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Previously:"Sam, you were supposed to stay in the car."
"Yeah, little problem." He was at top of the staircase, but he wasn't alone. There was a man behind him, holding Sam's shotgun to his head.
"Glad you brought the shotgun now?" I asked, angrily.
(Cpov.)
This was bad. But it was also good. Not because the guy could shoot Sam whenever he wanted. No, that was the bad part. The good part was that I was an alien/ex Gallagher Girl. The Gallagher part of me could tack the man down, and the alien part was going to be a useful tool in doing so. It also helped that Henri was here. And while he might be in bad shape, I've seen him fight in worse.
He pulled his arm away from me, and grabbed his sword. I took a fighting stance. I ran possible moves I could use against him in my head. But I Wasn't stressing. He was a very round man, and looked to be out of shape. Maybe if I waited long enough his arm might get tiered. I smiled at the joke. Internally of course.
"Okay, here's how this is going to work," he said, trying to sound all confident, and in charge; but I could tell that we scared him. He was breathing hard, and the hand that was holding the back of Sam's shirt was shaking. "You," he pointed at me. "You're going to stand over there," he pointed at the wall. "And you," he nodded at Henri. "You're going to stand by her."
"Or," I said, drawing out the o. "You could let my friend go, and we all leave, and you forget this ever happened."
"N-no," he stuttered. "That's not how this is going to work. I know you're aliens, and I want you to stay here and talk."
"Look," I said. "It's three to one. Even if you do have a gun to Sam's head, you still have us two to deal with, which you don't what. Trust me. Put the gun down, and we can all get on with our lives."
"No. I'm supposed to keep you here." What?
"What are you talking about," Henri growled. "Who's making you keep us here?"
"They'll kill me if I tell you!" he wailed.
I had had enough. I used my telepathy to pull the gun away, throwing it against the wall. Sam wiggled away, running down the stairs, hiding behind me. The man tried to follow, but tripped. He fell face first, and the steps were wool, with sharp pointed edges. Me, being a nice person even though he hurt Henri, I stopped him midair.
He started to scream, and struggle. I saw this as a great way to interrogate him. I had never had such a heavy load, but I needed to know who was endangering my, and Henri's lives.
"Mind telling us who wanted you to keep us here?" I asked.
"They'll kill me!" he screamed.
"I'll drop you if you don't tell me soon. You're a very heavy man, and it's getting harder for to hold up. So I suggest you tell us now." He didn't answer. I let him drop a little, before holding him again.
"Them!" he yelled. "They wanted me to keep you here!" That was easier than I thought.
"Who," Henri asked.
"I think he means the Moggs," Sam piped up.
"They like it here, man," he cried. "They won't stop until they get what they want. They'll kill whatever gets in their way. Just turn yourselves in before they kill us all!"
I let him fall. Henri looked at me and I mouthed, "he's really heavy." He nodded. We started to walk to the door. We stepped over the groaning man. I stopped right above him. "Once they get what they want, they'll kill everyone. Including you. You're nothing but a tool to them, that once everything is done, they have no more use for." I started to go again, but Henri stopped me.
"They're here," he whispered. I looked up the stairs, and started to run up them.
"4!" Henri yelled. "No! Stop!"
But it was too late. The door exploded, revealing a Mogg army.
(Spov.)
We searched the woods for hours, but no Cammie.
"We've been searching for an hour," Liz said. "She's not here."
"She has to be," Rachel argued.
"What if she left?" Zach said. "She could have gone to her house. The school. She won't be at the festival, we know that for sure."
"The video," I said, an idea popping in my head. "Liz, is the video still on the internet?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Because, Cam would want the video taken down. The site's base is only an hour away from here. She probably went there to delete the video before she skipped town. I say we go there, and if I'm wrong, then we take the video down while we're there. If I'm right, we find Cammie. She can't run from all of us."
"Makes sense if you think about it," Macey said. "Cammie isn't one for the spot light. She gets rid of the video, then she's the girl you've never see again."
"Okay, everyone," Rachel said. "Get to the van. We have to get there before she leaves.
(Cpov.)
I was shot back, and collided with Henri, who fell down with me. We got up as quick as we could. At the top of the stairs were three Moggs, looking scarier than ever. Their sickening smiles sending shivers down my spine.
"#4," one said. "We've finally found you. Time to die." He pointed his gun at me. Henri stepped in fount of me, sword raised.
"Plan," I asked Henri.
"Kill them. Run." I nodded.
"Sam," I looked at him. "Go to the car, get it started. If we're not back in five minutes, leave."
"But, Cam…"
"Do it Sam!" He hesitated, but one look at the Moggs and nodded, running away.
They charged at us, and Henri slashed at one, making him fall back into the table. I picked one up with my telepathy, throwing him against the ceiling. I let him drop, hitting the floor hard. I grabbed the envelope opener from the desk, running over and stabbing him with it in the back. He shriveled into dust. I turned around to tack on another one.
Henri had been fighting two at a time, which, in his condition, wasn't a good thing. I ran over, grabbing one by the back of their trench coat, pulling him back away from Henri. He fell the floor, and I kicked his head sideways, breaking his neck, him too, turning into dust.
