Hey guys, I changed the summary, the last one wasn't matching up with the story…so yeah. Hope you enjoy! Please review!
I was alone in our room doing homework when a knock interrupted me. I stood up slowly and walked over to the door. "Who's there?" "You're super smexy boyfriend Trace." "Smexy," I asked, opening the door.
He just shook his head and stepped into the room."What are you doing?" "Homework, which I really need to finish," I said and went back to my bed. "Mind if I join you?" I shook my head and he sat down on my bed.
"I really hate Culture Class," he mumbled as he read my notes. I laughed. "You get used to it after four years." "Okay…..but can you take it for two more?" I smiled and sat down next to him. He spread my homework out and picked up my pen.
"May I?"
I nodded just thinking he was going to write something but when I turned around to put something up and turned back, he had finished my Cove Ops report in my crazy handwriting. "Trace," I said and punched at him. He blocked my swings and asked "What, did you actually want to do that thing?" "Maybe?" He rolled his eyes and then squeezed my wrists in his hands. "Number one: stop punching me. Number two: I am now hurting. Number three: I just did you a favor." "How?"
"There could be a Code Black right now and you wouldn't have to worry about doing that."
I laughed dryly. "I'm being serious."
A loud screeching sound filled the room and Trace and I froze."CODE BLACK CODE BLACK CODE BLACK," a metallic voice screamed.
"Please don't tell me you planned this," I asked. He didn't answer. He was too busy throwing me over his shoulder and running out the door. "Trace put me down I can walk!" He ignored me completely. I beat his back and kept yelling at him but he kept going.
No one looked at us because they were too busy trying to round up freaked out newbies and help hide our schools secrets. But Trace kept a steady pace to what seemed like a route to my mom's office.
Finally he put me down and threw open my mom's door. He pushed me inside, looked around, and then stepped in. "Why are we in when we're supposed to be out there helping?" He looked out the window before the metal shutters snapped shut. Everything in my mom's roomed changed. During normal days it has pictures of all our family and friends, the books about spying and espionage are turned outward, and everything spy related minus the electronics is out and ready for action. During a Code Red, the pictures are the same but the books are changed and everything spy related is hidden and replaced. During a Code Black, the whole room changes. Everything spy related is out. The weapons that might be needed are ready, the whole electron system installed by the CIA is out, and surveillance footage is our new entertainment. Trace instructed me to sit in my mom's chair and watch the footage while he guarded the door.
"Trace, why did you bring me to my mom's room?" He didn't answer me. "Trace!" He turned to me with an annoyed look on his face. "What?" "Why did you bring me to my mom's room?" "I had to make sure you were safe." "Safe from what?"
Just then my mom's door opened and I jumped up, ready to leap over the desk and help Trace with fighting. My aunt Bex and Uncle Grant fell through the door. Aunt Bex was leaning on Uncle Grant; barely conscious. "Liv, watch her please," he said as he laid her down on the couch carefully and then bolted out the door. Trace closed the door and bolted it behind him.
"Aunt Bex," I whispered, "Are you okay?"
She most defiantly wasn't. Her arm was bent at an odd angle, she had a huge bruise on her face, and her lip was busted. "I'm fine," she croaked. Trace went into my mom's cabinet, grabbed a cup, and filled it with water. He slowly helped me sit Aunt Bex up and we gave her a little bit of water. "Where's Reb," she asked. "I'm sure she's safe," I reassured her.
"It's nice to see you again Trace," she couched and smiled lightly at him. He gave her a grimace and said "You too." I stood up and took a step towards him.
"Go get Reb Trace," I said. "No, I'm not leaving you." "Trace, if you really care about me, you'll find my best friend." He closed his eyes and I knew I had hit home.
"Alivia don't do this to me." "I have to." "No you don't." I nodded and took his hand."Please Trace, her mom is here. Her mom is hurt. She doesn't know. What if I was Reb? Would you go get me?" "That is completely different," he murmured.
I knew he didn't want to leave me. Mostly likely someone was out there trying to get…..me. They were trying to get inside. "Trace, the sooner you get Reb the sooner I will be safer." He rolled his eyes and then shut them tightly.
"Fine," he made a face, "Alivia Cameron Rachel Goode, if you are not still standing here in one piece, I swear I will tear you apart myself," he grumbled. I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "I love you."
