Fourth Chapter! PLEASE ENJOY!

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Chapter Four: The Beginning

It opened to reveal...

It opened to reveal... Joe Solomon.

Cameron furrowed her eyebrows. "Mr. Solomon?" She asked, slightly hesitant. She had a bad feeling about what was going on... If being tied to a chair meant anything.

Solomon wore a blank expression on his face. His eyes were expressionless with a slight hint of disappointment, while his lips formed a straight line. "I'm sorry, Cameron."

Cameron's heart flustered in her chest. "Why are you apologizing?" Her voice was shaky. She was afraid of the answer.

Solomon didn't answer for a while, then he shook his head. "I'm sorry." He repeated.

"W-why...W-why are you apologizing?" Cameron was panicking by now. She trashed against her binds. "What's going on?!" She raised her voice. "Why are you apologizing?! WHY AM I TIED UP?!"

Of course, she would scream. He was just standing there by the door without answering anything. He stood there sympathetically.

Solomon took out a pocket knife and placed it on the table. "You failed your mission." He simply uttered out.

Cameron stopped her movements, wincing when she felt the resulting sting on her skin from her struggle. "What...Mission?" She whispered.

"The mission was to see if you were paying attention to your surroundings. You allowed us to get close to you, Cameron. You allowed us to seep sleeping powder into your drink." Solomon watched her from under his eye lashes.

"You aren't the Cameron I used to know." He shook his head.

Cameron frowned, deeply. "Solomon... I have amnesia. I don't remember who I was..Or what to do.. This is still all new to me. I'm not your Cameron...And I'll probably never be." She gave him a smile full of pity. She didn't know why she felt sorry for him... But she just hoped that he understood this and let her go.

Solomon scowled at her. He wasn't the warm person she met in the Café that one day... He was another person. "Which is why..." He paused and pushed the pocket knife closer to her. "I am going to give you another chance."

Cameron slumped against the chair; It wasn't the kind of answer she was expecting. "What kind of chance?"

Solomon gave a wicked smile. "If you can escape our confines... If you can escape from our grasp...Then you can come back to your old life; unharmed."

Cameron's eyebrows shot up. "Escape from your grasps...?"

"Once you step into your house, the mission is over; Then you will decide whether you wish to come back...Or stay in your peaceful life." He chuckled softly at the last bit.

"And if I don't agree to do this mission?" Cameron just had to ask. Her heart was thumping fast and she felt the ceiling spin. She was afraid that she might go into a panic attack. It wouldn't be the first time, you know.

"You die." Solomon's eyes hardened. "Mike told you that we will abandon you if you didn't complete the mission...And THAT was partially true. We will abandon you...But we can't possibly let you go with all the information you have recently required. "

Cameron's mind was processing this information as fast as it could. "Are...Are you saying that if I don't...I mean...If I fail this second chance...I die?" She whispered softly; Her eyes wide with fear...But also with cold calculation, she knew that he wasn't just joking around.

"That is correct." Solomon moved to turn the door knob."Think about it. I will be back for the answer."

"No." Solomon stopped his movement and looked over his shoulder. His eyes showed curiosity.

"No?" He questioned.

"I know my answer already." She raised her arms as much as she could. "But I want my arms freed, before the mission starts." She knew that what she was asking, was impossible. But she had a feeling that she was just too important to be lost on a single mission.

Solomon turned around and stared down at her.

"No..." He started. "But I can make an exception and tie them together instead of against the chair."

Cameron nodded, relief setting into her stomach. Now she had a head start. She already had a plan formed in her head... And if everything came out right...Then she will survive.

Solomon walked out of the room after tying Cameron's wrist together. He ran a hand down his face.

Walking back into the room where all the surveillance camera were, he met with Mike Becker. He was Cameron's adopted brother and CIA guardian/bodyguard.

"Are we doing the right thing?" Mike asked, worried. He sat in a spinning chair as he watched the screen that showed Cameron's room.

Solomon nodded, grimly. "It has too. It will work out." He too watched the screen. "I saw her." He sat down on a chair next to Mike.

Mike glanced at him, puzzled. "Saw who?"

"I saw the cold calculating Cameron. I saw the old Cameron... That young little girl who was wise beyond her years. That successful trainee.. No... Spy that was building up in experience...If the accident didn't happen." He breathed in. "Then I'm sure that she would be even better than parents and me combined."

