cloth. I feel it fall away in the back. He pulls my shirt back down and lifts itup in the front. My stomach is the only thing that shows, there's David being modest. I expect to see a angry red and black line. Maybe even pain. But my stomach is clear. There's nothing there. I gape at my stomach, while David runs his hand threw his red hair. "Well I'll be..." I run my hand over my stomach, feeling fro something. But there's nothing. The skin is smooth and cold. "David?" I whisper. He looks at my stomach then at the ground. He's thinking. "You said I got stitches," I say slowly, "were are they?" He clears his throat. "I have a theory. And I think you just proved it to me."
  10. "What theory?" I ask. He sighs and collapses in the chair. Sometimes I forget how old he really is.  He may only look like he's in his mid-thirties, but he's thousands of years old. Mark is the only one that's comfortable talking about his past. The rest...well it's like stuffing an elephant in a smart car. Impossible. "You know that when you were born there were...complications." "Yeah." I say, nodding. "Well you have never lived if something or someone hadn't helped. Me and Mark think you were healed by the moon." I nearly laugh. The moon? "Wait. Are we talking about 'the moon'? As in the thing in the sky that comes out at night when the sun goes down?" "Yes. The moon was the first water bender. It was also the first healer. Humans learned from the moon, how the moon pushed and pulled at the sea. How the moons glow made everything look new and alive. The moon gave many people hope. And water benders are more powerful durning a full moon. So this is what we think. You were born on new years eve, when everything is new. But you were nearly dead. The moon healed you, giving you a chance at life. Now before you say anything listen to me. Every year on the new year at midnight, if the moon is full, it sends off healing energy. We think it healed you." "Wait. Why do you just jump to this conclusion? Anything could have happened." "Well for starters your eyes were brown. The next day they were the color they are now. And you don't have an aura. It's more like it's in your skin or soul. We think that's why the powers you got didn't come until you were close to death. For example, when you were fighting Thanatos." I sigh. I'm tired, sore, and need to to take a shower. And there's all this. Man, what I wouldn't give to have a day away from all this. "You ok?" He puts his rough hand in my shoulder. "Yeah. I'm just tired. Can I leave?" He smiles. "Of course. Your old room is empty. Has been since you left. But your going to have a new room mate." "Who?" I ask. He just smiles.  "Go and find out."
  11. I walk up the stairs, wishing I had taken the elevator. When I get to my floor I'm huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf. I REALLY hate getting hurt. Maybe if I sleep I'll feel better. There's some students still in the hallway. Probably waiting until they HAVE to get to class. How long ago did I Leave? A year? Do students still remember me, the one that got most of the students killed? I shake my head. Stop thinking about te negative. My door is slightly open, showing me one of the twin beds. I walk in. The bedroom hasn't really changed. The walls have been painted white, not the blue color they used to be. There's no posters left on the walls, no papers scattered across the desk. The beds are all made, the sheets a deep purple. The pillows are black and so are the blankets. The bathroom door is shut and I can hear the water running. I want to take a shower, but I'm to tired to do it. I close the drapes, which cut out 90% of the sunlight. I turn on the little lamp, just so the person can see. I climb in my old bed, feeling the coolness and softness of the sheets. I start falling asleep when I hear the bathroom door open. "Amber?" Emily's voice cones in from the bathroom.

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