The mission went wrong. I was the only one alive, just. I was being tracked. Exhaustion was affecting my judgement, sight and movements. Blood loss was making me sleepy. I needed to disappear. The CIA was no longer safe. The COC agents had infiltrated the top levels. They knew who I was. I knew who they were. For now I needed to run, disappear. Thinking back I am glad Cameron Morgan is just a whisper amongst CIA agents. It made slipping through the cracks easy.
Solomon. Blackthorn was my destination, speed was a necessity. I had a small warehouse set up nearby for emergencies like this. Cash, motorbike, spare clothes and fake identities. I would be able to clean myself up, recover and ride out the next morning.
I arrived at the warehouse. I had been compromised. I had just sat down when the camera's picked up movement. The agents were outside. They had found me. No time like the present. I empty the safe of cash, roughly $50,000. Three sets of jeans, singlets, underwear, tops and one thick jacket. On the way out grab my helmet, two hand guns, strap on 6 knives and mount my bike. Kicking it to life I feel a pulse of adrenaline rush through my system. Suddenly I am awake, ready and I suppose looking for a death wish as I ride out. The COC agents are caught off guard. Good! I ride and do not look back.
Mentally I take note of the damage I have sustained to my body. 53 hours without sleep. Bruised shoulder, swollen ankle, black eye, long gash across my collar bone, suspected fractured ribs, numerous bruises I was beginning to feel. I knew I was covered in blood, sweet and mud. 15 minutes from Blackthorn my eyesight started faulting. 10 minutes away I was shaking on the bike, exhaustion had finally caught up. 5 minutes away I was seeing double. Vision was slowly turning white, black spots were appearing everywhere. The front gates I pushed through. And kicked the bike up a gear and rode up the driveway. I saw the steps to the main building and then nothing… black. I heard the bike fall on me, I felt my breathing slow, I heard footsteps running, the bikes engine being turned off. I felt peaceful. Safe. I smiled.
Zach's POV
Solomon had as running suicide drills for something loud mouth Grant had said when suddenly we hear a bike racing up the driveway. The stupid rider wasn't slowing. We all paused as the security alarm sounded. The motorbike rider collapsed outside the main building. You could still hear the motor running. I was sprinting across the field with my class behind me. There was a mystery person in Blackthorn! Were they dangerous? Who were they? I pulled the keys from the bike. The rider still hadn't moved. They were quite small, slender, their jeans were ripped and bloody, their jacket didn't give away too much about the mystery rider either. They were definitely out cold. Grant lifted the bike while I removed the helmet. Golden locks overflowed their confinement. Cameron, Cammie Morgan was revealed. I was taken aback. She was a mess! Solomon made his way through the group and paled. He was speechless. Sorrow, love and protection flashed through his eyes. I moved. Cammie was in my arms, bridal style. Her head was limp falling back. She was dead weight. I was afraid of how little she weighed. Grant was running in front of me opening doors as we made our way to the infirmary. Solomon was following behind us. I had never seen him this distracted; looking this vulnerable. Who was this girl?
Cammie's POV
I came round to beeping noises. A pump raising and falling, there were low murmurs in the corner of the room. Light hurt my eyes. Everything was white; the bed sheets, my clothes, the furniture. There were needles sticking into both of my wrists. Tubes were everywhere. I had one under my nose. I couldn't move. Suddenly violent coughs were wracking my body. They felt like 10 pounds of flem needed to come out. My ribcage felt like it was breaking every time I took in air. Definitely fractured ribs. A nurse rushed to my side. Fluid was injected into me. Suddenly I realised I had no recollection of where I was. I became defensive.
"Who are you? Where am I?" I started pulling at the tubes attached to me. I had to breathe deeply not to pass out from the pain of moving and removing all these tubes. The nurse tried to restrain me. He was preparing another injection; I started running for the door. I didn't know where to run I just felt the need to flee!
I followed a hallway that led to another one. I was really disorientated. I was scared. My head could not put two thoughts together. I was limping, swaying, pushing off walls to stay up right. This was bad. Definitely bad! I just kept running.
Suddenly hands grabbed my shoulder from behind. I span. Green worried eyes met my icy confused ones. "Zach? Where am I?"
"Blackthorn." He was coming closer. I wriggles out of his grasp. I took the best defensive stance position I could in my condition.
"Why am I here? What happ…" Suddenly memories of my mission came back. The murder of my team, the running, the torture, the rape… Oh god I remembered his hands all over my body. The smile as he places his dirty fingers inside me. The way he kissed me, I felt like I was drowning. I would never forget the pain I felt that night.
I looked at Zach seeing concern for me and I broke down. There was nothing left in me except raw emotion. I wept for my comrades, I wept for my pain. Zach approached me, slowly like you would a kitten backed into a corner. Timidly he reached for my shoulder. He gaged that I wouldn't attack. Slowly he hugged me. I clung to his shirt for dear life. He was alive. He was real, not a nightmare. Sobs shook my body, breathing was laboured. I was in so much pain but Zach had me and right now I trusted him. I passed out.
Three days later I awoke. Solomon was sitting in a chair across from my bed. It appeared to be 11 in the morning. I gasped for water. My throat was so dry. Again I was hooked to medical machines. This time I was not panicked. I remembered. I remembered everything. That was for later. Now was the present, now I had to talk. Solomon approached me.
"You're awake. You were out for three days after your mad dash through the school. You do realise you ran without clothes on." Solomon went red at this last bit. I did remember. I was only wearing a dirty bra and undies. I blushed too. "What happened Cammie?"
"It's a long story."
"I have a lot of spare time."
So I told Solomon everything. I confided everything. It wasn't the methodical, dry retelling of a debrief report. It was emotional and raw. It was the truth.
"Solomon I need help. I cannot return to the CIA. I need somewhere to stay, a place to hide until I am called to clean up this mess. I need your help."
"Gallagher. I asked you once if you would attend. Now I am asking again. You will be safe. It offers protection. Will you go back to school?"
I thought this over. It made sense. "Yes"
Solomon smiled. "I will arrange all the paper work. Get some sleep Cammie."
"Thank you" He left I fell back to sleep.
Eyes, they were green, filled with hatred, they were cold, hard, unloving. Anything those eyes touched would turn to ice. They were laughing at my pain. They were amused by my torture. Those eyes became delighted with my screams. I stopped screaming. They became angry. I was strong. Those eyes would not gain pleasure from me.
Suddenly I look up. Green eyes filled with sorrow. Those eyes were in pain. They cared. I saw the warmth I craved it. I needed those eyes to see me.
The nightmare rolled on. Caring eyes morphed into hatred then back to caring. They were bipolar. No they were mother and son. I awoke screaming.
I hope this isn't moving too slowly. I intend it to be a long story if that is ok. Thoughts?