Hey this Fanfiction is about Cammie's life if two things happened before the books took place. One, her dad didn't die. Two, she has a younger brother. All events in I'd Tell You I'd Love You But I'd Have To Kill You are the same. I hope you enjoy. Also instead of the boys coming to them, the girls will be going to them. And a heads up, the story will be in first person, but it won't be just one person.
Prologue:
"This is your last and final chance. If you do not tell us what we want to know, you are going to die tonight. Matthew Morgan you are going to tell us everything what we want to know," Steve Sanders stood above me, way above me.
I was lying in the bottom of a six foot deep hole. Seven of my ribs were broken along with my left leg and right forearm. My ears were ringing from my poorly treated concussion. Gashes littered my skin. Crossing arms, legs, ribs and any expansions of skin they could find, they paint me red. Bruises on top of bruises made my face disfigured.
They had not left any part of my unbroken; including my heart.
I would not see my family again. I would not smile with my children. I would not smirk and laugh with my best friend. I would not kiss my wife again. I would never ride horses with my father again. I would never help make and eat a pie with my mother again. I would never glare at the boys who took my daughter on dates. I would never teach my son how to properly treat a lady. I'd never go on a mission with Joe again. I would never be able to secretly tail my children on their first official missions.
He must have taken my silence for just that, silence. I had not said a word in five days. I refused to.
"Alright Matthew. If this is how we must play things out. Then so be it," Steve sounded almost remorseful. Soon liquid was spilling down on me. With a sniff I was able to determine that it was gasoline. They would make me a human torch, then burry the ashes.
The gasoline was only on my left shoulder and arm when the screams started, and the match dropped. Instantly my flesh was burning. The smell would have disgusted me if I wasn't in immense pain. I heard yells of pain. It was only after the fact that I discovered they had been mine.
The official CIA report says that I was only left burning in that hole to hell for 37 seconds; the unofficial Matthew report says that I was down there for hours.
The burning feeling diminished, but the pain only barely disappeared.
I opened my eyes that I hadn't realized I'd closed. Joe was above me. He'd put out the fire with dirt and his jacket. He'd saved my life, again.
All I could do was croak out, "Thank you."
He looked down at me with a strong mix of emotions. I could tell he didn't recognize me. "Don't thank me yet. We still have to get you home." He smirked, "Wouldn't want to keep the rugrats waiting too long, would we?"
It was supposed to lighten the mood. It only intensified that I'd almost not come home. "Joe, thank you. If you hadn't showed up I-"
"I don't want you to finish that sentence," He cut me off and diverted his attention to his pocket. Pulling out two pills he ordered, "Take these."
I did with my shaky but not broken arm, "What are they?"
"Very effective pain killers."
Joe soon had me on his back. I couldn't feel anything. Not the cold, the cuts, the broken bones or the ringing in my ears. I could see though. I could see the four dead men on the ground. Steve Sanders had a bullet in each limb and then finally one in the head. Joe hadn't come to take prisoners.
Just as we were about to leave the cabin I said my last words before passing out from a combinations of drugs, dehydration and pain. "Joe, I memorized Gilly's list of The Circle. We can bring them down, for good."
Chapter 1:
Zach POV
"Last night while I was hacking the CIA's satellite, I came across a kind of firewall I've never seen before. It was basically hyped up Snakes and Ladders! I was shocked! It took my three and a half hours to get…"
Jonas suddenly trailed off; I stopped chewing my waffles in response. His eyes along with Grant's were trained on something to their left and my right. Turning I started to chew again. Headmaster Morgan had walked up to the podium adjacent to the Teachers Table. He was awkwardly coughing and "ahem"ing trying to draw our attention.
Without having to glance back I was able to tell his eyes were locked on Mr. Solomon. There was a silent conversation going on above all our heads. Once our Headmaster felt he had all of our attention be started, "Hello Boys. I know that this announcement is a bit of surprise for most of you students, well because we're already a week and a half back from Winter Vacation."
Grant chuckled quietly and turned to me, "Good old Headmaster Morgan. Can go on deadly missions, but as soon as you put the guy in front of an audience on a stage he's the awkwardest son of a bitch I know!"
