Chapter 11.

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Charity woke up the next morning, the boys still sleeping, all shivering.

Charity climbed out of her bed and pulled her sheets off, wrapping them around each of the shivering boys.

She grabbed a hoodie that was actually hers and put it on, stuffing her fathers in her bag, she pulled on a pair of runners and her gun, grabbing her iPod on the way out the door.

She ran down through the cabins and over to the forest, music pumping in her ears.

She'd been running for bit over an hour when her phone vibrated in her pocket.

"Renard." She answered.

"Chari!" It was Miles, "Where are you?"

"I'm out running, why?"

"We were worried, you can't just run out like that."

"You know I run every morning." Charity replied.

"Just get back here, Chari." Alex's voice came out of the back ground.

"Fine, I wasn't finished." Charity mumbled, looking longingly down at the rest of the path, "I'll be back in a hour."

"An hour?"

"I've been running since 4." Charity replied.

"Crap, see you then then."

Charity glanced down at the path again before turning and running back towards the camp.

It was still silent when she ran back through, it was only 6 in the morning, some people were stirring others were still dead to the world.

Charity jogged up to her Cabin, the boys sitting on the porch.

"Hey."

"Hey." They smiled back.

Awkward, Charity thought.

She quickly had a shower and changed into skinny jeans and a black singlet and a tight form fitting black leather jacket.

The boys were chatting about Football games and Andrew's tactics for the next game.

Charity sat on the stairs and pulled on her boots and brushing her hair up into a ponytail.

Alex was watching her do this, he glimpsed her neck for the first time and saw something there, like a tattoo. He frowned but quickly turned back to Andrew as she zipped her jacket up and it disappeared under the collar.

Charity brushed her fringe over the large scar on her forehead as she threw her brush at her bed.

"When's breakfast?" Miles asked.

"Its ready at 6." Charity replied, "You wanna go now before it gets to crowded?"

They nodded and made their way across camp.

Nobody was there besides some of the Rangers and Helen.

Charity loaded a plate full of fruit and some bacons and eggs.

"Wow, how much do you eat?" Miles asked.

"She was worse as a child." Helen said.

"I just ran for 2 hours." Charity replied.

"Do you normally run that much?" Alex asked.

Charity shook her head, "I haven't for the last few days that why I ran so much today."

"I've always wanted to take up running again, I haven't had enough time since I moved to Portland." Alex said.

"You should come tomorrow." Charity replied, "You guys wanna come?" She looked over at Miles and Andrew.

"Maybe."

"I'm not running for 2 hours though." Alex smiled.

"I wouldn't push you that much." Charity smirked.

"Hey, Renard!"

Charity turned back to look at 20 year old Evan Adse, Steve's son.

"What's up?" She asked.

"You still know how to shoot?"

"Of course."

"You can be my assistant today, then." Evan smiled, "I'm teaching you lot to shoot."

"Why? You can hardly shoot anyway."

The other Rangers laughed.

"Or was it someone else that shot Jimmy?" Charity teased with a small smirk.

Evan went pink, "Funny, Renard."

Charity winked at him and turned back to her breakfast, "Good to see you too Evan."

"You've got a very blunt sense of humour." Alex said.

"She can be a very blunt person." Andrew and Miles said.

Charity smiled, "It comes with being some . . . one like me." Something on the wall had caught she eye, "I'm gonna get a drink, you want anything?"

"Nah."

"No thanks."

"I'm good."

Charity quickly walked up to the other side of the hall and stared at a guitar that was stuck to the wall.

"You used to play that when you first got here." Steve came up behind her as she ran her fingers over her own autograph, "I got you to sign it on your first visit, you remember?"

"Yeah, photographic memory." Charity gestured to her head.

"Oh, right."

She smiled as she stood back, "You kept it all these years?"

"You always told me you were going to a Artist, I thought your autograph would cost a lot of money one day." He smiled.

Charity chuckled, "Well, my dreams have changed quite a lot since then."

"Either way, you are going to be one brilliant woman."

"Thanks, Stevie." She grabbed a water and walked back to the table.

The school had finally started to wake up and the hall was full of buzzing people.

"Okay, everyone, settle down." Alex shouted from the front, " We will all be splitting into groups." He listed out names and people moved away with the Rangers.

Charity, Andrew and Miles were with Miss Lacey's group. Regina, Levee, Angelic, Dawn, Lucy and Michelle.

