School used to be so tough for me. What with all the homework, school work, teachers, bullies, cliques. It took me a while to fit in, but once I knew my colors, I stayed true to who I was. That wasn't the case here at Montague. I was 100% different to everyone else here. I mean it; I literally did not fit in here.
And that was by far the funniest thing ever.
-CHAPTER TWO-
'So you're the infamous Cameron Morgan, eh?' Zach said as the elevator doors dinged open. There he was, stood all casually and suave leaning against the wall.
I scoffed. 'Who are you calling infamous? Last time I heard, you were the "most dangerous person in the school",' I shot back.
He smirked. He actually smirked. 'Well...' he trailed off, raising his eyebrows up and down twice. I raised my eyebrows up, too, in a bring it kind of way. He smirked again and bustled off down the corridor. I followed, making extra sure to remember where I was going.
We passed all kinds of doors, doors with labels you wouldn't expect in such a prestigious school like this.
Medical Supplies
Research and Development Laboratory
Computer Laboratory
Disguise Wardrobe
Quarantine
'What is this place?' I muttered as I passed a door saying Weaponry and other Explosives.
'Cameron,' Zach started, as he turned into a room labelled Shooting Range, 'welcome to Montague.'
Apparently, this is school is some sort of elite Defence school. Or so they say. Imagine your school soccer pitch, then imagine it 6 times that size, that's how big this Shooting Range is. Seriously.
It was equipped with long distance targets, short distance targets, moving targets, pop up targets, everything. On the left, there was a door labelled Weaponry and other Explosives. This school is seriously really weird.
'Zach,' I started, awestruck. 'Listen closely, because I will never say this again. In my many years, I have never once been so amazed.'
He smirked, satisfied. 'Want to know the best thing?'
I nodded, unable to do much else.
'We have this whole basement to ourselves,' he winked.
'WHAT?' I yelled, snapping back to reality.
He jumped back a few steps at the volume of my shout. 'Well, you don't expect to go out into the Drayton with no training do you?' he asked, sarcastically.
I sneered. 'Oh, babe, you have no idea what I'm capable of. And if you have any luck, you probably won't find out.'
He raised an eyebrow. 'Oh, babe,' he mocked, 'you have no idea what I'm capable of.'
I mean, sure, I'm not exactly new to this ordeal, but the fact that THIS is underneath a prestigious school like this is kind of scary. In my old school, this wasn't exactly a shock if we found this sort of thing underneath the main building, but underneath a goody-to-shoes school is really strange.
'So what does a girl like you do for fun?' Zach asked as he fired off a shot at one of the closer targets.
I placed the butt of my gun in the crook of my shoulder, tightened my grip on the magazine and carefully placed my finger over the trigger. I aimed, clicked the safety off and pulled the trigger. Bulls-eye.
'Impressive,' he praised with a nod.
I watched as he secured the butt of his shotgun in the crook of his shoulder, placed a hand over the safety and trigger, grabbed the fore-stock and in one quick motion, he clicked off the safety and pulled the trigger. Miss.
I laughed. 'You cannot be serious?'
'What?' he asked, all innocent-like.
'You're a 15 year old guy who doesn't know how to shoot a rifle? You never played a video game or something?'
He glared. Then smirked. He walked to the Weapon room, and came back with a FAMAS-F1. He pulled out the table, and balanced the bipod stand on it. Again, he placed the butt into the crook of his shoulder, strengthened his grip on the magazine block and again he pulled the trigger, and again, he missed.
'Come here, you're doing it wrong,' I laughed. I handed him my AK47. 'Okay, so now, you need to place this bit-' I pointed to the butt '-in to the crook of your shoulder.'
He did so, adjusting his arm to a comfortable position. 'Now, grab hold of the magazine with your left hand, really tightly. Then grab hold of the pistol grip with your right hand. Don't put your finger over the trigger just yet. Look through your scope and aim. Take your hand of the pistol grip and click off the safety. Replace your hand there, and put your finger on the trigger. Look back through the scope, and then...pull.'
He did, and this time, his bullet actually hit the target.
'There you go, you did it,' I smiled.
