Title: Keep Your Allies Close, But Your Enemies Closer
Category: Books » Gallagher Girls
Author: Blind-2the-Eye
Language: English, Rating: Rated: T
Genre: Adventure/Romance
Published: 07-06-11, Updated: 07-27-11
Pages: 9 Words: 2,839

Chapter: Sneak Peak

Song for the Chapter: E.T Katy Perry

Disclaimer: I don't own. *Sigh* I wish I did, though.

Sneak Peak

~ * ~ * ~ * Running Towards * ~ * ~ * ~

Please don't look for me.

Please don't worry.

And, most of all, please don't think of this as me running away, but of me running towards.

Towards answers. Towards hope. Towards wherever I have to go to finish my father's mission and stop this thing, once and for all.

Zach was right.

A year ago he told me that someone knows what happened to my father. Someone knows why the Circle is chasing me.

And now…well…now I am going to sneak out of this mansion by myself one more time. Now I'm going to leave here, and spend this summer trying to find them. I'll be back. And when I am, I promise I'll have answers.

~ * ~ * ~ * Headmistress Morgan * ~ * ~ * ~

"No!"

~ * ~ * ~ * Fiery Summer Night * ~ * ~ * ~

"Where are you going?"

"I thought we were going to wonderful world of the wizard of oz?"

"Zach," I said sternly. "Trying to get me to relive memories from sophomore year isn't going to distract me. Nevertheless, convince me to let you come with me."

"Gallagher girl," He said mimicking me, "Trying to distract me with actually getting me to remember things from that year, isn't going to work either."

"Huh?"

He chuckled. "Besides," He grabbed my hand and intertwined my fingers with his, immediately sending a flock of
nervous butterflies to go into a frenzy inside my stomach.

Hush up! A good agent never gets compromised! Nonetheless, Emotionally compromised. On a mission!

I mentally snapped at my stomach.

"I don't need your permission." He declared menacingly, and unknowingly interrupting my internal babble.

Then he slowly, but hesitantly stroked my cheek with the back of his other hand, as if I was as fragile as a glass doll. I couldn't stop myself from leaning into his warm, colossal hand, and closing my eyes at his sweet gesture.

Suddenly, as if my very reaction snapped something inside of him, he grabbed my face with both of his rough hands and kissed me.
My eyes popped opened in surprise, but only for a second though, because at the gentle touch of his lips, I couldn't help, but instantly throw my arms around his neck, tangle my hands into his hair, and close my eyes.
It was part of me, almost as if it were imprinted in my DNA, and I just didn't know it until I met him, kissed him, and only him.
It was almost an instinct.

I also couldn't help all the memories that flooded my brain, and almost drowned my heart.

I certainly, couldn't help pouting when he finally pulled away.

And even though his voice was an octave deeper, and his breath was a little ragged, he didn't let that stop him from saying,
as sternly as possible…with a firmness that even I knew marked his next words as an ultimate, unspoken truth,
"I don't think you understand that . . . I'm going to tail you till the end of the Earth, if that's what it takes to have you in my arms like this, again."

I look down to his arms, stunned.
Weren't those holding my face a minute a go? And weren't we standing up? How did we get on to a bench?
And am I sitting in his lap? Oh my Gilly. . . I'm too addicted to him to even notice this, I thought, mentally scowling at myself.

I looked up from under my eyelashes, suddenly shy- even though I was pretty sure that he already knew that.
The color of my blush kind of . . . could have made a tomato wither in shame.

What I saw in his eyes though . . . it, changed me.
There was so much emotion in them, that I couldn't help but hold his face between both my hands.

So much emotion, that I . . . kissed him, again.
My grandma would have NOT been proud.

But I did.

Nothing could have stopped me now.

It was rougher and harder.
He froze for a second, surprised.
But only a second though before he leaned against me, and wrapped his arms around my waist again.

And instantly, just like that, the fire between us, ignited again.
I tangled my hands in his hair as his lips roughly moved against mine.
I needed to feel him.
I needed his breath to dance with mine. I needed to feel the warmth and safety he brought. I needed him impossibly closer.

And all of this was necessary, because of a tiny microscopic fact.
A fact so minuscule, but at the same time, so deadly.

I was scared.

Scared for what would happen to me, to him, to my sisters.
Scared of the answers I would find.
I was scared of what he would risk, or do to find me.
I was scared for the dangerous he would get himself into; scared that he would get caught, or hurt.

I needed him closer, I need him as much as I needed my answers, and I knew this for a fact.

It was only him, me, and the moon, in the abandoned park that fiery summer night.
I loved him so much.
I needed him so much.
So much that I almost regretted doing this, feeling like that, because as the wind picked up again, and the breeze sang around us,

I was already gone.

~ * ~ * ~ * Abby * ~ * ~ * ~

"She's dead."

And then, for the first time, Abigail Cameron, hung her head down in shame. She had failed. Mission incomplete. Hope lost.

She's gone.

~ * ~ * ~ * Gone * ~ * ~ * ~

That night I felt like I left many things behind. I left the safety of my school, my family, my sisters, my lover, myself, and one solemn tear in that harsh concrete floor.

Cammie Morgan was gone forever more.

~ * ~ * ~ * Bex * ~ * ~ * ~

"I'll never give up! It's not true!

All a bloody lie!"

~ * ~ * ~ * Explosive Meetings* ~ * ~ * ~

I couldn't see, hear or even think straight!
Sand tornados whorled around me and, the blinding search lights, of 17 different helicopters, burned my eyelids.

I couldn't hear anything else besides the helicopter blades going around and round, taunting me, and telling me that they were getting closer.
Or the sound of bombs dropping and erupting all around me.