"This isn't awkward at all." Miles muttered.

"Hmm." Charity agreed.

They followed Evan down and out of the camp, another group was there also learning to shoot.

"Ok, first rule with a gun is never point it at anyone." He pointed it at Charity, "Never do this."

"I don't know about you but I don't want to become the next Jimmy." Charity pushed the gun down so it pointed at the floor.

Evan rolled his eyes.

"That's what I thought." Charity muttered.

Evan went through the rules very quickly and each handed them safety gear and a rifle with no bullets.

"Chari, you first."

Charity nodded, loaded her bullets smoothly and quickly. She stood on the boundary Evan showed.

And she hit every disk that flew across the sky until Evan turned off the machine.

"Nice!" Evan beamed, "That was amazing! Wow! Even for a Compound kid."

Charity and Regina froze at the reference.

"Oh shut up." Charity muttered distracting everyone.

"Just like last time." Regina smirked.

"Yep." Charity replied, awkwardly.

Andrew went next and hit about 5 of the 20 discs then Miles didn't hit any. Alex on the other hand hit about 15 of them.

Charity stood back from the group watching each of them.

"It must be hard for you." Charity looked away from Michelle to see Regina standing beside her, "What must be hard?"

"Hiding everything from them." She nodded to Miles and Andrew.

"It's for their own safety." Charity replied.

"You didn't seem to be concerned about my safety when you told me."

"I was 7, I didn't know there was any danger." Charity replied, "Anyway, you see how that turned out." She said it bitterly.

Regina nodded and looked down at the gun in her hands, "It wasn't you being a Compound Kid that fucked us up."

Charity rose a eyebrow but didn't comment on her swearing, "Then what did?"

"I thought you'd slept with my boyfriend." Regina sighed.

"I thought you were stupid for sleeping with him." Charity said, "You were 13, after all."

"I know." Regina sighed, "And then you left to go to Europe and I'd lost my best friend by the time you'd came back."

"You hated me, remember, not the other way around." Charity replied.

Regina looked down, "I was a bitch, how could you not hate me after that?"

"You were the first friend I ever had, you were my sister, I didn't want to leave that behind."

Regina looked at the ground, "I heard the court case was in a couple of months."

Charity nodded, "Yep."

"I always promised I'd be there for you, I'd like to have our friendship back on track at least to talking standards by then."

"What are we doing now?" Charity smirked.

Regina pushed her.

Charity laughed, "You always fall for things like that."

Regina pushed her again with a smirk.

Charity laughed, "Come on, you know you want to smile."

Regina burst out in a laughter.

"Now that gets you every time." Charity smirked.

Alex watched them through their playful pushing and banter, Charity really deserved a girlfriend.

They stopped suddenly, glanced around and then back at each other before laughing.

Charity, Miles, Andrew and Alex finished for lunch at 12 and grabbed some sandwiches and went and sat by the lake near their cabin.

"Where did you learn to shoot like that?" Andrew asked.

"Here, my parents were already great shooters, I leant from the best." She partially lied, "There's a photo in the Dining Hall."

"Ever shot someone?"

Charity paused for a second, looking over the lake, "Yeah."

"Really?" All three of the boys asked, surprised, "On purpose?"

She nodded, "It was this man, he had another gun to a girls head and I did what everyone else was afraid to do, they were all telling him to drop the gun but you could see he wasn't going to do it, so I shot him."

They stared at her for a little while, she just kept looking out over the lake, eating her sandwich.

"That must of been a very hard thing to do." Alex said.

Charity shrugged, "It's what had to be done."

"How old were you?"

"5." She sighed.

"Wow, you've lived with that for 11 years." Andrew said.

"I've lived with a lot of things for 11 years."

Hope you liked it, I love the ending. I just started my second week of school and I am over it! The cancelled my Netball Season! HOW DARE THEY! Kidding. It's my birthday this weekend! "I'm going to take over the world for my birthday!" *Evil crazy eyes* mahahahaha! O.o

My cats staring at me like I'm crazy, WHAT SHE LOOKIN AT! Its starting to get a little creepy, SHU!

I have officially lost my mind.

Oh my god where's it gone! Oh found it!

It was under my couch, now it's a little dusty :/ DAMN THE DUST!

Okay, crazy rant over.

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