Fire and Ice

Max

AN: Hey guys!  Sorry for not posting in like twenty years... I've been having awful writers block! But now, that I can finally think, I'm back!

I don't know how many more chapters there will be after this, probably somewhere in between five or six. 

Oh, and one more thing! This chapter is kinda confusing, but it will all make sense in the next chapter, so don't worry. Anyways, here you go!

~Rachel

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"Max..." 

As Denver and I walked through the village I pulled my hood up, trying to cover up the tears beginning to brew in my eyes. I looked towards Denver and saw no expression in his face. I sighed, putting my head towards the ground, and grabbed his hand, squeezing it lightly.

"Hey Denver, it's going to be okay..." I said trying to hold back more tears. "We'll find Emmaline and fix all of this... don't worry... I'll..." I suddenly burst into tears.

I buried my head into Denver's shoulder, soaking his cloak. I felt the hot tears roll down my face and my eyes burned, but I kept crying. I was being stared at by people in The Village, but I didn't care. They didn't understand. No one understands. Not even Denver, the one who's always been there for me. 

So there I sat, in the middle of The Village, with my head on Denver's shoulder and his hand rubbing along my back. Him telling me that "It's okay" and that "It'll be fine." When I finally stopped crying, which seemed liked it had been for hours, I pulled myself away from Denver and dried my tears.

"I just..." I hiccuped. "I just can't believe he's gone..." Denver nodded and held out his hand for me to grab.

"It's gonna be okay Max." Was the only thing he said.

"Max..."

"Max... Please... It's... Me..."

We walked until the moon began to set, and then we checked into an old motel close to the end of The Village. The room was small, it had one single bed, a broken tv, a chair, and a small kitchenette in the corner. 

"Since there's only one bed and it's small, I'll get the chair." Denver said setting our bags down. 

"Are you sure? It's actually pretty big, I'm sure we could both fit.."

"No, honestly, it's fine. I insit you get it."

Denver was acting weird, but I couldn't figure out why...

After a dinner of granola, stale bread, and water, it was decided that we would go to bed. Denver sat on the chair and I got the bed, but sleep didn't come. I laid awake, thinking about what had happened, replaying Reuben's death in my head over and over, thinking of all the ways I could've prevented it. I guess I finally fell asleep, because I was awoken by Denver calling my name to wake up."

"Max..." he said, shaking me awake. I opened my eyes, only finding it to be pitch black and Denver still being asleep.

"I must of been hearing things..." I muttered to myself. As I rolled back over I became face to face with someone I would've never expected to see.

"Reuben!" I yelped. "But... but.. you're... I mean Emmaline..." I felt my eyes becoming watery again as I leaned in to hug him. But Reuben seemed, different. He had a stone cold voice and his eyes were a piercing white. 

"Reuben? Is that really you?" I felt his hands reaching up to my neck, and felt them choking me. I couldn't breathe, I was going unconscious. 

"DENVER!" I yelled gasping for air. "help..." I felt Reuben's grip tighten, my breath's becoming shorter. My body felt cold against Reuben's freezing hands. The only thing I could see were those piercing eyes, they gazed into my soul. 

"Reuben..." Suddenly, it was dark.