"Well, I'd never…" Zach's mother trailed off staring at the symbol of her organization that was spray painted onto the wall behind me. The paint was still dripping, but it still showed an uncanny resemblance to the sketch of the ring that I saw on top of a building in a laundry shoot.
"Why me?" I asked, the final chapter of my mystery finally coming to a close.
"You have something that we want. Something that your father found, something that is part of your DNA. I assume that you'll want to know more." With a dark chuckle she gestured to Blackthorne's grounds.
"I wanted our final meeting to be poetic."
"This isn't poetic," I said. "This is ironic."
"Well, each to its own."
"And the reason that you have taken me here is…" Letting my sentence trail off knowing that if this was going to be the last moments of my life I would at least know why so many would have to perish to protect me and whatever weapon that my mind held.
"Well, isn't it obvious? I simply wanted you to know why we have to do this. Gallagher made me feel remorse thought the Circle has stripped most of that idiotic education from my mind, I do enjoy telling my targets why I have to kill them." The wind howled from vents that I was currently chained to on he roof of the main office building of Blackthorne.
"Was it greed, the power that you thought that you would get when all of this was over?" I asked the redheaded woman. My voice had no emotion, I was not going to let her know how scared I was, I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction.
"My dear you do catch on pretty well. A smart head to go along with such a pretty face; though you are the chameleon, you go unseen. How invisible do you feel now?" She slapped me across the face. I didn't twitch.
"Your brain waves are different then other people." She spat in my face. "Your waves produce pictures and a certain brain wave of yours has something that we want. Though we can get it from you dead or alive. So pick now."
"I'd rather die then help you."
"Well, than we have two choices don't we? Me or you?"
But, she wasn't taking to me; she was talking to the figure in the shadows. The part of the roof that was slightly darker than the rest.
"Well, mother, as you said me shooting her would be rather poetic don't you think?" Zach stepped out of the shadows and before his mother or I could react he pulled out a gun, aimed it at my head, and pulled the trigger.
Zachary Goode woke up with a start and stared out his window wondering if his reoccurring dream would finally be true. That the darkness he was born into would finally overwhelm him.
Instead he then rolled over into an equally disturbing dream.