It was so loud, that I could almost feel the blood dripping from my earlobes.

"Don't kill her, damn it!"

Then a gas bomb was released.
And as the purple smoke surrounded me like an evil spirit, and consumed me, it forced me to undergo a deep feeling of sleepiness.

And the last thing I said was,
"Goodbye.
I'm sorry, but I promise in the name of Gillian Gallagher that I will not say a word.
I will honor her sword, and keep her secrets

for all the days of my life."

~ * ~ * ~ * Macey * ~ * ~ * ~

She looked at everyone disbelievingly.
They were certainly all crazy.

They were Gallagher Girls.

They were sisters.

It was impossible.

~ * ~ * ~ * New Forbidden Meetings* ~ * ~ * ~

Her eyes blinked several times before fully opening to the blinding light in the white room.
It was her third day here, but her first day of classes.

The first thing she saw was a gorgeous pair of green eyes.

"Welcome to Firestone Academy,"
Were the first words she heard, and the very first thing she thought was . . .
"why are those amazingly emerald eyes so. . . Empty?"

~ * ~ * ~ * Liz * ~ * ~ * ~

"How? What? No! . . . Oh my . . . It's true."
She whispered brokenly.

The matter of the fact, the point that scared everyone around her, is that her research never failed, never lied.

It was real.

It was true.

~ * ~ * ~ * The Beginning of the End * ~ * ~ * ~

"You imbecile! How dare you?" she shirked impatiently at her.

"Do you know who I am?
I'll eat you for breakfast in half a second!
If you can't even do a simple job like that, what are you doing here?"

She glared at her.
If looks could kill, the agent would have dropped dead already.
Her next few words were deadly calm, in a tone that immediately raised goose bumps in the other girl's arms.

"Get good or get dead. Now out of my sight before I take a bloody aim again!
And this Time I. Won't. Miss."

She didn't have to keep going though, by the word "out" the agent scrambled off the floor, tripped again,
but eventually ran out silently.

~ * ~ * ~ * Zach * ~ * ~ * ~

"Is that? No, it can't be . . .?
No! I just know, it isn't!
Because, if it is . . . . I swear if it is, I'm going to kill her with my own two hands."

~ * ~ * ~ * Lost Hope * ~ * ~ * ~

And the car . . . exploded into pieces.

~ * ~ * ~ * Dillon * ~ * ~ * ~

"We'll kill them all! First the rats and then . . . The girls."

"You're absolutely . . . Right, honey. Make them suffer." she said with a smirk.

~ * ~ * ~ * Incomprehensible Greetings * ~ * ~ * ~

"Run!"

"Wait— what?"

"Zachary Jared Goode, I need you to leave before-"

"How do you know-? Who are you? And why should I trust you?"

"You shouldn't," I whispered bluntly.
It was the truth; not only was I about to kill his only reason for existence, but I also let my confidence get the better of me, and because of that,
I lead him here, which immediately lead him into danger.

Not that he knew any of that stuff, just yet anyways.

He shouldn't be talking, period.

My main goal was to get him out; his, should be to save her.
Didn't he see that they were both in danger?
That hundreds of Circle Agents were running at this very second, toward our direction?

But as tired as he must be, as exhausted he must have become to get here, as out of breath from running he was slowly turning into, and as desperate he must be getting to take that girl —practically his life, whom laid unconscious on his firm arms— out of here, he still managed to give me a deadly glare.
One in which said "If you don't answer me, I'll kill us both."

A fake threat in my opinion, the young girl in his arms was too precious to loose.
And just as I was about to answer him, a shot rang out, and instantly grazed my upper arm.
"Shit!"

And even though I was in immense pain, I managed to point at myself, smirk, and say
"Spy."

He raised his eyebrow and continued our argument.

I was really starting to doubt his clearance level if he couldn't manage to hear the soft, but firm foot steps of the enemy agents nearing,
and I was getting rather impatient with his constant questions.
And maybe, just maybe, it also had to do with the fact that I was in immense pain, and gushing out blood.
I just don't believe he recognized this, because he continued his interrogation.

"Just tell me who you are!"

"Ouch!
Look, don't make me regret taking her out.
I know you love her!"

The pleading look in my eyes must have said something,
because next thing I know I'm watching my family disappear once again from my life, into the night, and to tell you the truth . . .

This time I was really happy about it.

~ * ~ * ~ * Dagger *~ * ~ *

"Do I kill her now, or later?"

~ * ~ * ~ * Magnificent Melodies* ~ * ~ * ~

"No way!"

"Damn! She's bloody good."

"Is she . . ? Are you sure. . ?"

"Yes, she's . . . our target."

~ * ~ * ~ * Mr. Vega* ~ * ~ * ~

"Dillion D Vega and Cameron Ann Morgan will seek my revenge!"

"Shut up!"

"She will kill you all!"

~ * ~ * ~ * Icy Hatred & Burning Hearts * ~ * ~ * ~

I saw her.

Face to face, eye to eye, mind to mind…Heart to heart?

No, never. My heart was gone.

So was hers.

The funny thing was . . .

That both of our hearts laid within the same person.

The same guy.

And I hated her for it.

So much.

I hated that he would always forgive her.
We are in the same side of the battle, the war, but when she goes back —because she will— he would forgive her.
He would believe her, unlike me.
I hated that he would always love her.

I know, and it sucks that I can't ever do anything about it, but I know that he would always have a bigger spot for her in his heart than me.
Always love her more than me.

Worst of all I hated that I would always love her too.

Her name was Amy.

Nothing and no one is always what they seem . . .

Keep Your Allies Close, but Your Enemies Closer.