Thank you my fabulous reviewers! You all make me smile  ! A LOT! Please, if you have any torture ideas besides the ones already posted, tell me! Capegio gave me some great ones: Ripping off fingernails, breaking fingers, sexual harassment, branding, and whipping. And Sentimental Star gave me a great mental torture idea. RBYS SHOULD be posted sometime next week and if it isn't, plz don't flame! This is a very sad chapter, so get the tissues. Oh, the reason the whole classes came was for moral support and I like a lot of people worrying about my fave characters. I have decreased the size of the classes because they're for the advanced kids only (actually there were too many kids). Peter's class- 5 boys, Susan's class- 4 girls, Lucy's class- 6 girls, and this does not include the Pevensies. But they don't do much.

Disclaimer: Same as the last chapter!

Now enough of my babbling ENJOY!

The girls slowly made their way down the hallways. To them, it was like an endless maze and the end never seemed within reach. All they wanted was to get to their brothers, but time seemed to slow down. Finally, FINALLY, they reached a room labeled 105B and through the door they could almost hear the beeping of machines.

Their guide knocked on the door and a tall, black haired boy opened the door. Susan remembered him, 'Will…something' she thought. She remembered him come over the house once, mostly because he wouldn't stop flirting with her. Peter had been so mad, Edmund was in hysterics, and Lucy hadn't known what the heck was going on.

"Hello, Susan. Hello, Lucy. I was just leaving." And with that, he followed the nurse back down the hall and out of sight. The girls carefully entered the room and crept over to the bed which held their brother. The moment their sight fell upon him, tears filled their eyes and emotions went on a wild rampage.

Quietly, they moved towards the bedside and pulled up two chairs right beside each other. Peter lifted his head and looked at their already tear-stained faces. He nodded his head in welcome, but no words were spoken; they were all in too much shock.

After what seemed like hours, but were only a few minutes, Susan spoke up, her voice choked with tears.

"How long have you been here?"

"About an hour." He didn't even look up, for his eyes were fastened on his little brother.

"Peter?" Lucy looked up at her eldest sibling.

"Yes Lu?"

"Can't I just go get my cordial to help cure Ed?" Peter smiled an extremely weak smile.

"You know it won't work in this world, and we can't bring him to Narnia because he would surely die if we tried to move him."

"But he won't die! He can't die!" Her sobs were now freely flowing. Susan gently wrapped her arms around the family's youngest and tried to comfort her.

"Shhh, it's okay Lu, Ed's going to be okay." At this point Susan couldn't tell if she was trying to encourage her sister or herself more.

"But what if he does die, Susan! What if he does! We're all we have left! He just can't die!" Lucy's sobs were uncontrollable, and she did have a point. Although when they died they would all go to Narnia, it still wouldn't be the same.

Susan wiped away Lucy's tears just as some where piling up in her eyes.

"Don't worry. I…I'm sure Ed will make it through. He's made it through similar problems before." Peter's statement was true. Edmund had mad it through dozens of similar problems; mostly because he wasn't afraid to jump in front of a sword or arrow aimed for one of his siblings.

"Yeah remember two years after our coronation." The other two nodded solemnly at the memory.

Two years after the coronation:

"EDMUND PEVENSIE, GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" And extremely angry Queen Lucy the Valiant stomped through the various hallways at Cair Paravel. Now, everyone in Narnia and even beyond knew that it took an awful lot to make the youngest monarch angry, and when someone somehow managed to do it, everyone knew. Right now, it would appear that her second older brother just happened to be that someone.

"WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, THEY'LL BE CALLING YOU KING EDMUND THE DISFIGURED!" Oh yes, she was mad. By now everyone in Cair Paravel had heard her and they were either hiding or pausing in fear; for an angry Lucy, is DANGEROUS Lucy, and a dangerous Lucy is a Lucy you DO NOT want to meet in a dark ally…or anywhere else for that matter.

"I SAID I WAS SORRY, BUT…!" The pathetic cut off cry of King Edmund was heard throughout the castle and the two thoughts going through everyone's mind was either, 'What has he done now?' or 'He should have kept his mouth shut, then she would have a harder time of finding him.'

"SORRY DOES CUT IT MISTER 'LUCY I ACCIDENTALLY DROPPED YOUR FAVORITE DRESS INTO THE SEA!'" Now EVERYONE was hiding; even King Peter and Orieus were in hiding. Poor, poor Edmund.

"I DIDN'T DO IT THOUGH!"

"THEN TELL ME, O DEAR BELOVED BROTHER, HOW MY FAVORITE GOWN THAT WAS GIVEN TO ME BY THE KING OF ARCHENLAND JUST HAPPENED TO END UP IN THE GREAT EASTERN OCEAN!" Oh yeah, Edmund was in trouble.