Mike chuckled, "If your plan goes right...Then she will come back, Solomon." He turned back to watch Cameron. "She will leave behind this life in pursue of one that she has lost."

"How are you so sure of that?" Solomon watched as Cameron took a deep breath and leaned down. She had taken the knife from the table and had cut of the ropes that tied her wrists together; She was now working on her ankles. "How can you be sure...That even when she gets her memory back...She'll come back to this dangerous life?"

Mike held back a smile. "Because even as Cameron Becker... She thrived for the most dangerous things. She loved thriller...Crimes...Suspension. She kept telling me on how she wanted to live through one. Even as Cameron Becker...She pretended to be someone else. She didn't like the life she had at home. One of solitude, sadness, and anger. Instead, she pretended to be someone else outside. Every time she went out, she was a different person.

Solomon laughed and leaned back against the chair. "So she hasn't changed much."

Mike's eyes suddenly went sad. "No... That is where you are wrong. She has changed." He shook his head. "Cameron Morgan and Cameron Becker are not the same person, Solomon. Don't ever forget about that."

Solomon looked at him confused but Mike was back to watching Cameron. He took a deep breath and decided to leave the matter aside; It was obvious Mike wasn't going to talk anymore.

Once Cameron had her limbs free, she pocketed the knife and looked around her room. It didn't have an air vent nor did it have windows. She sighed. 'This is going to be harder than I thought.'

Suddenly, she tensed. She heard footsteps heading towards her room. Cameron made a quick decision and stood beside the door; pressed against the wall.

She held in her breath and counted '1,2...3!' The door swung open and she lunged at the intruder.

Solomon watched with proud eyes as he watched Cameron take down a guy twice her size. She was on his back and had her legs wrapped around his waist as she held him in a choke hold. The look in her eyes were as cold as he saw them earlier; emotionless now.

The man's face was growing pale and after much struggling; He crumbled to the floor.

Solomon watched as Cameron stood over him triumphant. "What are you going to do now?" He whispered, excited. He was so sure... He could taste it on the tip of his tongue... Cameron was slowly...But surely... Coming back.

He watched as she dashed out the door and disappeared from the camera's view. He held back a grin. He couldn't wait for when she did.

Cameron took big gulps of air as she stopped in the middle of the hallway. She had passed by many doors... Too many for her to count...And she had yet to find an escape door.

She sighed irritated and looked up at the ceiling. Just when she heard footsteps coming her way, she noticed an air vent above her. Cameron grinned.

For once, she was glad that she was tall and that the ceiling looked relatively close to her. She jumped with her arms stretched above her and succeeded in pushing the rails of the air vent off.

Jumping up again, she gripped the sides and pulled herself up as fast as she could. She heard the voices getting closer to where she was. She hurriedly pushed the rails back to where they were and crawled back.

Cameron watched as two men looked around for her. She held back a chuckled and proceeded to crawl away from the area. 'This is just too easy.'

She crawled to the very end of the air vent, which was where the fast spinning fan was. Cameron cursed softly to herself and started brainstorming for a way to stop the spinning fan, so she could slip through the holes and jumped down; Below was an empty room with a large window.

She took out her pocket knife and took a deep breath. She hoped that this worked, if not then she was Dead. With the capital D.

Cameron closed her eyes and opened them again with determination. She angled the knife and aimed. The knife successfully embedded itself between the razors of the fan, stopping its movement. (Luck happens?). She sighed in relief.

Cameron stuck her head through one of the holes and looked around the room. She saw that no one was in there, so she jumped down. She held a small smile on her lips as she walked over to the window. Her plan was working smoothly.

Solomon's eyes dashed from screen to screen, looking for Cameron's figure. She was nowhere to be found.

Mike chuckled. "To think how well she fits her codename..."

Solomon suddenly glued his eyes to one screen in particular. Cameron had popped into one of the rooms closest to the forest; one with a giant opened window.

His grin widened and he felt his blood pulsing through his veins. He stood up and headed towards the door.

Mike's voice stopped him. "Where are you going?"

Solomon's eyes glinted with mischief. "I can't possibly let her pass this mission without hardships, now can I?" And strutted out the door.