Henri pushed one he had currently been fighting, and I gave the push a kick by adding my telepathy to propel him backwards. He was uneasy on his feet, but not in bad shape. I was about to attack, when Henri grabbed my arm, pulling me to the stairs. The universal sign for "while he's not looking, let's sneak out the back door".
I allowed myself to be dragged out. When I saw the car, I noticed it wasn't on. "Sam!" I yelled. "Turn on the car!"
"I can't," he panicked. "I can't find the keys!"
"Shit! Henri what are we going to do?" I slipped in next to Sam.
"Use your telepathic abilities to start the car engine."
"How?"
"Just focuses."
"Uh, guys. I don't think you killed them all."
I looked out the window. The one was coming at us, a big metal stake in hand.
"Don't look at him. Focuses," Henri said.
I closed my eyes, but found that by doing so, I wouldn't know when the Mogg would reach us, so I opened them just as he jumped on the hood of the car, driving the stake through the window toured me. I tried to move, to get away. But it was too late. Henri had jumped in front of me just as the stake hit home. He gagged as it hit right below his heart.
"No!" I screamed, the car engine starting, and the stake fling out of Henri, and back into the Mogg. Sam put the car into reverse, hitting the gas. We drove like maniacs for five minutes, covering as much ground as we could, Henri coughing up blood, said my name over and over again. I cried, and cried, baring my face into his shoulder. I ordered Sam to stop, climbing out of the car with Henri, putting him on the side of the road. Henri hadn't moved.
"Henri," I sobbed. "Please Henri. Please don't leave me. I can't do this without you. I need you here. Please don't leave me."
He slowly started to put his hand on my cheek. "Hey. It'll be okay," he soothed in a raspy voice. "You survived three years without me. You're ready for this, 4. You know you are. You don't need me."
"No, Henri. No you don't understand. I need you. You can't leave me now."
"Go to the house. There's a chest. You'll need that. And tell Sam that his dad was a part of this. That he isn't dead. He was searching for us." I closed my eyes, sobbing into his bloodied chest. "4. 4 look at me." I did. "We came to Paradise for a reason."
"Why?" I asked. but he slowly closed his eyes. His heart stopped beating; his breaths becoming shorter, until he breathed no more. Henri was dead. My head fell down in defeat and lost, tears flowing at a rapid rate. Soon the body in my hands became dust, and I watched it as it blew away in the breeze. "Goodbye Henri," I whispered.
"Cammie," Sam yelled. "There's a car coming. We should get going." But I couldn't move. Wouldn't. I didn't care if the Moggs got me now. All I wanted was to sit, and think of Henri. I heard van doors slam, and someone call my name; but I didn't get up. I didn't make a move to run. I cried harder.
"Cammie," the voice whispered as a person knelt by me. Zach. I didn't move away, or run. No. I was tired of running. Wasn't that what I said before. Tied of always looking behind me. Of waiting for them. Right then, all I wanted to do was rest in Zach's arms.
I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He didn't hesitate. He wrapped me in his arms, although I'm sure he didn't know why. I cried, and cried, listening to him say, "It's okay Gallagher Girl. Don't cry. Everything's going to be alright." His voice broke, and he was crying too. Just not for the same reason.
My friends came over, putting a hand on my back, saying how much the missed me, and how I would be in so much trouble later. They cried, and laughed, relive going throw them. Then Liz said, "Cammie? Why are you all cover in blood?" Zach let go of me so he could get a good look. I was covered in blood. In Henri's blood, I thought sadly.
I looked at Zach, my eyes filling up with more tears. "He's dead," I whispered. Zach looked confused. "Henri. He died in my arms. He died protecting me."
"That man," Mr. Solomon said, coming up to us. "The one who you ran with… He died?"
I nodded. "It was his job to watch me. To raise me, and make sure they didn't get their hands on me. to protect me."
"Cammie," Rachel stood on Mr. Solomon's left. "How long was Henri protecting you?"
I sniffled, and whispered, "Since I was almost two years old." Liz put a hand to her mouth, Macey and Bex exchanged looks, and Mr. Solomon and Rachel shook their heads. "He was like a father to me."
"Cam," Sam called from the car. The girls stood up, ready to fight. I waved a hand at them. "We should go."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because they called backup." He pointed behind me, and when I looked, I saw dozens of cars coming are way. They were a good mile away, but I still needed to hurry.
I stood, pulling Zach with me. I looked around at the faces of people who would spend ten months of their lives devoted to looking for me. "Get in your Van, and follow me and Sam," I ordered. They looked ready to protest. "Look, I want you to follow me. I'll explain everything when I get the chance, but right now there are killers just down the road, and if we don't hurry, we'll be there next victims." They didn't seem to like the idea, but they still got in the van.
Zach was the last to leave. "Cammie…"
"I'm not going anywhere soon Zach," I said. "Please trust me. I can't lose you too." He nodded, and headed to the van. I ran to Sam's car, hoping in. I turned to him. "Let's go."
"Were too?" he asked.
"To the party Sarah's at. I need to get her away from the Moggs. No one I know is safe now."
