Hey guys, I have a new chapter here for you! I haven't posted since like last month, but that's because of vacation/End of Levels. Now that all that is out of the way, I can write more frequently (I hope…), and I'm loving the downtime. I must say that there is an important announcement that Ally Carter is making tomorrow, so I hope you will follow onto that. I think it's about GG6. Anyways, onto my special thanks! GallagherGirlXOX (Haha suspense! The unicorn thing is more of something fun to motivate people to review. XD), Potato (…One Direction Potato..Haha idk. Does something happen to Cammie? Better read on then!), Abc11111, Meghan424644 (Preston and Cammie? When did I do that? Zammie all the way! :D), Gallagher24 (Thanks for saying that the chapter was good! I 'm glad you like!), Guest (Thank you so much!), CassieIsCrazy, ZachAndHale (Omg…So hot! Haha Thanks, I'm glad you see what I see in this story!), OtherGuest (Love the jealousy? Me too. ^_^), DancerGirl (You know what I love? That fact that your obsessed. It give me purpose. :D I wish I could help you write, but fanfics just come from the heart. You have your characters, you have main conflicts, you just have to type and see where it leads.), and BlueBunny12! Here's the chapter!
Cammie's POV: Listening, I can hear the steps come closer. The thuds and creaks of the stairs are making me especially nervous. The helicopter can also be heard, the chop chop chop piercing through the walls of the hotel room like knives cutting through bread. Aunt Abby is still studying what she had found in my ear and throat on the jet; she looks like she has been analyzing it just to find the answer right then and there. Everyone else turns to me, and I can feel the pressure building.
Sometimes when I'm trying to focus on what's ahead, I think about books. Yes, I know that sounds odd (Why would a spy think about books in a time like this?), but usually whatever first pops into my head help me. This time, a quote from The Infernal Devices series comes to mind, of what Will tells to Tessa when they're in the carriage alone: "Sometimes when I have to do something I don't want to do, I pretend to be a character from a book. It's easier to know what they would do."
How would I know what to do? Of all people, why am I that girl who ends up being needed more than normal people would think? I knew that when Dad would tell me that I'm a special girl he meant it n more than one way, but it always meant one thing to me. Thinking about all of the books I've read, I decide to think about what Annabeth Chase would do when planning for battle.
"They could be coming for Preston, and they could be coming for me too. There are many exits, but the windows are out because of the helicopter." I start.
"That leaves us with vents." Bex says.
"Yes, that or charge the people on the stairs." Preston adds, and Zach shoots a glare at him.
"You think that we should charge people who probably have guns and knives?" Zach snaps at him, and he flinches.
Lately, I've been realizing that Zach's whole demeanor has been changing. It was a piece by piece process, but as it got bigger, I kind of mentally took a step back. The cockiness is still there (I don't ever think that will leave him, which worries me dearly), but I find it weird about how defensive he's gotten. I told him that I spent my summer with Preston, and he suddenly hates Preston like he's holding some grudge. Boys, I think, rolling my eyes.
"It was an idea, calm down!" Preston says defensively.
"Guys! Either way, we should take the vents." I yell over them.
"Hate to break it to you kiddo, but us adults can't fit in there like we used to. We have to take them on." Mom points out.
"See? I told you Zach." Preston smiles a little, and then adds quickly, "Not to be mean."
"Maybe...Should I just turn myself in?" I start asking aloud.
"No! Gallagher Girl, don't even think about that possibility. I won't leave without you." Zach says quickly, and I smile at him, shaking my head.
"If she goes, then I have to go too. It's kind of obvious." Preston says, and Zach makes a noise of disapproval.
"No, you shouldn't do it, they'll kill you, like your dad." Mr. Solomon's statement cut into me like a knife.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Demands Grant from the back.
"We fight back." I reply confidently.
In a blur of senses, I watch as the front door gets kicked down, the wood splintering and flying into the room. People in black cram into the room, all of which carrying a gun or knife, just like Zach guessed. Looking around, I spot Bex, who has somehow already knocked out three and is working on a forth (This girl can fight like no tomorrow, I swear). Zach and Preston are fighting one at the same time, yelling at each other angrily. Mom and Aunt Abby are back to back, while Mr. Solomon is kicking butt in the corner. Meanwhile, Macey is protecting Liz, and Grant has someone in a headlock while I just stand there (Much like an idiot, I might add).
"Give us Cameron and Preston, and we can leave you all alone, you know." Says a female voice that I've come to know as Zach's mom purrs as she's coming through the doorway.
"Catherine?" Mr. Solomon asks, stopping for a second to look.
"Mom!" Zach growls when he sees her, and then he starts to push toward her.
"We aren't going with you!" I shout, and then I start a roundhouse kick towards her face.
