Hi, this isn't a joint story for once :) Good luck to me! Just a warning, this might be a bit OOC... I'm not really good with Cammie's mind for some reason...
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or Gallagher Girls... (It's really kind of obvious, and I'm not going to do this before every chapter.
Since the new book for Gallagher Girls is coming out soon, this will be from the end of the one before Out of Sight Out of Time.

Cammie POV
I've been running from my life, and now I'm running again. For a whole new reason. Now these zombie-like teenagers are following me, no matter where I go they seem to be there. It's like no escape, ever since Paris blew up and I left Gallagher, some weird stuff has happened. I was chased into one of their zombie meetings, and it was all about some light or something.
When being chased, Operative Morgan did not freak out, but instead deepened her cover.
-Operative Morgan got a whole new look, new hair color, new hairstyle, she even got fake glasses.
-Operative Morgan also decided to get a little R&R, research and relaxation. The research didn't fall into place, so the whole relaxation thing got thrown out the window along with.
-Operative Morgan caught up on sleep, and went back out on the lamb.
Now that I've caught up on info, I've had to go back to what I'm good at; running. It seems to me when I run from one thing, another just finds me; it's like a t-shirt I saw once: I don't look for trouble, it finds me. I walked out of my hotel, and went out to try and get a move on, I'd been staying in one place for too long. The zombie kids were probably going to find me soon, and the hair dye was starting to wash out. My fake blonde hair was turning into a dirty blonde, which would go back to my regular old plain brown hair. I either needed another appearance change, and soon.
The streets were relatively empty, and there wasn't a person in sight. I saw people in the windows of shops, as I checked to make sure there was nobody following me. I did a quick check, and I knew right away that something was wrong. From a movie line somewhere; it was quiet, too quiet. In my window check, I could've sworn I saw something. A really pretty girl strode behind me silently, she seemed to be guided by a mission; a mission to get me. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I swear she looked away when I looked both ways before crossing the street absentmindedly. I'd only caught a bit of her face, but I swear that her eyes were purple. I know they were, but I knew they couldn't at the same time.
Before I knew it, I was walking into an alley. It was more of a test, to see if the lady was following me. Turns out, she was. "You're going to come with me." She ordered. I knew I didn't want to go with her, and I knew I shouldn't, but inside something made me want to go with her.
"Are you crazy? Why would I go with you to the Circle?" I snapped.
She looked taken aback, "The Circle? Who? We're going to see the One Light?" Still, against my better judgement, I wanted to go with.
"The who?"
"The One Light, don't tell me you don't know who he is. Because you will." She commanded, her purple eyes boring into my chocolate brown ones. "Now come."
I felt my legs moving towards her, and then falling into step with her. I tried to struggle against my own body, but it wouldn't obey. "Who is the One Light? And more importantly, who the heck are you?" I asked, panicked.
She laughed. "Soon Agent Cameron, soon." How did she know my name? I guess I wasn't as good as I thought I was; or I was slipping in my skills.
"How did you know my name?" I yelped, again.
She clicked her tongue. "We know everything about you Cameron, your little school too."
"That's beyond top secret! You can't possibly know that!" I almost shouted. "You and your One Light, who are you? I demand you tell me!"
"You're actually lucky to carry out a conversation. Most of my v-erm... counterparts have difficulties carrying out conversation. Alas, I'm afraid I don't quite enjoy the sound of your voice, or the freedoms you enjoy. Now shut up and get in the cage." She chided.
I felt my mouth unable to move, and my muscles stiffened. A cage? Where? I kept walking with her, absolutely against my will. What is happening to me? I knew since I was walking against my will, any forced escape would be impossible. Gazing off into the distance I saw a truck, and I heard the hum of it's engine. No, no, no. Don't you dare get in that truck Cameron Ann Morgan. I thought desperately to try and get control of my body.
"Well, here we are." She said, pointing to the truck. "You're going to get into the cage, and wait for my orders."
I wanted to argue, run away, or just kick the girl's butt; instead I got in the cage like a good girl. "Now sleep." She ordered, and that was the last thing I heard...
before it all went black.

Well, I hoped you enjoy! Remember, this is my first solo fic (but that shouldn't influence whether or not you review).
A note to beta readers out there, if you want to help me with this story FEEL FREE. I'm actually kind of scared to ask for a beta, but I wouldn't be afraid to accept an offer. Yeah, this story probably (scratch that definitely ) needs a beta. So, feel free to offer!
Also, I accept constructive criticism. I'll take it into account and probably edit this story if I think it really needs it (which it probably does). Just don't flame, it's just not cool.
I do know that the new paragraph needs an indent, but the tab button seems to have problems on my computer.
Anyway... R&R! (Not research and relax...)