Chapter Twelve

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My lips parted, and a huge gasp slid out. "You're WHAT!?" I shouted, standing up. "You said they were all dead!"

Dylan stood up when I did, and walked over to me. "Sit down, please." I could hear his strict voice over my shoulder. Shuddering, I returned to my seat. I was still very frustrated, though.

"Yes yes, we said that. We just wanted to make sure that..." Emma broke off, looking to Dylan for help. Returning to his seat, he then responded.

"We needed you to trust us, we needed to trust you and you wouldn't have understood if we said it in the beginning."

We sat there for a few seconds, until I managed to break the silence.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go to the Preservatory."

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The aircraft that literally demolished me a few hours earlier was now carrying me in the sky. Dylan directed the craft while Emma distracted me.

"So, we asked you about a note before. Remember that?" Emma questioned as we walked down a dimly lit hallway.

"Yeah. I have it right here." Pulling it out of my pocket, I examined the aged paper. I read it out loud to Emma. She asked a few questions, but mainly remained silent.

"These are the three things they wanted me to know.." My voice trailed off, as I pre-read the end of it again. "Number one: Leah's not dead. Number two-" I started, but Emma cut me off.

"Who's Leah?" Emma wondered, stopping in the hall to look at me.

"A... She's- just a friend. A good friend." I replied quickly. I really didn't feel like digging up the memories with Leah. "Anyway, Number two: we put the Henna tattoos on your arms." I was about to read number three, but Emma's troubled look caught me off guard. "What's wrong?"

Emma shook her head, as if it were nothing. "That's just weird they sent a note to you," came her worry. "They normally don't do that." They continued walking down the hall.
"Go on."

"Ok.." I remarked, looking for number three. "Aha.." I mumbled under my breath. "Number three: Luke's not dead." Emma stopped dead in her tracks. Her unrecognizable look turned my blood to ice.

"Emma? Are you ok..?" I stood in front of her, still unable to read her expression.

"Yeah. I just.. Thought you said something else. I should go lie down." She retorted quickly, and turned around. I turned to go with her, but she was gone in the blink of an eye.

Making my way down the deserted corridors, I found my way back to the cockpit. Dylan sat in it, steering the shuttle. He had headphones on, which were to help him navigate, I think. Just as I was about to enter the room, I heard another voice.

With a quick change in path, I escorted myself to the wall. I decided I'd eavesdrop, mainly because I didn't know anyone else was on the ship. I was shocked when I recognized the voice. It was Emma! She said she'd be sleeping, not with... Dylan.

Focusing back on their conversation, I leaned closer to the doorway.

"-not dead." Emma finished, sighing.

"How is that possible? I mean.." Dylan shook his head. "I just don't understand."

My heart started pounding. Who was dead? What were they talking about?

"We killed Luke years ago! I mean, how could he still be alive?"

I didn't even know who that came from. I was just so caught up in the conversation, I didn't notice who said what.

"Don't forget, they gave that note to her before they got bombed. Things have changed, Em. It's nothing to worry about." Dylan softened up, trying to soothe her statement.

"What if he's still alive? We have to do something. We can't let him slip through our fingers again."

That was the last thing I heard before my face came in contact with the ice cold cement.

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