"I DON'T KNOW!"

"SURE YOU DON'T!"

"LUCY, I SWEAR ON MY LIFE THAT I DON'T KNOOOO- AHHHHHHHHH!"

Mad as Lucy was, she could tell a fake scared scream from a real scared scream, and Edmund wasn't faking it. Fear overtook her and all of her anger vanished.

"EDMUND, ARE YOU ALRIGHT!" No answer.

"EDMUND!" Still no reply. The young queen was no longer stomping, but was instead walking very cautiously.

"EDMUND, IF THIS IS A JOKE, IT IS NOT FUNNY!" She came to a long corridor made entirely of windows that faced out onto the ocean. Lucy was nearing the end when something caught her eye. It was a broken window, but the strange thing was that the broken glass was strewn all over the floor and not in the water. It was as if someone had broken INTO the castle. Then she found it; the blood. It was covering the glass and it was still sticky and warm; new blood.

Gathering her wits, Lucy slowly walked over towards the window and looked out. There in the water was Edmund's silver crown, surrounded by white foam (A/N: You know when someone has jumped into the water, white foam surrounds the spot where they landed). Piecing two and two together, Lucy's eyes widened in dead fear.

"OH. MY. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed so loudly that even Mr. and Mrs. Beaver could hear her from their dam.

Edmund still hadn't mastered swimming.

People rushed out from their hiding spots and hurried towards the scream; Susan and Peter in the lead. They reached Lucy in a matter of seconds. They found her kneeling on the floor, tears streaming down her face, face pale, and hands clamped over her mouth. That and seeing the blood and broken glass, immediately told everyone that something was horribly wrong.

Peter and Susan cautiously crept over towards their stunned younger sister and wrapped and arm around her. Susan was the first to speak.

"Lucy, what happened?" Her voice was soft and gentle, but that still didn't hide the worry.

"Edmund..." The younger queen whispered through her hands as new tears fell from her eyes.

"Lucy, what happened to Edmund?" Peter spoke softly, but everyone could see the worry sketched all over his face.

"He…he…" Unable to form a sentence, Lucy slowly moved her hands away from her mouth and shakily raised them to point at the blood and then at the broken window.

"Lucy…" Susan and Peter's eyes were as wide as their dinner plates. The eldest monarch slowly got up and carefully walked over towards the broken window. Looking out, he too saw the silver crown.

"Peter…" Susan's soft voice brought Peter from the window. In her hand was a small piece of parchment. On it was a short note written in blood; Edmund's blood.

"To the Monarchs of Narnia-

You may have destroyed the Queen Jadis, but you have not destroyed us; her loyal subjects. For your insolence, your brother shall die before the moon has risen. I hope all of Narnia has their funeral wear ready. Your brother's body will lie at the bottom of the ocean's cave forever.

-Captain of the Ice Queen's Royal Guard"

Everyone was silent. No one spoke or moved; they were in too much shock. Susan and Lucy were the first to make a move; crying. Peter came next, but while he had tears running down his face, he was still able to speak.

"Orieus?" The centaur turned his head to look at his king. His eyes softened when he saw the king's face.

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"I want all of our best warriors to be ready to leave within the hour." And with that said, Peter walked over towards his weeping sisters, picked Lucy up and helped Susan to stand, and slowly made his way towards the throne room.

Soon the crowd dispersed and they went around to all the people they could find and told them of the horrible news. Orieus galloped away and went off to find all of the best warriors he could.

Within the hour Peter's Talking Horse, James had been saddled up, the party was ready, the Spleandour Hyaline was ready to set sail, and Lucy and Susan were enraged. They wanted to go with Peter and the others, but their older brother wouldn't hear of it. He told them that it was too dangerous for them and that they had stay behind. Although they wanted to go with all the fiber of their being, Peter was still the High King and the girls had to obey him; no matter how much they disliked it.

"Be careful Peter." Susan gave Peter a big hug before Lucy ran up to him and just about squeezed him to death.

"You had better come back Peter." She cried and slowly let him go. Gripping her hands, Peter kneeled down and lifted up Lucy's chin.

"I'll be back before you know it and I'll bring Ed back with me." He smiled kindly at his youngest sister.

"Bring Ed back safely." Susan hugged him again.

"I will, don't worry." He whispered into her ear and then left to mount his horse. Fifteen minutes later, the Royal Ship was released from the dock, and Edmund's rescue party was off.

An hour later: The Spleandour Hyaline

"Your Majesty?" Peter turned to see first mate Devon Skeler looking at him.

"Yes Devon?"

