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The Scientist


How far will one girl go, to save her prince from his world?

Hope you like it. Please tell me what I should fix or change.

O.k., so I know it had nothing to do with Twilight, Bella, or Edward (Well, I did use his name), but still read it and review. I NEED to know what to fix or change.

3. Something Else

Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 3089   Review this Chapter

My head broke the water first. Air tried to come rushing into my lungs, but there was too much water in them. I kept my eyes closed for my conscious was slipping away faster every second. Whoever my savior was, laid me down on the ground. They put their ear to my chest. “She’s not breathing,” the person said. My savior must have been a male. His voice was strong and deep, but yet like the softest velvet in the world. He checked my pulse. “But, she’s still alive. That’s good,” he continued. The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine. I guess he was doing CPR on me, but he lips were so smooth. Even though I was barely conscious, it was one of the best things I had ever experience. I could feel the water coming back up into my mouth. He turned my head to the side, and the water came pouring out of my mouth. I began coughing after all the water was gone. The coughing wouldn’t stop. I felt a warm liquid coming up my throat from my lungs. “Blood!” I heard the strong, velvet voice say right before I passed out. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I woke with my chest hurting. It hurt just to breathe. I opened my eyes slowly, looking at a white-washed, stone ceiling. I glanced to my right. A white-washed, stone wall, but this wall had a window. From what I could see, it was still night. I sat up, looking to see where I was, but was sent into a coughing fit. Luckily, there was no blood. A cold hand touched my back. That was when I realized I didn’t have my shirt on. Actually, I didn’t have anything on my chest. I grabbed the sheets, and quickly covered my boobs. I looked up at the owner of the hand. It belonged to a kind looking man with black hair, pulled back into a low ponytail. He had the prettiest blue eyes. “Are you alright?” the man asked in calm, understanding voice. It was not the voice that had rescued me. I nodded. He saw my embarrass look on my face, and handed me my shirt and bra. He waited till I had gotten my clothes on, before he continued. “I’m Dr. Jase. I’m the Kaiser’s family doctor,” he said. I didn’t know who the Kaiser family was, nor did I care. “I had to give you surgery to scrape out all the salt from the lake in your lungs, but don’t worry you should be fine by now. Just take it slow for awhile. It will hurt to breathe and eat for a few days, but the pain should be gone soon,” Dr. Jase said. “How long have I been out?” I asked him. “Around four hours,” he told me. “So, it’s around one in the morning,” I told myself, laughing. “No, it’s exactly nine twelve,” he told me. I guess by my confused look, he knew something wasn’t right. “Um…what’s your name?” Dr. Jase asked. “Sadie. Sadie Orla,” I told him. “Hmmm… that’s interesting,” he said more to himself than to me. “What?” I asked. “Nothing. Sadie, do you know where you are?” the doctor asked. “Yes. In a hospital, I suppose,” I said to him like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Yes, you are in a hospital, but do you where this hospital is?” he asked me. “No. Should I?” I asked in a scared voice. “You’re in the hospital in Florence Basil,” Dr. Jase told me slowly and calmly. “Wait! What!?!” I nearly screamed in a panicky voice. “Calm down. You’ll pop a stitch in you lungs. Now could you please tell me what your last memory was? If you can remember,” he said in a soothing voice. “My last memory? Um… the last thing I remember was falling in the lake, and Tyson jumping after me. Then, grabbing a hold on someone’s hand, which pulled me to the surface. That’s about it,” I ended my recap in a low voice, almost a whisper. “Wait! Where’s Tyson,” I asked, the thought just hitting me. “There’s no Tyson here,” he told me, “but if I am correct,” he pressed on before I could interrupt, “When you hit the lake, you went through a portal. Not a time portal, but a space portal, a world portal. And you friend, Tyson, must’ve not have made it to the portal in time before it closed.” Thinking about all he had said, made me remember something. I never did hit the bottom of the lake. Which was weird because of the altitude of the fall and my weight, should’ve made me sink to the ground, but I didn’t. “I have a question. How come I landed in the lake around eight thirty p.m., and four hours later it is nine p.m. here?” I asked Dr. Jase. “Good question,” Dr. Jase responded thinking hard, “I’m guessing you world and ours are on a different times. This whole incident is a mystery to me.” “One more question,” I told him. “Go on,” he urged. “Am I free to leave?” I asked him with high hopes. “Sure, but remember take it slow and easy. I’ll send you a notice, when it’s time for a check-up. It may be a while. It tends to get busy around here. Come back if you coughing or breathing worsen, if you have constant sharp pains in your chest, or if you start coughing up blood again. Got it?” Dr. Jase said, dismissing me from the hospital. “Thank you so much, Dr. Jase,” I told him, then slipped out the door. I stepped