Cameron was half way climbing out of the window, when she heard a shout. "Get her!"

Her eyes widened and her lips tightened. She jumped down and took off running into the one place that she knew most; better than herself. The forest.

She heard a couple of footsteps behind her; matching her every stride. She cursed and sped up.

"Stop!" One shouted. "We aren't going to hurt you!"

It was a tactic... Cameron thought to herself in disgust. 'Do they really think I'm just a stupid little girl?'

Cameron took a sharp left and disappeared into the mist. She held a hand over her face to protect it from the branches and the leaves sticking out. It was silent, except for her cautious footsteps.

She was breathing heavily as she continued her journey across the forest. She headed straight, trusting that her gut was right.

Suddenly, she heard someone running; footsteps that weren't hers. She cursed yet again and swung herself up onto a branch. She climbed a little bit higher; just to be safe.

She squinted her eyes to look better at who it was. It was a boy. Her eyes widened in realization. It was the boy from the mall, Zachary.

She bit her lip as she watched him look around for her. Her first impression of him was fabulous. She could admit that she had dreams of him; that she had developed a crush just by his parting words. She gave a silent sigh.

'I can't trust him.'Her eyes hardened in realization. She couldn't trust anyone not as long as she was doing this mission...Or maybe... Maybe she will never trust anyone again..

Black vans swarmed in on them; they came from all sides. They were trapped in the car.

Little Cameron shook in her father's arms. She was afraid of what was going to happen. She knew from just the look in his eyes...That this wasn't going to come out right.

Matthew looked straight into his daughter's eyes. "Cameron.. We are about to be captured. Taken. Abducted." He breathed in. "I'm sorry that I got you into this." He combed his daughter's hair softly. The voices where growing louder by each second.

"I'm sorry for what you are going to experience." He had tears in his eyes. "I didn't plan this for you."

Little Cameron watched as her father kept apologizing to her in anguish. She must have been only 8 years old... But she understood what her father was saying. They were going to be tortured. Her heart was thumping so fast... It was inhuman.

Her father suddenly gripped her shoulders; the voices were just outside the door. "No matter what you do... Do not trust these people." He hugged her tight. "You can only trust yourself from now on."

And then the door was ripped open...

Cameron watched as Zach headed back to the same direction he came from. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

She waited a couple of minutes before jumping down and running as fast as she could to the exit of the forest. She could already see civilization coming to view.

Suddenly, she was tackled from behind. Grunting, she punched her attacker's face and kicked him off.

It was Zach. Her eyes narrowed at him as they both stood up, facing each other. Her lips formed a sneer as she crouched down in a familiar stance.

"I don't want to hurt you." He said. His eyes were sad as he watched her. "I just want to take you back. Escaping like this won't do you any good."

Cameron laughed, coldly. "It won't do me any good?" She straightened herself up in a relaxed form, but you could still see that she was poised to attack at any time.

"Go back, Zachary." Her eyes watched for his every movement. She was cautious.

Zach frowned. "I can't. I was sent to bring you back, Cameron. You are in danger out here; even more without your memories." He took a step forward, but stopped when he saw her snarl. This was a different Cameron; The look in her eyes was cold and murderous. Different from the sweet and shy Cameron from the mall.

"Let us protect you." Zach whispered to her.

Cameron narrowed her eyes. "I've been protected enough." She snapped. She didn't know why that sentence made her angry...But it did. It made her furious.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw the crowd that had formed at the park. She smirked inwardly. It would be easier to lose him in a crowd.

"I'm sorry, Zachary." She took a step back. "I faintly remember some things." She paused. "And..." She took another step. "I never really liked to be protected." She forced a grin. "My father told me everything he knew. He taught me everything he knew. You know why?"

Zach was shocked. He was stunned that she had remembered so much, in such a short amount of time. "You remember?"

She nodded. "Not all but some..." She took a deep breath and prepared herself for what she was going to do. "The last advice he gave me..." She watched him with half-lidded eyes. "Was not to trust anyone, but myself. So why should I trust you? Or Solomon? Or anyone to protect me?" She breathed in. "They didn't protect me before... How can they protect me now?"

And with that said, she turned around and took of to the crowd.