"We have reached a spot of land. Do you wish to dock?"

"Yes, please, thank you Devon." Devon turned and walked off, leaving the High King to his thoughts.

"Oh Edmund, where are you?" Peter sighed as one lone tear rolled down his face.

"Sire, we have docked."

"Thank you Captain." The Captain nodded and went to tend to the ship. Peter turned his body and started to walk down towards the ramp that led towards the land. (A/N: Okay, from here they are going to take little bubble pods that was made for them by the Naiads. They have to get underwater somehow.)

"M'lord, the pods are ready."

"Good Orieus. I want everyone to pair up into groups of four and then we will set out." Orieus bowed and went off to inform the creatures.

Ten minutes later, the party was under the water and was searching frantically for the young king.

"Do you see anything Paul?" Paul, the faun, was the third-in-command and as such, was stationed with the King.

"No Your Majesty, I…" He trailed off as Peter put up a hand to silence him.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what, Sire?" Suddenly a loud, high pitch sound erupted from the left.

"That."

"Oh." Reaching for the communicator made by the dryads, Peter sent an alert message to all the pods, telling them to pull into the small cave to the right.

Once inside, everyone assembled and followed the king further into the cave. A while and many dead ends later, the group stopped when they heard the sound of whimpering.

"Your Majesty, did you hear that?" Orieus whispered to his king. Peter nodded and started walking.

"Not to be rude Sire, but get back here!" Someone in the crowd whispered, but the High King did not listen.

Putting his ear against the wall to his left, Peter could just make out the muffled voices on the other side.

"Awww, does the little king miss his family?" A cold voice mocked. There was a moment of silence before the crack of a whip was heard, followed by another whimper.

"Poor, poor King Edmund. You know what? I bet your siblings are throwing a party at your disappearance." This made Peter mad. By the looks of it, it also made the rest of the party, who had come to join the king in eaves-dropping, angry as well.

"You're wrong! My siblings care about me, I know they do!" A small, raspy voice said; it was Edmund.

"Men, I want this wall blown down." Peter whispered to his men. Before he pulled away, he heard this last line.

"Oh yeah, then where are they?" The wall was blown down by setting gas along the edge and setting fire to it.

The party stepped into the room which held the younger king and his kidnapper.

"Right here!" Peter yelled in anger. This anger doubled when he saw his little brother.

Edmund was chained to the wall and he was simply covered in blood. He had a large gash across the side of his face and down to his torso, whip marks across his legs and stomach, and two knife wholes in each of his arms. All in all, he looked like he went to Calormen and back.

"You're going to pay for this!"

"Oh yeah? Try and hit me then!" The kidnapper was covered in a black cloak (A/N: Original I know. sarcasm) and all that could be seen was a pair of blood red eyes. He swiftly moved towards the exit, but was blocked by Orieus.

"Why don't have some fun with my little friends." He pulled a lever on his right and from out of nowhere some of the most ugliest creatures Peter had ever seen appeared.

They were like giant blobs of puke green slime, with eyes and noses (A/N: Use your imagination).

"Okay…that's gross." The other men nodded in distaste. As easy as it may seem to destroy giant blobs, it really isn't. Everything thrown at them was either sucked into their bodies or bounce back. They seemed indestructible.

While the fighting was going on, Peter somehow managed to get over to his little brother and free him of the bonds that held the younger boy to the stone wall. He raised the boys head so that Ed could se him. Edmund gave his older brother a small smile, but then he saw all the fighting.

"Peter, you came?" Peter was almost drawn to tears at that statement. How could Ed think that he wouldn't come?

"Of course I came, how could I not?" Edmund smiled and drew his head up to whisper into his ear.

"Go for their eyes; then run them through the stomach." Peter stared at the younger king and then smirked.

"MEN! GO FOR THE EYES! THEN RUN THEM TROUGH THE STOMACH!" The men did so and soon all of the gross…things…were dead.

"Stay right here." Peter then put Edmund gently back onto the ground. He rushed over towards the escaping kidnapper and in a second the mysterious man was dead with a sword through the heart.

Cleaning his sword, Peter hurried back towards his baby brother, who was now having trouble breathing. The older king picked up the younger child and cradled him in his arms.

"Your Majesty?"

"Yes, Orieus?"

"Shall I get the pods ready?"

"Yes, thank you." And with that Peter and his party exited the cave with a new mission; get King Edmund home before it's too late.

Within the day, Edmund was back at Cair Paravel all bandaged up and unconscious.

The monarchs sat by his side all through the night and the next day.

"Oh, it's all my fault!" Lucy said. "If I hadn't been chasing him for something he didn't do then he wouldn't be like this!" Susan leaned over and embraced her.

