Chapter 2

Remembering

"Kurt," Amy breathed in disgust.

"Yes, Amy," Kurt said, his normally sweet voice razor-sharp. "That would be my name.

She scowled at him. How could this have happened? She had been tricked twice. She was weak. Her face faltered. She wanted to scream at him, to curse, to remind him of the heart he'd broken, but all she could manage was, "But... why?" He just smirked and pulled out his gun.

"Amy, I'm a Cahill," Kurt said, like it answered everything. The smirk still plastered on his face. He looked almost... smug. Amy knew that it would take a pretty disgusting person to feel smug about hurting someone. She spit at his feet. She would have spit at his face, but she didn't want to look at those eyes any more.

Amy remembered those days. The days when she looked into his eyes and all she could see was warmth and love. The days that, even though she was in the middle of the seemingly endless, horrible clue hunt, she could see hope. Maybe she could have a life after this was all over.

A normal life.

Those days hadn't been too long ago. Not long ago at all, actually. It had been nearly a month since he had reached out to her again, told her that he was a Cahill, and that he should join her on her search for clues.

So many acts of "love." He had danced with her, sung to her, written her poetry and stories. She thought that those had been such sweet things to do. And they would have been, if the whole thing hadn't been a ruse.

Another ruse. Two ruses.

Two ruses too many.

And now it was too late.

But still, even though the ruses had seemed so sincere, Amy had knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that it was too good to be true. For one thing, he was too good to be true. He had possessed no apparent flaws. Now his flaws were apparent, but he had covered up his wickedness and acted so sweetly. Not unlike another dark-eyed boy... Well, she had let her guard down, and here was the consequence.

She decided that she would never let her guard down again. At least, not until this whole clue-hunting thing was over. Never again would she let someone penetrate her walls and bring down the fortress from the inside.

Never again.

A/N

Yeah. You probably don't think it's funny at all, so I laugh. HAHA. I don't know why I think it's funny... my sick sense of humor, I guess.

And sorry for those typos in the last chapter! I didn't catch the video one in my editing, thanks Muse and EOUNT and whoever else pointed that out, but I did correct the "red" thing, FF just didn't listen to me, I guess. (I had originally put "reddish" hair.)

Sorry for the shortness! I am just trying to shoot these chapters out, because I really like this story. :D