Zach ran after her, but stopped when he lost sight of her blond-headed self. He inhaled and ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

Cameron smoothed her hair into a pony tail with a rubber band, one that she had in her pocket. She continued her way through the crowd; her pace was slow and steady. She took her time to relax herself; to calm down the adrenaline that ran through the veins.

"Now..." She whispered to herself and eyed the exits of the park. "To find an easy exit and head home." She was glad that she lived closed to said apartment. All she had to do was ask for a taxi and give the $5 that she had in her pockets.

Cameron walked quickly to the exit with the most crowd and climbed into one of the taxis that were lined up on the side-walk.

"Where to?" The taxi driver had a Spanish accent to his voice.

She gave him the directions to her house and slid down on the chair. She made sure that she was just below the windows; she didn't want to be 'accidentally' seen.

Once they arrived, she paid the driver and stood on the side-walk.

Two cars were parked inside the garage. Cameron frowned. "So they're here, huh?"

She shook her head and quietly opened the door. Looking inside, she saw that the living room and the kitchen were empty.

Walking up the stairs, she heard music being played loudly and sighed. That meant the family was home.

She creaked her door opened and froze. Her eyes met with icy blue eyes; the eyes of her father. He sat stiffly on her bed, looking at her with fury.

"Where have you been?" He asked as he stood up.

Cameron flinched. "Does it matter? I'm here."

"Where have you been?" He repeated. Her adoptive father was called Jason Becker.

Cameron moved to answer, but Jason continued speaking. "The school called and told me that you have been absent for 3 days. They wondered if you were sick... Unable to assist classes." He narrowed his eyes. "And then some guy named Joe Solomon, called to ask permission for trip. He said he was your homeroom teacher. So, let me ask you again. Where have you been, Cameron Becker?"

Cameron's cheeks flushed at being called by her full name. "You really want to know?" Her jaw tightened. "I've had a rough week. Considering the fact that your kids trashed my room. I got fired from my job, and then suddenly some guy comes and tells me that he KNOWS me. That KNOWS my past."

She breathed in; trying to calm the sudden anger. "He tells me that I am a Morgan. A CAMERON MORGAN. Not Becker...No never Becker. He tells me that I have a nice mother, grandparents. He tells me about my accident."

She watched as her father paled. "You told me it was a car accident. That both my parents died...Why? Why did you lie to me? Why did you even adopt me? To keep me incarcerated here?"

Jason was stunned. He was lost in words; speechless. "You don't know what you are saying."

"Don't I?" Cameron's eyebrow raised in accusation. "I've been remembering, Father." She stressed the word out. "I've been remembering a lot...And reminiscing. "

Jason narrowed his eyes and walked up to her. He gripped her chin roughly and forced her to look at him. "It doesn't matter what you found out, Cameron. You WILL respect me and my family. No matter who you were... Now you are CAMERON BECKER." He chuckled. "I doubt your mother wants a freak like you anyways." He stared at her with cold eyes. "But then, I do have use to you. Compared to my children, you brought pride to this family." He let go of her chin and combed her hair. "It doesn't matter who you were. I have shaped you to be independent." He grinned. "I have treated you like my daughter; my favorite."

Cameron flinched. "I don't care what you say. You didn't do anything for me! Yes, you adopted me, gave me food and shelter... But.. You never gave me love as a father should." She sneered. "I'm leaving this household. Today."

Jason raised an eyebrow. "And where will you go?"

Cameron shook her head and walked past him. She grabbed a suitcase and started feeling it with clothes and her necessities. "Whenever this life leads me... Anywhere but here."

Jason watched as Cameron shoved everything into the suitcase. "If you walk out of this house, you can never come back. I will not treat you as my daughter. I will stop your allowance from coming."

Cameron laughed. "I don't need your things." And with that said, she walked out of her room... And into her NEW life.

Or should I say old?

Cameron walked out of the house and heard clapping. She looked up to meet the proud eyes of a grinning Solomon. He was leaning against a black fancy sports car.

"Congratulations." He motioned her to walk over. "You passed your mission...And it seems you have chosen your path as well?"

Cameron nodded, walking over. "Is this my ride?" She ran a hand through the sides of the car. "It's a beauty." She admired.

Solomon chuckled. "That she is." He got in the driver's seat, while Cameron sat in the passenger seat after she had put away her bags.

"Where are were going now?" She asked after a couple of minutes into the drive.

"Home."

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