In the end, there was only blood. Blood covering the floor, blood covering her clothes, and blood covering her hands. All Cammie could do was stare at the body she'd destroyed.
I did this.
I did this.
I did this.
It still wouldn't sink in.
Then Cammie heard a low chuckle, one of amusement and pride. "You did do this" the gleeful voice said. Cammie hadn't realized she'd been whispering her only thought over and over. " And Cameron, dear, you did it so well!" Cammie slowly and shakily turned to the woman at the caves' entrance, "Then why do I feel like this?" she breathed, still tasting the coppery tang in the air. "Oh don't worry about that, sweetheart. We'll get those pesky emotions all straightened out once we get back, okay? Dr. Steve is the very best". Cammie slowly nodded, Dr. Steve would fix everything. She'd be just fine. "Good girl" the woman purred, "let's get going now and leave this mess for the amateurs" she said, waving her hand at the bloody mess on the floor. Cammie stepped up to follow the woman out of the tunnels, but remembered a disturbing little detail from her 'time' with the dead girl. "Wait!" She burst out. The woman turned around, looking annoyed now, and raised an eyebrow. "She.. she said something- before she died." Cammie continued, scrunching up her forehead in confusion. "And what was that Cameron?" the woman asked, definitely annoyed now. "She knew my name. She called me Cammie, like she knew me or something." The woman nodded in understanding. "How?" Cammie asked. The woman, gleeful once again, slinked back towards Cammie. "Well, Cameron, dear, that poor little girl you murdered is your sister, or, she was." Cammie gazed at the small figure of the dead girl beside her for a long moment, and felt this empty and vague feeling wash over her. She felt nothing. The ghost of a smile stretched across Cameron Ann Morgan's lips. Perhaps she would't need to go see Dr. Steve today after all, she was beginning to purge her emotions just fine on her own. Cammie turned back to the woman, who was speaking into her Comms Unit that they were ready to head back to The Pit, and cleared her throat. "I'm ready now, ma'am" Cammie stated firmly. The woman smirked and reached over, stroking Cammie's jet black hair behind her ear. "Good" the woman said, "they're ready to debrief us." Cammie followed the woman out of the cave and into the dark tunnels.
Just before they plunged into complete darkness, the woman stopped, turning back around. Cammie watched the fading light from the cave flash across the woman's brilliant green eyes. "And how many times have I told you to call me Catherine?" the woman stated with her signature smirk that somehow, Cammie swears she remembers on someone else...
A/N: Hey! This is my first fanfic and I'm just kind of messing around with characters and ideas. I will probably continue with this story- just gonna see where my ideas take me. But let me know what you think- if the ideas are good, if the beginning there seems to catch your interest, if you like the possibility of a darker and a possibly mentally unstable Cammie working with Catherine and the COC, just type a few words telling me so! Thanks for checking this out!
~ H