"Move men! Up! Let's move! Move! Move!
Dammit. It was. 4:30. in the. freaking. morning.
Why?...you may ask
Because my name is Zachary Goode….
And I go to the Blackthorne Institute for Boys… (which was pretty much just code for assassins..)
And it was time for night drills.
(which weren't even that high in the crappiness scale here.)
I pulled on my jumpsuit and followed the others out the door.
"Laps: 10!" his voice boomed again," Move! Move! Move!"
So we started running. We sprinted through the thick trees, breathing heavy.
Running.
Running.
Running.
We passed that hidden entrance to the tombs.
Running.
Running.
Running.
I still remember the night Cam came here for the journal….like it was just yesterday.
Running.
Running.
Running.
I remembered when other guys in jumpsuits ran right by that ditch … completely missing me and Cam as we rolled into that nasty pit for cover.
Running.
Running.
Running.
I remembered when I laid next to Cammie on that hill.
Running.
Running.
Running.
I remembered when I put my arm around her shoulders, and begged her to stay back.
Running.
Running.
Running.
I remembered, as we groped through the tombs, how warm her hand felt in mine, even though we were both sopping wet.
I remembered the disbelief in her eyes when she heard what this school was really for…
That we weren't always good…
That we were usually assassins…
And that even though I didn't want to kill people…
We usually had to…
I remembered the echo of her voice as it rang through the tombs.
I remembered the shock in here eyes when she realized that my mother wasn't dead.
I remembered the hurt in her eyes as I reached for her.
I remembered the dread I felt when she saw that it was my mother who stood right in front of her.
That it was my mother who was with the C.o.C.
That it was my mother who wanted her dead.
And that it was I who had lied to her.
I remembered the way she struggled, as she landed a perfect punch, and tried to fight them off.
I remember the way her voice quivered, and tears streamed down her face, as she screamed that she wouldn't leave with out me.
I remembered how weak I felt as I picked up that gun, aimed for the explosives, and told her goodbye.
Said that she had to run.
And never look back.
I remembered the heat in the tombs as the explosives ignited and burned by bone.
I remembered the happier moments of past days, as my life flashed before my eyes.
I remembered our first mission in D.C. and how cam looked as I tailed her through the streets.
I remembered how even though she thought I was crazy, it was just that I was crazy for her.
I remembered the way she smiled as I dipped her upside-down, and kissed her in front of the entire school.
I could hear her hollow scream as it echoed through the tombs. And as noise and pain faded into the dark, I remembered how I knew at that moment, that I would do anything to protect her.
And I knew that if anything had ever happened to her…
I'd only have myself to blame.
