Well, its 1 AM….
I can just make out a figure slumped in the chair, the dark gloom shredded by a single spot of light behind the figure. As I go closer, I can tell it's a girl. Slowly, oh so slowly I walk, aware that there are traps all around.
I hear a creak and I jump back just in time to avoid a long, slender blade falling from the ceiling. A few more steps and I'm right in front of the girl. She looks up at me and I gasp.
It's Cammie, my Gallagher Girl, her face bruised and cut, her hands bound behind her back. She looks me in the eye, and I can almost feel her pain, "Why Zach, why?"
The room begins to shake and I can hear them coming; the Circle. I try desperately to untie her but my hands are shaking worse then the room. Something wet falls on my hand and I look up to see Cammie silently begging me to help her. I pull one last time on the rope when I feel a hand on my shoulder.
It's my mother, my beautiful mother who went so wrong, "We will kill her, we have the information we need."
I try to say no, but I am mute. A large brute grabs Cam, pulling her up hard, making her cry out in pain. I try to get to her but my mother's small hand holds me back, "You will watch her die."
I am pushed forward to a large stone room overlooking a deep valley. The man holding Cammie shoves her towards the edge and he pulls out a gun, handing it to my mother. She looks at me and snarls a grin, pulling the trigger without another thought.
"No!" I scream, my voice returned.
I soar towards Cammie, but I can't beat the bullet. It hits her and she falls backwards with a scream, a scream, she screamed my name and I couldn't do anything-
Zach Goode sat up with a quick intake of breath, his heart beating faster then he had ever experienced before. He was in his room at Blackthorne and Cammie was in hers at Gallagher, she was safe…he was trying to convince himself it was only a dream, but he knew it wasn't only a dream. It was a dream that could become a reality faster then that bullet. He knew Cammie would never be safe until the Circle was stopped.
He got out of bed and went to the window, watching the night sky, his eyes finding the moon. He missed her so much, he missed her and he had no right. He had no right to love her; he had no right at all. He was bad, she was good…it was like some twisted Romeo and Juliet story, except that he wasn't the one that was in danger; she was.
Cammie Morgan sat with her arms wrapped around her legs, cuddled up in the window seat, watching the moon. Her dreams had woken her up; she was to tired to sleep anymore anyway. She just needed to keep telling herself it was only dream. Then maybe everything would be alright.
She was missing him…and she couldn't figure out why. Were they a couple? She didn't really think so…why did her chest hurt just thinking about how far away he was? Why did her life have to be so messed up? Why couldn't he be here with her? Did he ever think about her? She rested her head on her knees and quietly whispered, "Where ever you are tonight Zachary Goode, I hope you know you're on my mind."
Well there. I'm done and I'm going to bed.
~Agent Striker