"Shhh, it's okay, Lu, it's okay."

"No it's not, Edmund could die!"

"Edmund won't die, Lucy."

"Yeah, if I was going to die, I would have done it by now." A quiet, husky voice said. The three siblings' heads whipped around and stared with tear filled eyes at their brother.

"EDMUND!" Lucy cried in happiness and leapt onto the medical bed, giving her older brother a huge hug.

"Careful Lucy." Peter tried to get his sister off, but Ed waved him away.

"It's alright Peter, she isn't hurting me." Pete and Susan nodded and then smirked.

"In that case…" Susan trailed off as she and Peter joined the hug, just marveling in the fact that their brother wasn't dead.

Present time:

"Ed really pulled through that week." Susan said as she gripped her little brother's hand.

"I never did find out who relieved me of my favorite dress." The other two laughed, but it was short lived. Edmund soon went into a coughing fit and his brother and sisters couldn't stop it.

"Lucy, go get a doctor!" Peter yelled and Lucy hurried out of the room.

She ran down various hallways until she came upon a doctor who could help.

"Please sir, my brother is not doing well, could you please come and take a look?"

"Of course." She led him back towards the room where Edmund's coughing was only getting worse.

"Oh dear. Would you children please step outside for a moment?" The Pevensies stepped out side just in time to see some more doctors and nurses rush into the room.

"Peter, what's going on?" Lucy cast a nervous glance at her brother. He looked at her with a deep frown and sad eyes.

"I don't know Lu, I really don't know." Lucy started to cry as they all made their way into the waiting room where their friends met them.

"Susan, what's wrong?" Susan just shook her head vigorously, as the tears poured out of her eyes.

"Peter, what happened?" Peter took a deep breath.

"Edmund stopped breathing."

"Oh, Peter, I'm so sorry."

"They're trying to get him to breathe again."

An hour later and there was still no news on Edmund. Doctors had been in and out of his room for the past sixty minutes and no one would tell them anything.

Finally after what seemed like forever, a young woman came out slowly and motioned the Pevensies to her. They walked over silently, suddenly very scared.

She smiled a sad smile. "We are very sorry children, but we are afraid that your brother just didn't have the strength to pull through." That did it for Susan and Lucy; they just broke down into their now only brother and wept. Peter was in total shock; Edmund had always managed to pull through before, why couldn't he do it now?

"Would you like to say good-bye?" Peter nodded a numb nod and slowly guided his distressed sisters back towards Edmund's room.

Upon there entrance, only the doctor Lucy had fetched was still there. He left as soon as they came in. On the bed, lay Edmund, but all the needles and tubes were gone.

The children made their way towards the bed and grasped Edmund's hands. Susan and Lucy were sobbing and their tears fell into Edmund's slightly opened mouth. Then, suddenly, for the first time in years, Peter cried. He felt like a part of him had been ripped out. His tears fell into the younger child's mouth as well and through all of their sobs, the children didn't hear the faint hum of the only remaining machine come back to life.

"Why Ed! Why!" Peter yelled as he tightened his grip one his little brother's hand. As he did so, he heard something.

"Look up, my children. Look up." It was the voice of Aslan. The Pevensies did as he told and suddenly saw the lone machine. Their hearts leapt with joy at the sight. For it showed a slow heartbeat; Edmund was NOT dead. Susan jumped up and left the room to go find the doctor.

She returned a moment later with an astounded doctor.

"Well, I'll be!" He was truly in shock; no one had ever come back from the dead like that.

He hooked Edmund back up to the machines and left to go inform his colleagues. After seven more doctors and three nurses, the Pevensies were finally left alone.

"Peter, will Ed be okay?"

"I believe so Lu, I really do." There was silence then, and there was silence for the rest of the evening. Their friends had gone back home, so now they were alone again.

The next morning, Peter was awoken by a slight pressure in his hand. As it appeared, so had Susan and Lucy. A light groan was heard and slowly, a little too slowly for Peter's taste, Edmund's chocolate brown eyes opened.

"Peter? Susan? Lucy?" He looked around wildly.

"Shhh, it's okay Ed, it's okay." Susan, as gently as her name suggested, reached over and ran her fingers through his dark hair.

"We're here Ed, and we won't be leaving anytime soon." Peter smiled through his tears and Lucy, unable to control her own joy, threw herself onto the bed and enveloped her arms around her brother. Peter and Susan, like so many years ago, did the same; happy tears flowing down their faces. Only one thought went through their minds.

'We love you Edmund. We love you more than life.'

"Peter?" A now almost fully recovered Edmund looked up at his older brother.

"Yes Ed?"

"GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE!" Definitely more than life.