"Now Cameron, Zachary, is that the right way to greet me?" Catherine asks sternly, deflecting my (Perfectly amazing, I might say) roundhouse kick and grabbing my arm forcefully.
"Let my daughter go!" Mom yells, trying to get herself closer to Zach's mom.
"Will do. I never liked my sons girlfriend anyways, really." Catherine replies, shoving me towards the door, and I see my chance.
Running full pace, I charge right through what was left on the hinges of the front door, shoving one person away from me while head-butting another. Ahead, someone drops his knife with a clatter, and I climb onto his back while he's bending over. Jumping, I do a flip to get over the head of the last person in the hallway, and I'm free. Or so I thought at the time. Pride surging through my veins, I hear Zach telling me to run, so I turn and start to sprint.
Only to run onto the one and only Mr. Winters.
"Oh Cammie! How nice is it to see you here! Have a rest, you seem very tired to me." Mr. Winters smiles, grabbing my arm and putting a rag to my face. The last thing that I see is Mr. Winters' cold blue eyes staring at me in an uncomfortable way that would usually make me cringe.
THE PROS AND CONS OF BEING KIDNAPPED(A List By Cameron Morgan)
PRO: There is a nice feeling of getting some sleep if you get knocked out.
CON: You will most likely be shoved into a small space, making you wake up.
PRO: In that small space, you have time to think.
CON: Too much thinking can make some people go insane.
PRO: There might be someone else with you.
CON: If by that chance there is someone, chances of both of you living is slim.
PRO: People will notice you gone and will do anything to get you back.
CON: If the kidnapper is good, you'll never be found.
PRO: It's always good to know that your boyfriend is also a really good spy, so it makes things easier.
CON: The said boyfriend might go insane from losing you (Again, I might add).
CON: You're being kidnapped.
"Wake up." Says a calm voice, and I moan in response. My head is throbbing as if I'd had it prodded at for hours, and I vaguely realize that I'm in a moving vehicle. The floor is metal, making me cold to the bone and shivering. Opening my eyes, I couldn't see anything except for the fact that there are things hanging above me, and a figure is right next to me. The same figure nudges me lightly, and I sit up, trying to see better.
"Wh-Where am I? What's going on?" I ask the figure, rubbing my temples.
"I'm glad you're up. We've been in her for about three hours, and I have no idea where we're going. I think we're in a meat truck, because there's meat above us. Are you okay Cammie?" Says the person.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Who are you?" I mutter, trying to squint.
"It's Preston. They've gotten to us, and I don't know where they're taking us." Preston replies.
"Preston? Is everyone else okay? Do you know what happened?" I interrogate.
"Well, when my dad got you-I'm so sorry about that, by the way-I said I'd go if they left everyone else alone. Zach and I agreed that I'd watch over you while he couldn't. They seems so intent on keeping me, and I don't know why." Preston sighs.
"A connection to the spies in Gallagher." I blurt, and Preston makes a confused noise.
"What'd you just say?" Preston inquires, and I connect some more memories.
"Your dad, Preston! I was eavesdropping a lot on his conversations when I was with oyu over the summer, and he said you're the key to 'A connection to the spies in Gallagher Academy that won't have any problem resisting the circle. Plus he can eliminate any that stand in the way as a threat." Preston, he wanted to use you to try getting more Gallagher Girls into the Circle and kill the ones that are too loyal for it. He believed that only you could do that, because…" I trail off, and Preston finishes for me.
"Because Zach was the only other teenager that was apart of the respective part of the Circle, and he refused? They thought that I would do take up the offer? They don't have any logical reason to assume that I'd do that!" Preston yells.
"They do have a reason, Preston. They have many, but they just weren't clear at the time." I realize.
"What leverage do they have?" Preston spits.
"They could harm your family and friends. They are known for it. They could hurt Macey. I doubt they'd even care about your dad. He's just promising them that you'd do it to save his skin." I say, trying to calm him down.
"If they touch Mace, I swear they are going to get it." Preston says, and I smile.
"Macey can handle herself. She is a Gallagher Girl, after all. Plus she caught up on all of her classes faster than the seventh graders can even learn a few things that she now knows." I reply, nudging him.
"I know, I've always known that. Just because you guys are spies, doesn't mean that none of you can get hurt, though. I'm just worried about that." He confides.
"We'll be okay, I promise." I say.
For the next few hours, we just talk to each other like we are normal people. Not like we're kidnapped, not like we're spies or politicians, not like we're in any danger. I think that's why we did talks like that; We want to be normal for once. The odds of us making it out of this situation without getting damaged in any way is impossible, so some normal is like a drug. We talk about our parents, school, past boyfriends/girlfriends, and there was a time in between a silent lapse when Preston asks how I met Zach. So I told him, because it was a normal thing to do.
