Lyndy & Jackson

Chapter 10 - 15

Lyndy & Jackson

Chapter 10-15 / 'Bart'
By; mike hurley

Amy was walking back to the jump office with Aggie. He had gotten a call from Ohanue, she could hear him talking about fishing and canoes. She walked on ahead to give him some privacy, and to think of her awesome first jump and the dream she recently had.

She had an exhilarating first jump; she was scared and excited at the same time, not unlike riding a new roller coaster at an amusement park.

Amy spent the next 10 minutes re-hashing her dream. She did a pretty good job of not thinking about it for several days. Her first jump was over; her skydiving fears had subdued just a little. But her memories of the dream were still fresh and she knew she had to face the sobering realities it foretold. In an odd way, her emotions had shifted since the dream; she was more rattled and scared now about how Ty was feeling than her fears of skydiving. Amy had a gut feeling she could master sky diving and maybe even excel at it. She knew every time she jumped, fear would be staring at her, but her fear of losing Ty was much greater. Her dream had been so vidid, she remembered every detail..........

In her dream, Amy was in Europe on the tour with the Prince. She was in the back seat of a limo being driven a few hours to the next competition. It had been a busy few days, the Prince was demanding as usual, she stared out the window and left her paperwork on the seat. Amy decided she needed 2 hours to calm herself, relax, and enjoy looking at the German countryside. Suddenly the driver stepped on the gas & they were doing 200 mph down the Autobahn, zig zagging in and out of traffic. She gripped her seatbelt as she saw the drivers worried eyes in the rear view mirror. She felt the automatic shocks on the Mercedes straining to keep the car stable and surefooted. They were being chased. She thought of Princess Diana being killed in a terrible high speed chase and crash.

Minutes later she was dragged out of the car, pushed up stairs and into an old house. She was roughly shoved into a chair. Amy was chained up in an empty and cold old house belonging to one of their competitors. A cold draft blew through a long & narrow crack in the wall and gave her the chills. Hours later she was alone, freezing, scared, hungry, thirsty. She had no idea what they did with the driver, he was such a nice man...... The house had no windows and only one door on the front. It was made of 1 foot thick, bullet proof glass. The house was surrounded by a 3 foot thick concrete wall, that was 15 feet high. Amy was worried she was left and forgotten. She yelled and screamed for help.

The hours ticked by & Amy was losing hope. The chains were so tight, they dug into her hands and feet. The temperatures were dropping, & she started shivering. She hated being cold & started crying. Tears dripped down her face, as Ty's name rolled off her lips.

Just as dusk descended on the fortress like house, she heard a vehicle approach that sounded like a cross between a diesel and jet engine, she had never heard anything like it. It stopped outside the walls. She began shivering in fear; & thought maybe her captors had returned to do unspeakable things to her. In a moment there was a huge explosion that shook the floors and walls. The thick front door groaned from a shock wave. Dust and plaster rained down from the purple colored ceiling. Amy coughed from all the dust. She looked out the front door and saw a cloud of dust. As the dust settled she saw an enormous hole in the wall. A turret of a large tank appeared as the dust settled, smoke still billowed from it. The tank was mammoth, and stood taller than the 15 foot wall. She noticed a dusty and scratched Canadian Flag on the tank, and a hatch at the top that suddenly opened. A torn and war scorched Canadian Flag waved back and forth from an antenna. A man climbed out, wearing jeans, boots, and sunglasses. He had on a tattered shirt, torn and ripped by close bayonet fighting. Actually not much of the shirt was left; Amy could see the man's bare chest and arms. He was cut up, bruised, and 3 nasty bayonet slashes across his ribs gave Amy the shivers. She knew he must be in a lot of pain. Whoever this guy was, he was not afraid of a fight. Dried trickles of sweat drew lines down his dusty & dirty abs. He was a mess, but somehow Amy was drawn to him, his torn and disheveled look stirred her emotions.