The Nightmares That Seem Like Dreams

by Don't Forget About Me

Zach Goode did it. He killed her. She's gone for good, but the COC won't stop at that. They want revenge. But they're practically nothing without her. He feels the guilt, the pain, aching in his chest, in his heart. But it's too late. She's... she's gone. Dead. Forever. She may be gone, but Zach still has to deal with the Nightmares That Seem Like Dreams. T for deaths. -Post GG5.-

1. Prologue

The Nightmares

"You have three shots, Zach. Make them count." the Director said through Zachary Goode's Comms unit.

His mother.

His mother was there, outside of the Circle's latest safe house, only 30 feet away.

It was her time, and he had three tries to kill her.

Only three.

She had done so much wrong. She had taken so many innocent lives.

She deserves to die, he thought. They may be innocent, by Zach wasn't.

He shot the first bullet. It landed three feet from her. Missed. Catherine Goode ran for her life. She knew her son would kill her if he got the chance.

Zach ran after her. He took the second shot. It deeply grazed her shoulder, and dark blood matching her hair poured out of it. She kept running for her life, not treating the fatal wound. She didn't have time. She had to run.

Zach caught up with her. He was only thirteen feet away now. This was his last chance. He thought of what she'd done –kill his father, kill Cammie's father. Cammie. She tried to kill Cammie.

He loved Cammie. And she tried to take that away.

In all of his anger, his rage, his pure hatred for his mother, he didn't remember aiming the gun at the small of her back. He didn't process the fact that his finger was on the trigger.

All he saw was his own flesh and blood fall to the ground, dead.

It was finished. He was done.

Her blood was on her own son's hands.

Zachary Goode just killed his own mother.