'So, you never answered my question. What does a girl like you do for fun?'
'Oh, you know...the usual. Chasing drug dealers, fighting crime, protecting the world,' I said, dramatically.
He laughed. 'Now the truth.'
I was about to reply when we were plunged into darkness. 'Oh Cammie...' I heard a voice sing. 'Come here, darlin'.' The voice was coming from the other end of the shooting range.
'Zach,' I said urgently, recognizing the voice. 'You need to go, get out of here. Go up to the top floor and stay there. Do not tell anyone about what's going on down here, do you hear me?'
'What?'
'Leave the boy, Cammie. He's not trained,' the voice cackled.
'I remember when you weren't trained, Tracy!' I yelled, hating myself for training her. 'Zach, go!' I shouldered my gun and turned on the night vision. There she was, slowly walking towards us, her teasing smirk set on her lips. Zach was still next to me. 'Get out of here!' I screamed at him.
And then I heard another voice. 'You don't need to be here, kid. Listen to our Cammie, here. Leave.'
I looked back through the night vision; they were still a good 55 yards away, at least. Turning back to Zach, I made a grab for his hand. 'Please, just leave now,' I begged. I felt him squeeze my hand, and then he was gone, out the door, out of harm's way.
I shouldered the gun again and looked through the scope. If I shot now, then she'd be dead before she hit the floor. But that'd be too easy for her.
'What do you want, Tracy?' I asked, keeping my scope trained on her. She was the biggest threat.
'My, haven't you grown? Can you believe it's only been 2 weeks? Gosh, it feels like forever since we last saw each other!' She gushed, as if we were long-lost friends, which we weren't. 'How time does fly.'
'Don't you look cute in the uniform get-up?' The boy next to her said. 'Come give your best friend a hug?' Jamie said.
45 yards.
'Hey, Cam, miss me?' I heard a voice say in my ear. Only one person smells like that.
'Don't you dare call me that, Daniel,' I hissed, stepping away from him. I knew why they were here. I knew why they'd bother to travel so far to get here. They needed something else. 'What do you need?' I asked, drawing myself up.
'We,' I heard another voice say - Aimee, 'don't need anything. It's them who need something.'
I knew exactly who she was referring to.
'You don't fit in here, Cameron,' Jamie said. I laughed. That was the truth. 'Come back to the base, girl.'
30 yards.
I could still feel Daniel's breath on my neck, but I didn't dare turn around, because I knew what would be waiting for me. I lowered my gun.
'What do they need now?' I asked, lifting my head up.
I could almost feel Daniel's smile.
And I knew what that meant, too. 'It's not what, is it?' I asked the darkness. 'It's who this time, isn't it?'
Before I could get a reply, I was already on the floor, knocked out.
-DRAYTON CHALLENGE-
Dear, Cammie,
I write this letter from my kitchen. They've come for me. They found out that I lied to them and now they've come to get me. By God, I didn't want it to end like this. I wanted to be able to be a proper dad.
I wanted to take you fishing, go on road trips with you, I wanted to meet your first boyfriend, watch you go off to prom, cry when you graduate, wish you good luck on your first job. I wanted to walk you down the aisle, hold your first child, and be a real dad.
But I really messed that up, huh?
I should never have lied to her, Cam.
I should have just told them all the truth. But where would that have got me? If I hadn't had told the truth then I would've have been killed for betraying my country. So I guess, in a way, the country owes me.
I hope, in a few years time, you'll understand what I'm about to tell you. There's a list. A very special list. It's been in our family for decades, maybe even centuries. Only we Morgan's know about it. Of course, there's not exactly a hard copy. It's kind of in our minds. You'll know what I mean when the time comes. It's meant to stay in the male generation, but since we had you, it's been passed down to you. A girl. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. But there are some people who want the list, some very determined people. People who will stop at nothing to make sure it's not passed down to the next generation. And I guess that's why I'm where I am.
I told the people who wanted it, that I'd told a bunch of Japanese. I didn't. I'm not that stupid.
Please, Cammie. When you understand what I mean, do not tell anybody about it. You never know who can be trusted these days.
I love you Camster.
Dad Xx
So, what do you think?