into a grey stoned hallway. On one side were huge windows that over looked a garden. Most of the flowers were either purple or white or both. Sometimes a pink flower showed up here and there, but very rarely. On the other side of the room, were paintings. By the looks of it, they were all doctors. The closest one to me dated back to over seven hundred years ago. The hallway almost seemed deserted, except for Dr. Jase humming one of Mozart’s symphonies. I began walking down the hallway to the right. It had two doors, and another hallway connecting into it. I was deciding whether or not I should go down the hallway or not, when someone ran into me. I was thrown off my feet to the ground, almost knocking the wind of me. “I’m sor…ry…” said the person that ran into me. That voice. I knew that voice. It was the same deep, strong, but yet like soft velvet voice. Except not as much panic in it, more flustered this time and more excitement. Still, I would know it anywhere. I looked up to the owner of the voice. Whoa! He was above gorgeous and beautiful, more like godly. If Tyson Fitch was a nine point three, this guy would be off the scale. He put Tyson to shame. He was tall, and his body was nothing but muscle. His skin was a beautiful tan, one that girls would die for, but a tan you could only get naturally. He had dirty blonde hair, but it was different somehow. I guess it was blonde with little brown streaks in it, instead of the other way around. It was shaggy, but not too shaggy, just passed the middle of his ears. I saved his eyes for last. They were the prettiest, most unique eyes I had ever seen. His left eye was grey, and his right eye was the color of violet. I have heard of people having violet eyes, but I’ve never actually seen them. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever, but were actually only a few seconds. I could see the bigger of the two doors open, and men who looked like guards came running out. The guy grabbed my hand, and pulled me too my feet. He started running again down the hallway I was fixing to go down, dragging me right behind him. “Wait! Where are you taking me? I don’t even know who you are? Why did you save me? Why are those men chasing you?” I asked, asking the questions as soon as they popped into my head. “I’m Edward. Edward Kaiser,” he said still running at full speed. God, I loved his voice, actually I loved him. “You didn’t answer my oth-” I tried to say, but was cut off by a coughing fit. I knew all this running wasn’t good for my lungs. I stopped; hoping that is would make me quit coughing. The next thing I know, Edward had slung me onto his back, and started running again, this time taking a left turn down another hallway. “What! Put me down! Now!” I commanded him. “Sorry, I don’t have the time,” he said before taking a right turn. I glanced back over my shoulder. We had lost the guards. Thanks goodness. I think. I looked around where we were running. Door after door went whizzing past us. Edward finally stopped in front of a door. He set me down, and opened it, pulling me right behind him. “Lost them,” Edward said panting, his voice was a whisper. We were in what seemed a dark room with stuff all around us. “Where are we?” I asked in a whispered voice. “In a cleaning closet in the servant wing,” he said. His panting had stopped. At that moment I realized how close we were. My chest was almost against his big, broad one. I could feel his hot, minty breathe on the top of my head. It wasn’t a peppermint mint flavor, more like a sweet mint, something that had a hint of vanilla flavor in it. I looked up, with little light that came through the crack at the bottom of the door; I could see he towered over me. “How tall are you?” I suddenly blurted out. Why, why, why did I say that? He snickered. “Six, six,” he replied, “Why do you ask?” “Uh…I just thought you really tall. That’s all,” Wow! He was fifteen inches taller than me. I hope he couldn’t see my face because it must’ve been beet read. “I’m just slightly above average,” he said still snickering. “Slightly?” I said sarcastically. “My whole family’s tall. What do you expect? Have you ever considered that you might be really short?” Edward questioned me. “I’m just slightly below average,” repeating his exactly what he said, but changing only one word. “You got me-” he suddenly stopped “What?” I asked him. “Shhh!” “Damn it! We lost him,” I heard a voice say. I’m guessing it was one of the guards. “Watch your mouth. If Her Majesty catches you, you can bet you’ll be in the dungeons faster than the speed of light,” another voice said. “The King will not be happy about this. That’s twice today,” the first voice said. “Let’s continue searching for him. Check every room, the second voice commanded. “Come on. Follow me,” Edward told me. I could hear him turning around, and moving cleaning supplies out of the way. “Are you crazy? We’re in a closet,” I said, really thinking he was crazy. “This used to be an emergency passage out of the castle, but now it’s used as storage. There,” he said lifting up a trapped door on the floor. “I’ll jump down first, and then, you can follow. Just grab the handle to pull it close,” he told me, and then jumped. I heard a soft thud, how could he jump so gracefully? “You ready?” I called down to him. “Alright, jump!” As he said it, I jumped making sure I pulled the trap door shut right behind me. I landed in his big, muscular