Cammie

It took Zach a few seconds to understand what was going on and by that time I had four other people down. He helped me and knocked out three more in less than a minute and continued on to the others. Since I was the one with the gun I had more of an advantage, but since we both went to spy schools… yeah, not much of a difference. I'm sure he'd figure out at least 10 ways to get back at them for what they'd done to us the last three days.

I heard a loud beating noise and turned to see the source. My dad was sitting in a helicopter and calling to us. Well, attempting to since the sound was drowning out his words. I could make out that he was saying our names.

Zach grabbed my hand. "Let's go!" I didn't hesitate a minute and was running beside him. My lower back started hurting all of a sudden and I almost stumbled. There was no time to stop so I kept running.

"Cameron! Get back here!" I heard a voice say. I recognized it as one of the guys that Zach had knocked out. Unsuccessfully though. I didn't turn and then gunshots erupted around us.

"We have to run faster!" Zach yelled. We were almost there.

The ground right where my heel had been a second ago flew up as a bullet dug into it. The helicopter was lifting, Zach and I had to jump to get on, there was no time to waste. We pushed off the ground and grabbed hold of the edge. We climbed in and sat down.

I sighed. "We made it."

"CAMERON!" The same guy yelled.

I looked over the edge and ice seemed to spread throughout my body. Standing there was the same man who had killed my mom. Except, it was like déjà vu, he was holding my mom.

"Amazing what a stun gun can do, huh?" He shouted as we got farther. "Come back and we won't hurt her, promise!"

"Dad, go back!" I shouted.

"Are you crazy, Cammie?" Zach said. "We just got away from him! We can't go back!"

"Yes, we can." I snapped. I reached for my pants to take out the gun but it wasn't there.

He held it up. "Were you really about to threaten me?" Zach asked, astounded.

"Cam, we can't! We have to leave her!" My dad said from the front.

"What?" I shrieked. "Have you gone nuts! They have my mom!"

"I heard you Cammie, we're not going back!"

I gaped at him then leaned back out.

"Last chance!" The man yelled, holding a gun to her head. I couldn't see her face but if that had been me, I'd be pretty terrified.

"We can't let him do this!" I yelled, standing up.

"Woah, Cam! Sit down!" Zach pulled me back but I resisted against his hold.

"He's going to kill her! We can't let her go! Turn the damn helicopter around!"

"Three!"

"No!" I shouted

"Two!"

I shouted louder.

"One!"

I shoved against Zach as hard as possible but I wasn't strong enough. A gunshot echoed in the air and I screamed.

I screamed and screamed as the distance between us grew larger. Zach kept his grip on me as I tried to get closer to the edge of the helicopter. I had no plan, jump out? Then what? Die? It didn't matter, anything to get to my mom and kill the asshole that'd just killed her. My screams eventually turned into sobbing. I buried my head between my knees and listened to the helicopter as we flew away.

"Cammie, we need to talk about this." My dad said as we entered the room in the motel. We'd only been on the helicopter for around six minutes.

I pulled the thick fleece sweater closer to me and shivered from the cold which no one else seemed to be noticing. "There's nothing to talk about except for the fact that you let my mom die." I walked through the bedroom to get to the bathroom but he caught my arm. "Let me go." I snapped.

"I did not let her die. Sacrifices have to be made." He insisted.

"Sacrifices? Sacrifices? Are you crazy? Do you even hear what you're saying? Ok, so next time we have to escape some place I'll leave you behind and we'll see how that feels!" I retorted.

I felt Zach come up behind me but I ignored anything he said. He had stopped me from getting to my mom as well.

"You know, there was a time when I was proud to be your daughter. I thought you were brave to have died to save us. And then when I found out you were alive I thought you were brave for being with the CoC. But now I see you're nothing but a coward!" My voice kept rising with every sentence and I vaguely wondered how thick the walls were.

"Cammie, come on, calm down. You're overreacting." Zach said.

"Get your hands off me." I snapped, shaking him off. I stormed out of the room and requested at the reception for my own. They gave me one not far from Zach's and my dad's but it was a lot better than being stuck with them.

I started to feel a bit dizzy and heat rushed to my head. I sighed when I realized I had another nose bleed.

The pain in my back came again as I was shutting the door and I gripped my side. I winced and pulled my hand back. My vision slanted for a moment and I steadied myself against the wall. My hand was all red. In my blood. I lifted the sweater and cringed at the sight. I touched the wound carefully and drew my fingers back. I could feel the bullet but I wouldn't be able to get it out myself. I thought of getting help but couldn't. Instead, I passed out right at the door.

Zach

I heard it when I was arguing with Cammie's dad. The faint ticking sound coming from underneath the bed.

"Wait, be quiet for a second." I held a hand up, straining to hear it again. We fell silent and then he heard it.

His eyes widened and we both looked under the bed.

"Shit." I blurted.

I knew that if we had been in less threatening circumstances he would've cast me a sidelong look to scold me.

The bomb said we had 3 minutes and 56 seconds left.

This time it was his turn to swear. "Go get Cammie and warn the others." When I didn't move he added. "Go!"

I scrambled out from under the bed and sprinted to Cammie's room. I knocked on the door and called her name. My foot squelched on something and I looked down to see the carpeting all blood stained. The blood was coming from underneath her door. "Shit!" I repeated.

Cammie

My eyes felt so so heavy when I tried to open them. It took a lot of effort but I got them open.

