Just a quick note, I DO not own Ally Carter! She made Gallagher Girls. Before you read though i would say that this is my first attempt at a fan-fiction, I've tried really hard but want your opinion on it, this is just the first chapter. Some strong language. I don't think there's any spelling mistakes, I've spell checked and proof-read everything. Hope you enjoy.
He's one of them I reminded myself, still not quite believing it. Looking up at President Winters I smiled at him. "Are you OK Cam?" he asked me gently, "I'm fine" I said grinning "seems stress is pulling you down- I mean going to a spy school isn't enough, you always have to go one step further, always the case with girls like you" he said icily, his tone suddenly changing. I scowled at launched a right hook to the side of his cheek, he stumbled and ended up against the wall "You little bitch," he snarled. I brought my left leg up to his collarbone and he howled in pain, he tried to punch me but I blocked it and sent him flying over my shoulder. I missed it, I realized in shock- I had missed the feeling of my blood pounding, sweat pouring down my face. I missed it. I wondered if that made me insane, but I couldn't think about it, not now.
Suddenly his hands were around my throat, I froze, pretending to be scared before snapping my head back into his chest. I span around on the balls of my feet and launched a high kick to the side of his neck, before aiming an array of punches to his temple. He lay on the floor in front of me blood dribbling from the side of mouth. "Bastard" I muttered spitting on him. I turned my back on him and ran into 'my bedroom' I grabbed a bottle of hair dye and pair of scissors; it was time I left.
Slipping into the bathroom I locked the door, turned to the mirror, I looked at my hair, and started cutting it around the middle of my ears, when I was finished I looked in the mirror and winced. Not a good look. I took the hair dye and scanned the instructions before brushing it into my hair; I couldn't care how it looked. That was Macey's job. But Macey wasn't here I reminded myself it still shocking me, even after two months without them it still seemed weird. I grabbed a towel off the rack and rubbed my hair, it seemed so short, too short. Sighing I opened the bathroom window, climbed onto the ledge and jumped.
I already had the Circle on my tail, I ran down the streets of Rome pushing people out of my way "Guardare cagna*" a man yelled at me, I ignored him my heart pounding, I turned down another street my bare feet burning against the hot cobbled streets, suddenly a women was upon me; "Signorina" she shouted "What is it? Are you in trouble? Here come this way" I smiled at her thankfully, following her into a house. I realized a second too late that I shouldn't have trusted her, I turned to run again but a gun was at my head. "Now Cam you wouldn't want to get shot would you?" It was Catherine; I hissed wondering how Zach could have possibly come from her. "Catherine" I whispered acknowledging her "Cameron" she replied. "I'm guessing you won't be nice enough to let me go" I decided, "Now what would be the fun in that? Don't you want to see your father?" she mused. I jerked my head away from the gun "You dare talk about my father?" I snarled at her, she sighed and pointed the gun at my thigh; "this is getting boring now Cammie" she decided and pulled the trigger.
I screamed as I fell backwards against the wall, blood pouring out of my leg. "Listen to me Ms Morgan" Catherine advised me "I'm in charge here and you do what I say, or the next bullet goes through your head" I nodded weakly. "Good girl" she crooned "Zach" I whispered weakly "what about him?" she snapped "He hates you, he wishes you were dead, isn't your duty as a mother to make proud not ashamed?" I questioned feebly, anger flashed across her face and she raised the gun pointing it at my shoulder, I watched it as her finger slowly pulled the trigger.
The bullet span from towards me, I held my breath waiting for the impact, it tore through my skin more blood pouring out of me, it hit the bone with a sickening crunch, but it carried on burying its way through the bone. I could feel it splintering the bone, tiny shards of it hitting different nerves and making my vision go dark and cloudy, as it finally stopped, wedged at the back of the bone, I screamed, blood pouring over my clothes and desperation in my voice. In that moment a picture of Dad came into my head, blood pouring out of his mouth, screaming in agony, I screamed again. And again.