AN: Reaptedly saying I am sorry I was just overwhelemed by the obscene amount of homework I am being given won't really do will it? I'll give you a chapter instead.
"Zach," Cammie hissed fighting the pounding in her head, "Zach!" She shuffled over to his still form her body begging her not to, "Zachary!" She shook his shoulder and the boy in question groaned,
"Five more minutes." He mumbled and tried to turn over, he winced and decided that the position he was in was perfectly adequate and stayed there.
"Frederick Zachary Schlechte!" Zach jerked up with a gasp,
"Cammie!" He gulped in air as he adjusted to his location, "How did you know my name, everyone called me Zach, even my mother!"
"Did you really think I wouldn't research you!" Cammie exclaimed, "I owed you my life I was your unwanted protector!" She groaned then winced, "Let me see your arm." She held out a hand hiding her pain, "Sit on the cot." She ordered,
"NO!" Zach yelled,
"Quietly!" Cammie groaned,
"Or they'll spilt us up, I know. You are far more injured than me, you go." He insisted stubbornly,
"No, you sit on that cot Zachary, or I won't tell you a thing." She threatened,
"OK," He conceded then limped to the cot, Cammie shuffled and leant against the stone cold walls gasping for breath.
"Give me," She took his arm and examined the fore arm long deep wound, she ripped up the pillow case and wrapped it tightly around his arm leaving smears of blood from her cuts, "Leg." She straightened his leg out apologising as he cursed she then leant to look under the bed ignoring the pains in her ribs, she felt under it and pulled out one of the wooden slats then splinted Zach's leg, she checked the rest of him but the rest were superficial,
"So, how am I?" Zach teased weakly,
"You'll be fine." Cammie replied finished examining the cut on his forehead, "Slight concussion but you have had enough of them to know what to do." She sat back,
"Now you." Zach took her arm but she snatched it out of his grasp,
"I'm fine, I've had plenty worse." She replied, knowing better than to shut her eyes but really wanting to.
"OK, if I can't look at your wounds you treat them, as you do start explaining." Zach sat back feeling bad for taking the cot but knowing Cammie would never get on it.
"You saved me, though that and a hell of a lot of luck I came back to life, painfully may I add, then we escaped, they were lax as I was dead so we managed to get out. We stayed briefly in Toronto then Santa Fey, finally we settled in Berlin. A week after staying there Abbey left. She went to Taiwan as Eddie was in danger." Cammie laughed lightly without humour, "I waited two more weeks hacking and searching. Soon I discovered all I could about the COC in Berlin so moved to Munich, I went to almost every large German city, Hamburg, Cologne amongst others never staying longer than a couple of days, that was more than enough time to gather all I could and get out without anyone knowing I existed.
"From Germany I went to Poland, did the same, Warsaw, Krakow, Austria; Salzburg, Innsbruck. I went to every major city and some I knew had COC members in. In those four years I covered the entirety of Europe," Cammie broke off,
"What?" Zach asked worried, she was looking pale, he doubted it had anything to do with the story, "Patch yourself up if you won't let me." He insisted, Cammie grudgingly started to bind her wounds and explained her stopping,
"I just realised you are the first I have ever told this to."
"What, not even... stripy!" Zach exclaimed,
"No, and its zebra. Or Fletcher not stripy." She rolled her eyes, "So as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted-"
"Hey! I didn't stop you, you stopped yourself-" Zach broke off as he saw Cammie raising an eyebrow,
"May I continue?" She teased, Zach nodded like a scolded schoolboy. "Anyway, in those four years I covered the entirety of Europe and most of the USA. I was working through Canada, in Ottawa, when I found myself thinking about you and Fletcher more often. I knew you were alive but thought I'd find Fletcher. I found him in Brisbane of all places and he was doing exactly what I was. Looking for the COC, not nearly as successfully, in five years he'd uncovered one base. The one we had been held at. And that was just before I found him." She paused,
"Why do you say 'of all places'? Why Brisbane?" Zach asked curious watching her finished tending to her injuries, the ones he could see anyway,
"We were held in Brisbane together, he was released and I was moved." She sighed, "After Two months I find his family after realising he missed them terribly and went to find them. The COC were watching them. I was captured but I understand they had a good reunion." She sighed then winced. "I escaped after three months and Fletcher Nicholas Williams was born. He joined the SAS when I was twelve. I travelled a little more but then thought I would try Gallagher, leave if I didn't enjoy it." A shadow crossed her face.
"I met up with Joe Solomon and for the first time in five years someone who hadn't been with me knew I was alive. I wish I had had a camera, I got the image on a satellite at a later date but when I told him," She smirked, "Well you can imagine. They got me again. Three months later I was out again and in Gallagher with four amazing friends. A year after that I met up with Abbey, I had seen her around but never like this, then I met you again." Cammie sighed, again, and winced, again.
"I couldn't control the hatred at first, that after all this time you couldn't even remember me."
"No!" Zach's voice was shocked, "I recognised you, but like every other soul on this planet believed you dead." He sat back and thought over the tale he had just heard, "The only reason they caught you these times was because you made mistakes, deliberate ones." He shook his head, "You are an idiot sometimes Cameron Morgan."