I was in a hospital bed. This time a real one in a real hospital wearing a real hospital gown.

"Hey, are you sure you're awake this time for longer than 5 minutes?" I heard Zach's voice say.

I turned to him and smiled. "Hey." He took my hand. "Have I been awake already?" I really doubted it, I felt so tired and worn out.

"That is the general implication of the statement." He said.

I gave a soft laugh. He was the same as usual. "What happened to my leg?" I noticed that I couldn't move it.

He shifted in his seat beside me. "When you woke up last time the doctors said that they'd noticed a scratch on it and they believed something might have spread into your bloodstream from it. Whatever that something was had been triggering unwanted symptoms for the past few days, mainly irregular bleeding, like nosebleeds, and you said you had them. Twice. The second time from right before you passed out from you gunshot." He gave me a pointed look that we'd be discussing that when he was finished speaking. "So somehow, that confirmed their suspicions and they decided to perform surgery on you."

"What?" I blurted, sitting upright. "Why didn't you stop them?"

He sat back in his chair. "Cammie, you were going to have surgery anyway from the bullet wound, what difference does it make that you have it twice?"

I struggled to put words together in a rational sentence but nothing came out. Instead I settled for a frustrated groan and flopping back.

"Now, on to more important matters." He placed his elbows on his knees with an expectant expression on his face. "Pray tell why you didn't say to me that you'd been shot and that you were bleeding to death." I hated how he could look so calm even though I knew he was furious.

"Look, I didn't know right when that guy shot me that he'd shot me." I scowled, hardly understanding that sentence. "Anyway, I didn't know I'd been shot. I only realized that in the motel. Besides, if I'd known I wouldn't've told you anyway, 'sacrifices have to be made', remember?"

"Not these kinds of sacrifices. If you've got a bullet in you, you tell someone immediately. Do you understand that you could've died if we'd been flying for hours?"

"If it meant that you got away then it would've been worth it." I protested.

"No it wouldn't have been. Our goal was to get you out of there alive. Now that goal doesn't make much sense if we get you out there dead, does it?"

"You were their prisoner too!" I argued weakly.

"It doesn't matter. You were the first priority."

"That is total bullshit!" The machine monitoring my heart rate started beeping faster and I glared at it. I took a few deep breaths and it settled back to normal. "And it matters to me whether you got out of there alive." I added.

His jaw was clenched and he looked away from me, too stressed out to argue any further.

"Where's my dad?" I asked.

His eyes were different when he looked back at me. His hands found mine again and held it gently like I'd break. It was amazing how his moods could shift so suddenly. "Cammie, that motel we were in had a bomb in it." He kept going. "There was a bomb in our room, somehow the CoC knew we'd land there. Your dad told me to get you and leave, he said he'd detonate it." I had a feeling where this was going but didn't dare voice my thoughts. "He couldn't. The building blew up." I took in his words. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, but your dad… he's dead."

I realized I was shaking his head. "No, no, no. This can't be true. My dad can't be… He's not. He can't be." I broke down and started to sob. Zach wrapped his arms around me carefully and I leaned into him. "That's it. My mom's gone, my dad's gone. I'm alone. They're all gone."

"You still have me." Zach said softly. "I promise you, Cammie, I'm not leaving you. I'm not going anywhere without you."

Anonymous

They stood in a graveyard. It was quiet with the occasional squawk of a crow. The bare trees branched out like spidery fingers. The dead leaves scrunched beneath them and rustled along with the wind.

"They believed it. They believed Damen was the boss."

A laugh rumbled. "We put on quite a show. Such gullible children. Did they really think we'd reveal who the real boss is?"

"Apparently so, they had no idea you were the one. By the way, Joseph informed us that they made it out alive. The building was supposed to explode and they were supposed to be in it."

"It doesn't matter. We don't need the girl anymore."

"Ah, right. Somehow you know the answer to where the disk is. We asked her over and over, sir, she didn't know."

"Oh, but she did. Remember I told you to ask her what she wanted most?"

"Yes, and she thought of her father. So what?"

One pair of eyes looked at the grave they were standing at and the other followed. Slow realization hit those eyes as they took in Chris Morgan's tombstone.

"The disk is in the grave, isn't it?"

A cruel smile stretches on the boss' face. "The fight isn't over yet, Cameron Morgan. Not even close."

THE END

Haha, I love how the ending is so creepy and a TOTAL cliffy! So, I hope you enjoyed the story, I really loved writing it, it was so much fun. And reading your reviews really kept me going =) I want to thank ALL of you for your support. I also want to say how grateful I am for the reviews for the previous chapter. I said 5 minimum cuz I was pretty sure I wouldn't even get 10. BUT I DID! I GOT OVER TWENTY FREAKING REVIEWS! I was soooo ecstatic! I kept getting emails with reviews and they always brought smiles to my face! And i even got reviews that were longer than one sentence! lol

Anyways, so remember I said there'd probably be a sequel? I'm kind of iffy about it. I'll think about it and get back to you on it. Meanwhile I'll update my other stories. Just tell me right now though, if you want a sequel and what would you want to be in it? If I were to write one Cammie and Zach would probably be in their 20s, married, and hiding from the CoC, DUH. So think about that =)

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I'm pretty sure I wanted to add something but I forgot... as usual =) So I'll settle for saying, I LOVE YOU GUYS! Thanks for reading DESTINED TO DIE, FATED TO FIGHT. Mwah, peace out.

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