Ok so I already posted this on my other account but it got deleted and I lost the password. So the beginning is the same but I am changing most of it. So enjoy.
Chapter 1:
Cammie Morgan's POV:
"Why were you in Boston?" He stepped back and shock his head looking at the ground. He whispered, "There are some thing I just can't tell you, Gallaher girl.
"Can't?" I pester. "Or won't? Zach, I need to know."
Zach didn't answer. He stood there quietly. He looks back at me as if to say There's No difference there.
"Tell me" I whisper realizing that Zach is no longer chasing me I am chasing him. The cat and the mouse have finally switched roles. I realize that he has grown taller, stronger than he was when he kissed me last spring. He pulls me closer to him. There is hardly any light being given off of the street lights. It's just us alone in a dark ally.
"There are somethings that you just don't want to know, Gallagher Girl. You don't want to know. Trust me, please." Zach said looking me in the eye. He had beautiful green eyes that pierce mine. I believed him in that moment. I had lived my whole life with very little information, and right now I am willing to believe him and trust him.
In my prefill vision I see Bex, Liz, and Macey exit the party and enter the ally, laughing.
"Cam!" Macey called me. I turned around to look at her. She still had confetti in her hair from when it rained down on the crowd. Suddenly all of the street lights in a three block radius went out. The only thing illuminating us was the steady light of the Washington Monument.
My panic is rising. I look back at my roommates still standing in the ally.
"Macey!" I scream knowing that is my heart something was very wrong at this point. I begin running down the street away from Zach and towards my roommates. He reaches out to catch my arm. He holds only for a moment before letting me go. Headlight from an unknown vehicle pierce the darkness. All of a sudden I freeze. I actually stop and stare at the van that was coming my way. I see Macey running away from Bex and Liz and closer to me.
"Macey! Run!" I said to her motioning her to move. I was too late. I was too slow. The man in the van slide the door open. I watched in horror as the van surpassed Macey and continued onward down the street.
At first I thought it was a test like we had done so many times before. Sometimes in class, Mr. Solomon would ask us many different question to override our senses, to make us panic and freak out. I quickly took in the attack. The man driving the van was left handed. I could tell this because he was wearing the huge gold watch on this right hand. The plate was a fake due to the cheap photocopy job on the images behind the letters and numbers.
The van surpassed me. I smell the familiar smell of burnt rubber on the road when the van turned 90 degrees blocking the path at which I had come from. Three masked people jumped from van and started running towards me.
"Cammie!" I hear my roommates and Zach yell. I feel alone in this moment. Like My friends and Zach were centuries away from me.
In front of me I see my roommates running closer to me, getting ready to fight. I wanted to shrink down and hide when the panic starts inside me when I saw big man jump out of the back of the van. He quickly ran towards me, landing a kick right next to my head. I dodged his kicks and tried to land some blows of my own. I pushed me leg around his making him off balance. I take advantage of this and push him up against the van door. I pin him against the door only for a moment. Before I hear, "Get Her!" I remember back to where I have heard those words before. Back on that rooftop in Boston. Panic fills my bones. I stop pushing the man and begin to run back towards my friends.
"Cammie!" I hear as Bex's voice fills the air.
"Macey!" I respond running as fast as I can. "Help Macey!" As soon as I said it I knew that Macey was not in any danger at all. I knew that I could cross that problem off the list.
Strong arms caught me around the waist and hindered me from running to my roommates. I tried to run away but as soon as I picked my feet up off the ground this horrible smelling rag was over my face. Darkness clouded my vision. I so badly wanted to black out. I tried not to smell it knowing that it would only make me sicker. My arm failed and my world began to spin.
Through the unnatural glow of the headlight I looked for Zach or Bex, someone who could help me. Everything I saw was becoming increasingly blurry. The ground rushed towards my face too fast and too hard. All of a sudden the horrible rag was gone and my lungs craved the fresh clean air. I took a deep breath calculating my next move. I looked up at Bex and Liz both having to fight men three times their size.
The man must have regained his footing because the next thing I knew he was pulling me back up and trying to put the rag back of my face.
I mustered all of the strength I had and slammed my head into his. I heard the pop of broken nose and felt the blood drip down my neck.
He managed to put the rag back on my face. The fog over my eyes was growing stronger and thicker. My arms feel weak again. My body feels like it's made of cement.
Macey runs towards me so strong and beautiful. "She's Ok." I whisper to myself. The man on top of me shifted his weight. He pulled out a glock form his back and fired a shot. I saw the light and heard the blast but it still didn't seem real.
"NO!" I scream trying harder to get away from him. I scratch and claw at his face trying to get his to let go of me. He effortless pull me back to the van. A woman hands him a needle full of a clear liquid. He stabs it into my forearm. I began to feel sleepy. I hear panic fill the air. Many people screamed. The masked man pulled me to the van. He throws me inside like a rag doll. The woman in black. pulls out duct tape and taped my arms behind me back. Just before they slam the doors I see Macey screaming over my lifeless aunt's body, my mother is running over to me screaming my name. Mr. Solomon is kneeling next to Abby's body crying and his shirt is full of blood. He looks up at me with his eyes wide. \
"NO!" He screams as he runs closer to me.
"Help!" I scream one last time.
"Oh Cammie dear, we are helping you." The masked woman says to me. I remember that voice it's the voice from the roof top the voice that haunts me. My body is on fire and I go limp form whatever they put in the syringe.