"And you Frederick Schlechte are as much as an idiot and liar as I." She replied,
"How did you find out my name?" He asked suddenly,
"Hacker." She held her hand up guiltily. Then winced, "Sleep Zach."
"Sleep well." He lay back and fell asleep to the feeling of Cammie running her hand through his hair. Cameron Morgan leant back against the stone and examined the walls and solid metal door then the sleeping boy next to her. Three days they had been in here. The first night he couldn't sleep, running her hand through his hair helped him sleep, she hadn't slept a wink. They always came for her soon. The footsteps came and she forced herself upright, she took one glance at Zach sleeping and undid the locket as she always did and slipped it into his grasp, he didn't even stir.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't our resident insomniac." A sneer graced the deadly beautiful face of the woman in front of her.
"And the resident crazy woman." Cammie inclined her head, "At least mine is a registered illness, you are just plain crazy!"
"Grab her." The woman hissed, two men went to grab her but she dodged, and walked to the door,
"You never learn." She rolled her eyes.
"Neither do you. The harder you come at us the harder we come at you." They entered a white room, the floors sloped inwards towards a drain, normally by the end of the sessions the floor was red.
"Now, as you may well know it is the end of your second year in captivity, you have lived 730 days inside one COC unit or another, and we decided to give you a special present." Her eyes glinted menacingly, Cammie felt her heart sink, this was never going to turn out well, "Well, a present in addition to your normal daily... gifts." A man walked into the room. He locked the door and dead bolted it, she heard the same being done on the other side, Cammie glared at the man, he backhanded her but she didn't move, the man picked her up around the waist and ran full pelt at the wall, she felt a few more ribs give, he then dropped her and stamped on her leg.
Cammie shut her eyes and cornered off her mind from the pain as she did every day to avoid calling out. He scooped her up and dumped her unceremoniously on the bench in the corner taking no care of her injuries. He pulled her top off and the woman appeared with a knife in her hand, she ran a hand over Cammie's barely healed cuts and grinned at her,
"Brace yourself." She taunted.
These were little cuts, a tally of how many days she had been with them. When they had run out of space on her front they moved onto her back, then her arms. They blocked every seven days with a cut square, deeper than the others, not that the others were shallow. After the first year her 'present' had been 'ONE YEAR' carved on her back.
That had been at the base of her spine. Now the cuts had spread down her arms and were slowly working their way down her legs, the 'TWO YEARS' would be across her right ankle. She would soon be out of space, only the soles of her feet were untouched, the day she had first been cut on her legs had been one of confusion, her legs were already littered with scars from previous cuts so they had to start at her knees and work down.
When Cammie stopped distracting herself and came back to the present they were just finishing, a dull throbbing coursed throughout her body, when they had first cut she had bitten through her lip trying to to scream. Her seven year old self couldn't cope. It had burnt, but now she had learnt to ignore the pain.
"Now," The woman paced the room, "In memory of what happened on your last anniversary we will watch the video of it." Again Cammie's heart sank, she had nightmares about that day every time she managed to sleep. A projector descended from the ceiling and a grainy video started playing. Cammie fought to show no emotion as she recalled that day vividly.
On the video six people were marched into a room and tied down. Two adults, a male and a female, then four children, two girls, two boys.
"Ah, you were such an adorable family." The woman cooed, then, on the screen, a woman walked into the room, she held a gun.
"Now, one of you will die today, an anniversary celebration if you will." She smirked. The youngest girl begged for her to be the one, she spoke louder and more fervently than the others. Her voice sounded the most desperate, the two adults were practically unconscious and the two oldest children were out for the count. The youngest boy fought against his bonds and trying to get his body in front of the girls. It was because of this his energy was taken in fighting and not shouting. The woman smirked at the youngest girl and hit her around the head with the butt of the gun, a large cut leaked blood but she didn't break her plea for her to die.
The woman shot the others leaving the girl screaming, she released her and the girl grabbed the gun and shot her once in the shoulder. She dropped to the ground then beat the girl senseless, then a man came in and shot twice. The woman dropped to the ground, dead.
The girl crawled to the others and crouched beside them.
"I love you my little Chameleon." The oldest man whispered,
"Stay safe, never give up. I love you more than you can ever know." The woman kissed her forehead.
"Knock em dead Camster." The oldest boy woken by the force of the shot murmured coughing up blood,
"Don't talk, just act. Don't say, just show. Don't promise, just prove." From the oldest girl, also woken by the bullet.
"I don't need to say anything, do I?" The youngest boy murmured,
"No. Please don't leave me." She begged tears slipping out,
"Goodbye Cam." The boy whispered. The video went on with the young girl trying fruitlessly to save the others, but failing. Within ten minutes they were all dead.
"A touching scene." The woman taunted, Cammie fought the hatred, she grabbed the knife and threw it at the woman, it lodged in her stomach, she pulled it out and plunged it into Cammie's side. "Missed." She stormed out the room holding her side. The man locked the doors again then turned back to her. He pulled the knife out. And threw it to the side.
He smiled showing perfectly straight and white teeth he tugged down her trousers filling his tormentee with a dread that could not be matched, he then undid his trousers,
"Happy anniversary."
Sorry, the next update should be much quicker!
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