"Whatever," he murmured and left through the door. I kneeled back down next to Aunt Bex and helped her drink more water. "What happened?" "They attacked the school. You're mom called in reinforcements. We came, all seven of us. Preston didn't, he doesn't have the training," he eyes fluttered. She was rambling because she could barely hold on.
"Aunt Bex, do not go to sleep on me." By the way she was drifting in and out I knew there were more than the injuries I could see. Going to sleep meant a coma. A coma could mean anything…I didn't want her to go to sleep. "Cammie," she reached out to me. "It's Alivia." She smiled and shook her head and then winced. "Cammie," she pointed behind me.
I spun around and slung my fist around but someone stopped my momentum. "Relax kiddo, it's me." My mom had gotten in and I hadn't noticed. Either she was really good or I was really bad. "I'm just really good," she said as if she read my mind. She moved to take care of Aunt Bex just as Trace came back in with Reb. "Alivia, thank god your safe," she gave me a bear hug but as soon as she saw her mom I was forgotten. "Mum!" Aunt Bex seemed to come out of her stupor and smiled brightly at her daughter. "Hey baby." I gave Trace and hugged him tightly.
"I saw the door was opened and I was about to freak on Reb." I laughed. "I'm not joking…..if something had happened to you," he trailed off. I buried my face in his chest and whispered "I'm fine." "Where are the other five," I asked. "Assisting the newbies and eighth graders." "How did you find Reb?" "It was like she was waiting for something by the Lab." "Instinct," I offered. "Probably, or someone told her to wait for something." I glanced at Reb and her mom. Reb looked terrified…Reb never looks terrified. "Someone must have scared her." "No one got into the school," my mom said. I looked back and saw Reb give me a look. It was an "I have to tell you something later" look.
Trace saw it too. "Mom can I leave now," I asked. My mom nodded at Trace and his hand automatically gripped mine. "Take her to her room and straight to her room," she ordered. "Yes ma'am." As we walked through the hallway I turned to Trace. "Does she scare you?" He held his fingers an inch apart. I laughed but stopped. Something was wrong. Something moved over by the corner. Something I barely saw. But something I did see. "Trace," I whispered. "What's wrong?" "Yell for Reb now." I let go of his hand and ran towards the corner. When I turned it, there was a man running full speed towards the entrance doors. "Alivia!" I sprinted after him. The man had a gun, the man had bloody hands. If that man had the blood of one of my sisters, he was going to die. Adrenaline kicked in and I caught up to him. I dove at him and knocked him down. He automatically twisted under me and kicked me off. I heard Reb and Trace calling my name but I ignored them. I kicked him in the stomach and then punched him in the face. He punched my side and then kicked my feet out from under him. And then I blacked out. I don't remember anything. But when I regained consciousness, I had the gun he was holding and it was pointed at him. "Alivia let him go," Reb said slowly. "Who did you hurt?" He didn't answer.
"WHO DID YOU HURT," I screamed. Before he could answer I slammed the butt of the gun into his head and he fell unconscious. "Alivia put the gun down," Trace demanded. He didn't have to tell me. I threw the gun away from me and rolled off the man. "Reb," I mumbled. "Yeah Liv," she asked. "Find Ames now." Trace grabbed the man's arms and dragged him back to the school. Reb took off in worry of our smallest cousin. I grabbed the gun again, not really wanting to touch it but knowing I had to make sure I turned it into my mom. We got the man inside the building and found my grandpa. He took the man and then was about to say something when Kodi yelled, "Alivia!" I spun around and saw her running towards us, tears streaming down her face. "What's wrong?" "It's Ames." I took off running. I didn't want to think the worse.
Trace followed us, always a step behind me. When we got to the infirmary I saw Ames lying on a bed. She had tubes and needles in her and she had a gaping hole in her side. I screamed. I tried to reach her bed but Trace grabbed my waist and held me back. "AMES!" Kodi had dropped to her knees and Alex was there holding her. Reb was throwing anything she could reach but Dondre dragged her out of there. I wonder how long it was going to be before Trace would take me out too. "TRACE LET ME GO PLEASE!" He held me tighter as I tried to reach Ames. "AMES! PLEASE LET ME GO! I HAVE TO GET TO MY COUSIN!" I screamed until my throat burned and my eyes stung. I screamed even louder until he eventually did drag me out and slapped a Napotine patch on my head.
The last thing I saw was his eyes, which were on the verge of tears.