arms. It almost felt natural for me to be there. He put me down gently, not letting me go until my feel were firmly on the ground. There was hardly any light down here, except for a candle lit here and there, just enough to see where we were going. “Why were those guards chasing you?” I asked him. “Exactly for this reason.” “For going out of the…” I said trying to think of where were going out of. “Castle? Yeah. My parents don’t think it’s proper for me to leave the castle unless for political reasons or special occasion,” he told me. “Proper?” I asked in a confused voice. “Yeah. Now that I think about it, we haven’t properly introduced ourselves yet,” Edward said changing the topic of conversation. “Um, o.k., I’ll go first,” I volunteered. “My name is Sadie Orla. I’m fifteen years old, and I’m a sophomore in high school. I live with my dad, Phillip Horst. My mom decided to keep her maiden name after she got married. So, my mom and dad said when they have kids, the girls would get my mom’s last name, and the boys would get my dad’s,” I explained to him, seeing his confused look. “Orla, that’s a peculiar name,” he said. “Dr. Jase said something like that,” I told him. “Sorry for the interruption, please continue.” “My mom died when I was three, from an illness. My dad had to raise me ever since. He’s always busy with work, so he’s never around off pays much attention to me. “Sounds like you’re pretty lonely at home.” “Yeah, I guess you could say that, but I have my friends at school. I get by,” I said thinking about my friends, and what they must be doing right now. I felt a pain in my chest at the thought of my friends. I wish they knew I was safe. “I would choose loneliness over everything in my life,” Edward told me. “What do you mean?” “Alright, I’ll start from the beginning, and don’t judge me too harshly,” he said. “I won’t,” I told him. “My name is Prince Edward Kaiser of Basil, but most people call Prince Edward or Your Royal Highness,” he stopped speaking to look and study my expression. “A pr…pr…prince!?! Wha- how- huh?” the words were just tumbling out of my mouth without any sequential order or sense. “I’m sorry if I had offended you in any way, shape, or form! Please forgive me! I’m so sorry! Should I have been calling you Prince-” he placed an index finger over my mouth that was running a hundred miles per house, to silence me. “Please, call me just Edward. It will be nice for someone beside my inner family to call me Edward.” “O.k. …Edward. Just Edward. Got it,” I told myself, “Continue, please.” “I’m seventeen, and I just graduated from high school. See in my world, you’re an adult when you turn seventeen. “My father is King Rian Kaiser, and my mother is Queen Loreina Kaiser. I have three sisters and one brother. There names are Amira, Lorcan, Sarane, and Damita. Amira is twenty; Lorcan is nineteen; Sarane is thirteen; and Damita is eight. “My siblings and I don’t get along very well, especially Amira, Lorcan, and me. Amira isn’t very happy with the rule that princes always have more power than princesses. It doesn’t matter if the prince is younger than the princess. “Lorcan hates that I sneak out the castle, and don’t abide by the laws. Actually he hates that I have more freedom than he will ever have in his whole life, even if it’s just a little freedom. “I hate this life. Everyone thinks it’s great to be Royal, but it’s not. It’s like I’m chained up inside these stone walls, never knowing what freedom is. Always having everything you do planned out already, always having someone telling what to do, what to say, what to wear. “That’s not even the half o fit. What I hate the most of this life is the expectations. I always have to be just as good as Lorcan, but never better. I can never out shine him, even for one second. I always have to be in his shadow. “Eventually, I got to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore. I just had to get out. Out of the caste, and out of the cage. Although I get punished when I return home, it’s always worth it,” he finished telling me about his life. Wow! I thought my life was hard at times. “You make my life seem so boring and ordinary,” I said to him. “Nah. I would love to have your life.” “The grass is always greener on the other side.” “That is completely true,” Edward said laughing. His laugh was like music to my ears. One of the most beautiful wounds I have ever heard. “Where exactly are we going,” I asked him, thinking it had been awhile since we entered the passage. “A place I like to go, when I want to feel like a normal person.” “At nine forty-five at night?" “Yep. I want to go visit some old friends of mine. Since it’s a full moon, they’ll be staying up late tonight. “Why at night, though. Couldn’t you see them during the day?” I asked him. “Well, being who I am, I can’t really go out in broad daylight without attracting much attention. Plus, all the action takes place at night.” “But, you still go out in broad daylight, don’t you? You had to, since you rescued me.” “True, but where we’re going, and what we’re going to do, only happens once every full moon.” “So, what are we going to do?” I asked. “I don’t know. It changes every month,” he explained, seeing my puzzled look, “You’ll just have to wait and see.” At that, he opened another trap door, and climbed out of the passage. He reached a hand out to me. I grabbed a hold of it, which sent me back into a flashback.