Here is your sequel to Destined to Die, Fated to Fight. I hope you enjoy it! I made it a mix of the two choices, I thought it would be funner this way =) Remember to review!

"So, how long do you think this house is gonna last?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Zach said, setting down the one bag we had with us in the living room. It was a rather small house, but cozy. It had taken two months to renovate and get furniture in so I was glad to finally be stepping in it and be able to call it home. For now.

"Zach, please, we haven't settled down anywhere for the past three years. The previous house lasted around four months." I headed for the bathroom then added over my shoulder. "That's a new record by the way."

Before I shut the door I heard him say. "Well, let's hope we make it over four months here."

2 months ago…

"Ali!" I heard Jennifer's voice call to me from our rickety front door. Jennifer was our neighbor; I'd known her ever since we'd moved in.

You're probably wondering why she was calling me Ali instead of Cammie. This is because when Zach and I escaped the Circle we knew that there was a possibility that they would still be out there. And they were; we had tracked down at least a dozen of them already. So whenever we got rid of one of them we had to move from wherever we were currently staying, change our appearance and therefore our whole identity. This has been going on for around 3 years already. Yes, I am not ashamed to admit it, I am 21. Anyway, back to the whole identity thing. A constant that remained in every single one of them was that Zach and I were a married couple. Weird I know, but it was necessary. So he said. At the moment I was known as Alison with dark brown hair and green eyes, married to Dean Davis (Zach, in case you forgot already) with blond hair and pale grey eyes.

"Jenny!" I set down the dish I was washing and made my way to her. My shorts and T-shirt were a bit wet from a few spills but otherwise I was fine. We hugged eachother tightly and I couldn't get used to the fact that this friendship was temporary and that when we had to move again that I'd have to forget ever meeting her. "Where's John?" John was her husband. Her real husband unlike Zach.

Before she could answer we heard him grunt and say. "I'm here." He was hulking a giant box that he had to peek over to see me. He bumped into the doorframe. "Damn, Ali, you need bigger doors."

I laughed. "I think you need a smaller box. What's in there anyway?"

He set it down. "Jenny here said that you guys needed a dish washer, so here you go."

My eyes widened. "What? You're kidding right?"

He shrugged. "Consider it an early birthday present."

I turned to Jennifer with an exasperated look. "Jen, I already told you a hundred times that we're fine without a dish washer."

She rolled her eyes. "I know, I know, but it gets so frustrating seeing you working all day long with Dean at work. So I thought we'd spare you the trouble and get you one. You're welcome by the way." She gave me a pointed look.

I sighed, knowing there was no use arguing with her. "Thank you."

"So, when is Dean coming home?" John asked. He wasn't asking because he didn't want to chat with us, he actually enjoyed our company, which was very different to most men I knew.

I glanced at the clock, it was almost six. "He should be here any minute. Do either of you want tea while you're waiting?"

They both said yes and sat down on the couch. I headed off to the kitchen and poured them tea. I poured myself a cup as well. When I got back Jenny was looking through our bookshelf. Most of the books we had were just decoration. Zach and I most definitely didn't spend our free time reading. We generally spent it figuring out where another Circle member could be located. "Why don't you have any photo albums?"

This was a question people typically didn't ask (not that anyone hadn't asked before) so I was always not ready to answer. "Uh, I dunno, why do we need any?"

She turned to me as though I were stupid. "Photo albums hold memories that you forget over time. You can show them to your kids and-" Another thought crossed her mind and she dropped her previous one. "When are you two going to have kids?"

I choked on the tea I was drinking and John patted my back. "Uh, that's not exactly an option that Dean and I have explored yet…"

John picked up our 'wedding' picture from the table and looked at it closely. Jenny sat down on the armrest beside him and smiled. "I can never get enough of this picture. You two are so gorgeous together."

I smiled. Heard that before too. "Thank you." I moved closer to them and then noticed something that could end everything for Zach and me. Most of our wedding pictures were photoshopped by Zach and he made sure they all looked different. This time he had made a mistake. A mistake in my eye colour. Instead of the green I had now they looked more blue, like my natural colour. Oh crap…

I heard the front door open and I got up quickly. "There he is." I headed for the entrance and smiled when I saw him, keeping up the perfectly married couple façade. "Hey, honey." I gave him a quick kiss. "We have company."

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows, taking off his jacket. "Who?"

"It's Jenny and John." I gestured to the gigantic box behind me. "They got us a dish washer." I leaned in to his ear and lowered my voice. "We may have a problem." I giggled a pretend giggle as though we were telling eachother sweet nothings and not that we may have blown our covers. Zach caught on quickly, but not before giving me a look as though I were crazy. I was getting a lot of these looks today.

He didn't reply but I understood what we had to do next. My flip flops made too much noise as I crept toward the living room to see if they were still there. "Shit!" They were gone. Zach understood and slammed his foot into the wall beside the front door. No, he wasn't doing this out of anger. We had stowed a bag there that contained essential items for times when he had to disappear like this. He grabbed it and I found the gun I had hidden in the bottom of the closet in a ratty shoe.

"Wait!" I yelled. "Check the box."

He carefully bent close to it then grabbed my hand and we ran out the door, my flip flops slowing me down. I couldn't just take them off though and leave them lying in the grass because if anyone returned here it could be evidence. "That box was most definitely beeping." In case you don't understand what he was implying, there was a bomb in the box.

"I'll drive." I said, walking to the driver's side as he put the bag in the trunk.

"No, Cam, you're in shotgun." He protested.

"Are you really going to argue about this right now?" I countered.

"Are you?" He looked up at me and shut the trunk.

I groaned and gave in. "Men."

He started the car once we were both in, going as fast as possible and I started typing into the laptop that we always kept in it. "Chillax, Gallagher Girl. It's just one trip. Besides, your aim is better than mine."

What he was talking about was that as he was driving I had to shoot Jenny and John once we got near them. "Did you really just compliment me?" We may be 21 but we're still the 17 year olds we used to be.

He smirked at me. "Don't let it go to your head."

"Not happening any time soon." I said under my breath. Then the computer beeped as we got a fix on their location. I said out the name of the road and he took a sharp right turn. "They're on their car and they're going fast. They're on the highway right now, soon coming off it- Wait what?"

Zach glanced at me. "What's wrong?"

"They've gone off the highway but they're not on any roads." I took in our surroundings, comparing it to the computer screen. I pointed to where we had to go. "There, we need to get to the fields."

He swerved the car quickly between two houses and then we were driving in a field.

"Floor it." I demanded and surprisingly, he complied.

The field flew past us, tiny daisies getting crushed under the wheels. Minutes later we were metres away from Jenny and John. I rolled down the window and aimed for their wheels. I shot off two bullets, getting one of their rear tires. Their car immediately slowed and then gunshots were everywhere. Our car was bulletproof but not soundproof. I ducked and one flew inside the car. "Dammit." I got up and fired again. Their glass shattered, exposing the two of them. Jenny was driving and John was shooting. Before he could react I shot him. "Stop the car Jenny!" She didn't. She fumbled with something in her left hand and I knew it was a gun. I pulled the trigger and she was down.

Zach turned and sped up even more. Their car flipped twice then crashed.

I sighed and rolled the window up.

"Well that was fun." Zach said.

I glared at him. "Shut up and drive."

"Whatever you say, Your Highness."

I glanced at the speedometer. "And slow down."

He dropped the speed by a lot but we were still going fast enough to escape and never be found.