"Most awkward. Awkwardest isn't a word." Jonas was replied to with a playful punch to the arm. He winced and then Grant and him turned back to Headmaster Morgan rambling.
"… This year is going to be different than any before. I know as your Headmaster for only a short time I've changed a lot of things, but this actually wasn't my idea. It was the head of the CIA's. That's not saying I don't agree with it! I think it's fantastic! I'll get to be with both of them at once!"
My eyes made their way to Mr. S. He was making a Get-On-With-It gesture with his hands. Almost instantly Headmaster Morgan's voice became a little firmer, "This year we will be enjoying the company of our special guests! The Gallagher Academy for young women like yourselves," His eyes bulged. "Not saying that you young men are young women! Just that they are spies in training as well!"
Instantly, the dining hall exploded with noise. Questions chimed in my ears. Who are they? How didn't we know this? Will they be hot? Are they as good as us? Are they better?
I turned to my two best friends. Jonas was freaking out, "How do I not know about this mystery school?! I've hacked into the CIA countless times!"
Grant was looking a little dazed. His only words to us before the doors opened were, "This is going to be one Hell of a year."
The doors opened to our left. I couldn't name a student who wasn't staring right there when a woman who looked about her late twenties walked out as the double doors swung open. Her voice echoed against the high ceilings, "Hello, My name is Headmistress Morgan. And these are my Gallagher girls!"
As about as many girls as we had boys started to file out and stand in front of the table I assumed contained the boys the same age as them, my mind went into over drive. Morgan? As in wife or maybe sister to our Headmaster Morgan. My gaze lingered on this new woman. Definitely husband, no way a woman with those curves and face, not to mention confidence, stays single.
Before my mind could rev up too much my eyes were drawn to a boy standing at the grade seven's table. I recognized him instantly. It was Joey Morgan. My eyes lingered on his broken left arm; we had history.
That wasn't why I was looking at him now though. Her was waving his good right arm like a madman and shouting. I couldn't help but notice the pure excitement and joy on his face. "Cam! Mom! How?! I mean why!"
He made a motion to go over and see whoever he was yelling at, but Mr. S was by his side in no time. I had to lip read to know what he said. "Don't worry J. They're going to be here all term. No need to embarrass your sister on her first day here."
Joey reluctantly sat down. It wasn't four seconds before he was talking animatedly with his friend Tanner Samuel. It was a well known fact that the two called each other Sameron and Camuel as nicknames for each other.
Head twisted back to the girls as soon as I head a girl say, loud enough for us all to hear, "Oohh! I want one!" She was black and had a British accent. It would be hard to over look her amazing athletic figure or her beauty.
Two girls beside her froze. One a petite blonde girl; I silently felt bad for her when it came time for P&E. They'd eat her alive. Research Track I'm sure.
The second, a dirty blonde girl. It was obvious that she was beautiful right away, but not in the in your face kind way, more of a subtle classy gorgeous. Her hair was straight and down. My gaze was attracted to her bust and hips. She wasn't going to be hearing many whistles when she walked down the street, but she had enough curves to be sexy as hell!
I could hear her retort back to her British friend, "They are not puppies Bex!"
Another girl, who I recognized as Macey McHenry, added, "No you're right Cam. Puppies are way cuter." I didn't know if I was supposed to be offended, or awed by The McHenry heiress's somewhat approval.
And then it happened. My eyes locked with Subtly Sexy Sally. She was glaring daggers of pure hate at me. There was no doubt in my mind that if we were the only two there, she would have ripped me a new one. There was though, so she stayed where she was, continuing to scowl at me.
I? Well I Zachary Goode for once had no idea what was going on. So my reaction? Well I relied on what I do best. I smirked at her. Her eyes darkened. Her foot made a move towards me, but she stopped and starred at the man slowly pacing himself towards her Headmistress. Mr. Solomon was giving her a look.
She must have taken this as, "Not now, not here." Because she stepped back. She wasn't completely done though. She mouthed with a devious smirk of her own now, "Later. We'll settle this later."