Some time later I fall on my bed. I don't know what time it is. All I know is that Carl is beside me, like always, and that I'm tired. "Going to sleep," I tell him. I sit up and walk over to my bed. I pull out one outfit from my bag that I specifically remember grabbing from Charolette's house. A short, gray tank top and a pair of blue night shorts. They're pretty short too. "Gotta change," I point to the door.
"Really?" I nod. "Izzy I'll look away if it bugs you, but I don't feel like getting up," he says lazily.
"Look away," I instruct. He better look away.
Just for extra measure I turn my back to him. I pull my shirt off quickly and replace it with the tank top. I unbutton my jeans and pull them down. I slide the shorts up my legs and I feel better. I turn around and see Carl looking at the ceiling. I find that a little suspicious. I guess it doesn't matter. I walk back over and lay down beside him. I slide under the blankets and shut my eyes. "Izzy?"
"Can I kiss you?"
"Because. I could lose you at anytime. The world isn't safe anymore and I want to kiss you as much as I can," he explains with a hint of humor in his voice.
"Yes. Don't have to ask."
He rolls over and looks at me, narrowing his eyes. Then he leans forward a few inches so that our lips touch. His are soft and warm against mine. His arm holds me against him. I feel safe in his arms. Like nothing can hurt me. I can almost forget about the world around me. For a moment we just sit there our lips still touching, our lungs sharing the same air. He pulls back a few inches and looks me in the eye. "I love you," he whispers.
"Love you too," I say and soon I fall asleep in his arms.
Morning comes fast. I don't want to get up, so I don't. I just lay there with my eyes closed. I can tell Carl is still asleep because of his calm, heavy breathing. I sigh. I'm not tired, but I don't want to get up and walk around with nothing to do. I roll over so I am facing Carl. I open my eyes and see that his face is closer than I thought. Its just a few inches away. I pull back a little bit and examine his face. His hair is a tangled mess, and he has dark circles under his eyes. He hasn't been sleeping to good since I got shot. I squeeze my eyes tightly and force myself to go back to sleep.
*Carl's point of view*
I feel someone yank my arm. I sit up and look around. I see a man. Why the freak cant they leave us alone?! There is 2 of them. One has a gun pointed at Izzy's head and they other as a gun pointed at me. "What do you want?" I snap.
"You. Either you come with us or we kill her and then we make you come with us. Now what's it going to be?" he sneers.
"What do you want?" I ask again.
"Your group has been causing a lot of problems. Now we are going to end it. We kidnap you and we use you to get this prison. Then if they wont give it up then we kill you and take it from them," he explains.
"Why are you telling me your plan?"
"Because you'll never live to tell anyone. They wont give up this place for a little kid," he shrugs.
"Then why me? Why wont you take someone that they will give this place up for?" They don't know I'm the leader's son. They don't understand how important I am.
"Because it will shock them to see a little kid being killed," he says flatly, like its no big deal that they're going to kill me. I have to go. They'll kill Izzy.
"How do you guys keep getting in here?"
"The back fence. No one has been guarding there for awhile now."
"Okay. Lets go."
I slide off the bed, careful not to wake Izzy and stand up. The man puts the gun up to my head as we walk. I guess he's afraid I'll try and run away. I'm not. Sometimes I would love to just give up and that's what I'm going now. I don't know if my dad will give up the prison for me. All I know is I'm saving Izzy and right now that's a good enough reason to die.
*Izzy's point of view*
I wake up again and stretch. I'm surprised when I don't feel anyone beside me. I look at the empty space beside me. Where's Carl? He wouldn't leave me here by myself. Would he? No. I stand up slowly and change back into my normal clothes. I walk over to his cell. I look in almost expecting to see him working on his gun or something, but he isn't there. I check the other cells, but I only find little kids sleeping on their bed. No Carl. I walk outside and check the field. He isn't there either. I walk around for a little bit. I'm starting to worry now. Where is he? I see Rick up ahead and I walk as fast as I can to him. "Rick! Do you know where Carl is?" I ask him urgently
He shakes his head. "No I thought he was with you," he narrows his eyes.
"He was, but when I woke up he was gone," I say. He's gone, but where could he have went. He wouldn't leave me. He couldn't.
"I don't know. I'm going to send out a group of people to search for him."
"Okay," I nod my head slowly. There is one question that is haunting my mind. What if we don't find him?