Prisioner
Chapter 1
Cammie POV
as i sat in a dirty cell in the COC HQ, i replayed one particualr moment in my head.
i was walking into town arm-linked with my 3 bestfriends in the world. liz, bex and macey. we were laughing, jumping, and smiling like mad women. we were so happy, then the van and the men in black came at us. i kept liz behind me, guarding my most frail bestfriend. bex had 3 guys, macey had 2, and i was fighting 2 while keeping an eye on liz.. we were winning, there were only 4 left. but just as i was about to slap napotine patch on one, they pulled out guns, and pressed one to my temple, and one to macey's. bex stopped fighting, and went to liz, defending her. i loooked to see macey presed against one guy, with a knife to her throat, and a gun to her back. i was the same. "choose." a guy said appearing for the van. "cameron, or macey? it your choice" he snarled. bex and liz looked from me to macey and back to me. "MACEY!" i yelled at them. "TAKE MACEY HOME! they want me." i finished the last part of my sentence quietly as tears thundered down my cheeks. macey shook her head vigorously, and i looked at her. the leader smiled evilly. "yes, we do want cameron. but ill i just love watching this little debate. lets make it more interesting." he pressed the knife in my throat harder. i felt a thick trail of blood trickle down my throat, and my vision go blurry. luz burst out in tears, bex looked paniced, mentally warring with herself. i looked to see macey almost passed out. "Take her." i said quietly. heartbroken. "its ok. ill be fine." leader snorted but i continued. bex just stood there. "I SAID TAKE HER YOU IDIOT!" tears were falling as fast as a cheetah runns. making it almost impossible to see. a tear trickled down bex's cheeck, and macey looked at me. "cam-" she siad weekly. i cut her off with a single look. liz fell to the floor, and bex walked up, and snatched macey from the guys hands. my mouth opened a bit, and, despite the fact that thats what i had told her to do, i couldnt help but feel a little bit betrayed as i kept eye contact with bex as i dirty rag was placed over my mouth, and i breathed in a seckly sweet smell. i smiled weekly and nodded ever so slightly. letting them know its ok. bex held macey back as i got draged into the van, tears streaming down both their faces. liz was still on her hands and knees, like she couldnt move.
a loud bang on the door pulled me out of my memories. it'd been 6 months since i had been taken by the COC. 6 months since bex and liz had to choose between me and macey. but even now, as i sit in a dirty cell, bloody, bruised and broken from torture. i didnt regret a thing. i dont regret making them take macey home, and leaving me. and thats what kept me strong. thats what kept me from breaking. just knowing that in gallagher, my sisters. my mother. macey. is safe, and well.
"MORGAN!" the guard yelled. "BOSS WANTS TO SEE YA!" i was jerked up by another guard, and dragged down a series of hallways i went down everyday. i was thrown into a business like room, with a desk and a chair on each side of it. the same room as everyday. the chair they sat me down in, was already stained with my blood. the boss, or 'charlie' as i like to call him. much to his dismay. he paced infront of me, and i rolled my eyes.
"so, what'll it be today charlie?" i tauntered like every other day. "whips? knife? gun? ohohoh, no THE CAT OF NINETAILS?" i loved teasing him. it was fun.
"no" he said smugly and wheeled in a TV and DVD. "this" ok, what. the. hell?
"awww, you love me enough to have a movie marathon with me?" i said sweetly. "we can have popcorn and soda, OH and CHOCOLATE!" charlie rolled his eyes, and pressed play. i shut my mouth at first glimpse at the pictures. it was bex, liz and macey. and they were...happy. i mean, they should be happy. its not like they were gonna mourn me forever. but they were SUPER happy. more tears welled up in my eyes as i realised that all my stuff had been taken out of the room, and was now the beanbag corner. the only thing left of mine, was my quilt from my grandma in nebraska. and that was on the floor. mavey was jumping, and clapping. liz was sitting in the beanbag hwere my dresser used to be. and bex was... bex was, using my custom made teddy bear version of the 4 of us i made at that shop liz dragged us into, for a foot rest. her foot over my face. my tears spilled over.
"what about your mom?" charlie said, changing the image to one of my mom in her office, with TINA! she was huggin tina, telling tina how proud she was of her. CALLING HER KIDDO! THATS WHAT SHE CALLS ME! or, well. used to call me. i've been replaced, and totally forgotten. charlie looked at me.
"and what about dear zachary, cameron?" he siad. i looked up to glare at him. he smied slimily. "now now. he hasnt forgotten you. infact, hes closer than you think." he said as he cocked an eyebrown, and another gurd came in, dragging a swearing, pissed as zach. i opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
"zach?" i managed to mutter. his head shot up immediatly, and his emerald eyes bore into my blue eyes. "cam?" he siad weakly. "you're alive?" i smiled weakly back, and nodded. NO DUH! i wanted to yell, but i couldnt. charlie walked over to me, and placed a hand under my chin, lifting my gaze to his muddy brown eyes. "you see, ms morgan" he started, walking over to zach. "we're going to try another approach. see, torturing you isnt doing any good for the information way. but what if we hurt zach here, will that get you to talk?" he asked. i felt my face pale, and rage build up in my body..nu uh. they are NOT going to hrt zach. he bound my hands and legs to the chair i was in, and walked over to chain zach to the wall, where they had chained me many times over, the past 6 months. zach took one look at the blood stained wall, then cast a wide eyed look at me.
"thats right, goode." charlie said menacingly. "thats cameron;s blood on that wall. and soon, yours will be too if cameron here doesnt tell us what we want." he smiled evilly at me, and i scowled at him. the guard chained zach to the wall, and left the room. leaving zach and i with charlie.
"let him go charlie" i said, my voice cracking. "hes got nothing to do with any of this. its between me and you." he shook hi head at me.
"oh cameron. how nieve, but so cute." he said. im not cute! "zach knows why we want you. you both." i cast a accusing look to zach, then a glare to charlie.
"ahh. you see, cameron" he started. "you here are the offspring of 2 of the greatest spies in the world. an amazing pavement artist: Chris Morgan, and an impressive feild agent: Rachel Cameron. combine the two, and you get Cameron Ann Morgan: BEST pavement artist in the world, and still training. and AMAZING potential in the feild. a CIA legacy. and #1 spy in the world." WHAT! he starte talking again. "then we have Anne Freeman: well known in close contact battle, and sniping. and Jared Goode: ghost, and feild opperative. combine those 2, and you get Zachary Jared Goode: infamous ghost, and long range battle. another CIA legacy. not as good though i might say. and #2 spy in the world. now. even your friends are in this. they're good, just not as good. not a threat like you 2. Rebecca Baxter, #3 spy in the world. Grant Newman, #4. and macey, #5spy in the world. then we have the hackers. Elizabeth Sutton, #1 hacker in the world. Jonas Anderson, #2 hacker. then again, we have our very own cameron at #3, and zach at #4." he came and ran a finger down the length of my face. "you and your friends, and are the next best generation of spies. but again, only you and zach are important. the others aren;t very good wihout you 2. not a threat." and woth that as his last words, he left the room. me tied to a chair, and zach chained to the wall.