Hello everybody! Long time no see! I have a feeling that many of you right now are virtually throwing daggers at me, for I ended "Undercover" with a huge cliffhanger and then never came back.

I just wanted to let you all know that I am soooo unbelievably sorry! I entered high school and life has been pretty hectic, and I've always been trying to get some of my writing work such as my short stories and poems published. I have been successful in doing so, and my longing for Fanfiction was severe, and I knew I had to come back!

So anyways, for those who are not familiar with "Undercover", I suggest you check it out! You can find it at the bottom of my profile. You do not need to have read "Undercover" to completely understand this sequel, but I definitely suggest you do! So without further ado... Enjoy!

Previously in "Undercover":

Cammie's P.O.V

"This is pretty amazing... truly amazing. For once, I can forget about the Circle of Caven, forget about your insane mother, and just be with the man I love." I grinned. I slid my arms up Zach's body, wrapping them loosely around his neck. I leaned in slowly, and as I pressed my lips against his, it seemed as if everything around us had paused. That strange feeling of butterflies swirled around in my stomach anxiously, and honestly, I didn't want to pull away. I continued to kiss him, and the magic had remained. It felt as if almost all eyes had been on us, that this kiss was the news of the century. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Macey grabbing Liz and Bex's hands and jumping up in excitement. Oh yeah... definitely the best night of my life.

Yet, of course... every good thing must come to an end at some point. For my high ambitions for a peaceful, non-dramatic prom, were whisked away from my mind. Everything that could have gone wrong, well... I believe it did. For this night, was going to end with a bang.

Zach's P.O.V.

Everything was in slow-motion. It was as if each and every little movement of her body was flashing by as pictures, each displaying itself for only a few seconds. Yet as much as I attempted to catch her and keep her safe, my body moved in a sluggish manner. I did not feel weak, nor did I feel restrained. It felt as if I was literally being torn away from her grasps, and I had to watch the petrified look on her face as she fell to her fate.

Bex's P.O.V.

In a situation like the one we are in at the moment, there is no time to react. It occurs unexpectedly, and once you feel the initial blow, there's no running or hiding. There's only praying for your life. It happened so fast and unexpectedly that nobody had time to react. There were only a few shrill screams for help, but all were muffled, for the bodies of which the voices came from were probably buried under a bunch of rubble. My parents had always told me that in a situation like this, you must always ensure your own safety before anyone else's, unlike any other disaster that occurs. It's bloody ridiculous to think that we can all die right here and now. At least a couple hundred of us. Teenagers, faculties...All trained spies under one roof. I think it's quite obvious who caused this crisis.

Liz's P.O.V.

It came to my surprise, and too quick for me to calculate where I should allow my body to land. My brain was failing on me. It could not react to something as sudden as this. No messages were being sent down to my hands to grab onto something. No messages were being sent down to my feet to tuck them in on impact. My brain was practically useless-oh gosh. I've never thought of that before. Have I failed myself? Has the lack of my brain to communicate with the rest of my body mean something? Could it possibly mean that my brain is shut down?

Nick's P.O.V.

I could feel my hands losing grip of her waist, yet I knew I must fight for all that is in me to hold on. I can only assure her safety if she is nestled in my arms. Just as a child is in its mother's arms. A warm, hair raising liquid slithered down my arm and plopped to the ground one by one. It was only until then did I realize that that liquid was blood-and it was coming from Macey. Yet the only thing that was on my mind was that dress. If that dress if destroyed, I will probably never hear the end of it. It's kind of funny to think that in a moment like this, Macey is probably wondering how her hair looks, or if her mascara is running. But there's only one problem...she is not responding to my pleads. She is not even moving the slightest bit.

Grant's P.O.V.

I thought we'd get by tonight. If there was one day in my life that I would just ask all things that would ever go wrong to give me a break, it would be tonight. Tonight was supposed to be perfect. Tonight was supposed to be romantic, and joyful. Tonight was supposed to be the night I was going to propose to my beautiful British bombshell. Yet as I watched the ring turn and soar through the air, its destination I did not know, and as I watched Bex hurl across the room, being ripped from my arms with nothing I could do, all hopes had been lost. For in a situation like this-it was fate's turn to take its toll. And everyone has a different destiny. Some of us are destined to die old, and simply die of natural causes, yet some are destined to die young. Some are destined to die in a painful manner, and I was definitely sure that fate had this in mind for many people tonight. My friends...my teachers... it could be anyone. It could be Bex-it could be me. It's fate's turn to let loose, and I'm not sure if I really want that to happen.

Jonas' P.O.V.

The whole bathroom seemed to shake violently, and the probability of an earthquake occurring right now was so low that it scared me to even ponder upon what the other cause of the tremors could be. Perhaps just the waves from the DJ's stereos...No, they music is not so loud that it's waves could reach the restrooms. Perhaps something large happened to fall...Are you kidding? The probability of that occurring is even lower than the earthquake. I was aware that in the back of my mind, a haunting thought lingered, and began to push itself in front of every other possible, ridiculous idea I was coming up with. The idea that sent goosebumps forming up and down my body, the idea that caused my head to spin...and as I tried to move my legs, to run faster than I've ever run before, I soon realized they wouldn't budge. They just remained glued to the marble floor, trembling violently. This was childish, immature. I'm a big boy now, I need to learn to face my fears and jump right into the situation. I need to go help my friends, my teachers...and most importantly, Liz.

Cammie's P.O.V.

Birds always seemed so free in the sky, as they soared through the clouds and let the wind take them as they desired. Their wings spread afar and they looked so magnificent, and I always had envied them for that. I had always wondered what it would be like to fly. To glide throughout the puffy white clouds, and gleefully eye the people below on the surface, all staring upon me in amazement. I now know what it is like to fly, I now know what it is like to feel weightless and unstoppable. I now know what it feels like to push past the wind at unbelievable speeds. Yet I never pondered upon the thought of a bird landing. Landing always seemed like such an easy thing for them to accomplish, yet for me it was different. Why did I ever wish to fly like a bird? Why did I ever desire that feeling of being free of everything? That was the one mistake I made. For once that bomb went off, that feeling of flying was miserable...and the landing...Well, I fear for what it may be.

So that is the end of chapter one of "Undercover: the Sequel". I know-it's a bit short, but I did a chapter like this in one of my other fanfiction stories [with each character having a small portion of their P.O.V.] and I really enjoyed doing it and it came out sounding pretty cool! So I thought I'd give it a shot with this story, because I thought it was the perfect moment for that! I should be getting out chapters pretty regularly, hopefully at least two a week!

I hope you all enjoyed the start to this fanfiction! So, Goode... Bad? Love...Hate? Let me know! I'd appreciate it a ton!

Thanks :]

Well... as my usual sign-off goes... Ta ta for now!