Just when I thought that we were actually going somewhere fun and we weren't being kidnapped, the truck speeds up, causing me to hit my (Already hurting) head. Rubbing it, I listen to what's going on. I can hear shouts from up front, and a lot of cursing, but there was obviously something wrong. I could hear snippets of words, like 'Lake', 'Turn', 'Avoid', and 'Inevitable'. There was a scream and then the driver slams on the brakes, making me slide across the truck. There's a sudden loud Hooonnkk, and then the next thing I know, the truck is tumbling in circles, and I grab onto one of the sides, already getting cut.
Preston yells as he struggles to find something to hold onto. My ears ringing, I reach out my hand and grab his shirt, and he clamps his hand around me as I try to hold on, my grasp already slipping. Grunting, I try to hold on, but after the truck rolls two more times, I let go and start tumbling this way and that. Screaming, I try to catch hold of anything again. A Splash! Sounds, and the truck abruptly stops rolling, causing me to collapse on the floor, exhausted and panting. Preston land on top of me, and I push him off.
"What was that?" Preston asks, and I shake my head.
"I-I don't know. It's quiet now though. Listen, can you hear the drivers?" I reply, putting my ear to the wall.
"I want to know what just happened, not where the drivers went, Cam!" Preston yells, and I wince a little; my ears are still ringing.
"Don't you think that we'd hear them yelling after all of what happened?" I quip at him.
"I-I don't know, I'm not a spy, I don't have the same learning or experience as you have, so I wouldn't know the answer." Preston stutters.
"Just…Just listen." I say, and we do, trying to hear anything from anywhere.
Nothing.
Zach's POV (After the fight): Pacing. That's what I've been doing since my mom and her team left. Since they took Preston. Since Prestons dad dragged Gallagher Girl away. Pacing seems to be the only thing my mind will allow at this point. It's well into the night-At least three a.m. Everyone else is asleep, save me and Cammie's mom, who is crying in her room in the apartment, and Macey, who is reading articles about Prestons dad online.
Still trying to get myself tired, I've been pacing from one end of the room to the other, and then back. Macey has complained twice (I didn't really hear her the first time), but she has her ways to get over losing someone, and I have mine, right? After the fight, there wasn't much room for discussion. The had to pull their wits together over the next few days, and then they'd go after the two. At first they all wanted to wait a week, but I pointed out that they wanted Cammie dead, and Mrs. Morgan ran to her room. Mr. Solomon agreed to a few days and went to comfort her with Aunt Abbey. Everyone else has since then crawled into bed when they got tired.
"Goode, I am not afraid to throw my shoe at you if you don't stop pacing!" Macey whispers fiercely.
"Well that depends. What type of shoe are you wearing?" I ask, smirking.
"I'm wearing heels, Zach." Macey smiles.
"You are? I'm pretty sure I can dodge your throws anyway. I'm faster." I reply, and start pacing again.
"That's it. I warned you!" Macey whisper-yells, and then suddenly I duck as her red high heel flies past me and hits the couch across the room.
"I told you that I'm Goode." I say, smirking again, but this time she throws her other heel and it hits my smack in the face.
"Ha! Didn't expect that, did you?" Macey cheerfully gets up and flicks my nose, making it hurt a little more as she walks into the kitchen.
"For all I knew, that could have been a harmless mosquito full of blood." I remark, following her.
"Yes, because a mosquito is that big, and that red, Zach. Face it, you're losing your edge." Macey gloats.
"Me? I'd never say I'm losing it. You're just getting somewhat better, and it's three in the morning. What are you doing in here anyways?" I ask, sitting up on the counter.
"I'm getting you some ice and cleaning the blood from the cut on your head that my heel left, smartass." Macey replies, humming as she getting into the freezer.
"So now you're my mom? I never thought I'd see the day." I say, teasing her.
"You're lucky that I'm a really nice person, Goode." She hands me the ice, and turns back around to get a towel.
"Says the Gallagher Girl who knows how to kill a person with a piece of uncooked spaghetti. Besides, I heard that when you first came to Gallagher, you were a smoker, were you not?" I smirk, recalling what Cammie has told me.
Macey whirls around, studying me. I keep the best smirk poker face I can manage (Which if you don't know me, is the best one you can ever imagine); her eyes holding some sort of grudging respect over me and how much I know as she considers what to say next. Macey sighs and turns back around, shaking her head repeatedly. As I'm about to say something, Aunt Abby bursts into the room, holding the devices the Cammie had in her.
"I'm so sorry Abbey, we didn't mean to wake anyone up, I swear. We were just messing around, an done of my high heels somehow hit him in the head-" Macey tries explaining, but Abby whispers something that makes me turn pale.
"Zach, how…How could you betray us?" She looks at me, and I knew that now's time.
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