Hey guys, CookieJar Raider here!

*puts hands in the air* Don't shoot! *readers start to throw sharp objects* *ducks behind sofa*

I'm not even going to explain how sorry I am about my tardiness. I'm just going to keep this sweet n' short.

My excuse? Life. I've been working on another story (I know, again I'm so sorry but I couldn't help it!) but a message was sent to me recently and it really pulled me back down to earth. Summer hols have been good by the way, I thought that no school would give me more time to write, but no. I've used that time to lie on the sofa and watch reruns of Big Bang Theory on e4 and eat Jubbly ice lollies.

Like I said in a message to a reader - I've made a decision. This was originally going to be a boring filler chapter, but I've decided to get to the real good, gory bits and kick it up a notch. So here you go! Dramatic chappie.

And to Rushnan: Darn! You caught me! Silence was the book I was reading at the time of writing the chapter (great book by the way - judging you if you don't read the series! Nah - kidding, but really, read it. Even if you don't like the typical 'fallen angel' genre like me, it's so different and enjoyable) and I saw the insult and was like 'Oooooh, good one!' Lo and behold, I couldn't help myself.

So...another topic. GCSE's! If you've just had your GCSE results back, share them in the comments! I'm actually really interested, :D my older cousin got 2 As, 2 Bs, 5 Cs and one D, and we're all real proud of him! So please do tell! Even if it isn't about you, if you're older sibling or cousin got their results, share your story.

I also did my Spanish GCSE 3 years early (I'm 13 atm, btw) because I lived in Spain for a few years as a child and I got an A* - so happy! :D

But enough about that. Here's the chapter.

DISCLAIMER: YOU'VE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE.

Chapter 21

I closed the door softly behind me and took a deep breath. What was all that about? Running a hand through my hair, I began to walk back to my dorm, not noticing the eerie silence that swamped the Academy.

Turning the brass door handle, I let myself inside the room and half-expected to be overwhelmed with questions, but I heard…nothing. Looking around the room, I found it bare, no one in sight.

"Bex? Liz?" My voice rang out empty and hollow in the empty space. No reply.

Rushing around the room, I checked the bathroom, the closets and under the bed, but came up empty handed. Deciding to ask the boys, I left the dorm.

"Hey guys, have you seen the…" I stuttered to a stop as their bedroom appeared empty as well.

"Zach?!"

Again, no reply.

I left the door ajar as I walked out into the hallway and my breaths became shallower. I was preparing for the worst-case scenario.

Trying the next door, I found it unlocked and peered inside. It was empty.

So was the next room. And the next room. I was panicking by now. If this was some kind of stupid prank my friends were pulling, I wouldn't be happy.

Leaving the door of the seventh room open, I backed out into the hallways and looked around wildly. A desperate attempt to catch someone's attention, I yelled out "Is anybody there?!", but nobody replied.

Rushing back in the direction I came in, I found my mom's door open wide. There were scratched on the door, as if someone had clutched at the door as they were dragged away. I entered the room and gasped. Papers were strewn everywhere, all over the floor and most of the contents of my mother's desk had been swept off the surface.

"Mom?" I whispered, and I felt my hands start to tremble.

"ANYBODY?" I yelled as I left the room. I had never felt so utterly alone and terrified. I had only experience the wild, unsure feeling in my gut once before, and that was when I woke up on a bench in the middle of Richmond. But this was a whole other scared. I was scared for others.

Staggering back into my mom's room, I was now completely sure that this wasn't a prank. This was some kind of kidnap, some insane work of a pysco, who seemed to know the right people and have the right experience to abduct an entire school.

Everyone but me.

And I knew exactly who had done it.

I summoned my last bit of strength and bravery, and began to search the office. Yanking the cushions off the sofa, rifling through the papers on the floor, searching bags and cupboards and closets and small corners and each and every single drawer I could pull open. But I came up empty handed. Just as I was about to give up, a loud noise made my jump three feet in the air.

A small, wired telephone sat in the corner of the room, and it rang loudly. I almost tripped over my feet to answer it, it was my only hope.

"H-hello?" My voice was weak and small, and I mentally cursed myself for sounding so pathetic.

"Hello Cammie."

I shuddered at the all too familiar voice and almost dropped the contraption. Hesitantly, I raised it to my right ear.

"Mrs. Goode." My voice was louder and clearer.

"You must be aware by now that there is no-one in Gallagher Academy currently, but you. How did we do it, I hear you ask. But that's for me to know, and not so much for you to find out."

"What do you want? Where is my family, my friends?"

"Well, I lay it out plain and simple for you Cammie. I want revenge. And as for your friends and family, they're right here with me."

I listened intently and heard a voice that seemed far away from the telephone on the other side.

"Cam! Don't listen to her, it's a trap!"

"Zach?" I stuttered, bewildered. Warm moisture filled my eyes and I brushed the unwanted tears away angrily.

"Shut up, you stupid boy." Mrs Goode hissed, and I heard a sickening slap.

"Don't hurt him!" I all but yelled.

"Let me get back to the story, dear. You see, your dear father was never my favourite person. When my father died and I linked everything back, he was the first person I came across, and since then I've wanted him dead."

I flinched and took a deep, shuddering breath, before listening on.

"But I've told you he's alive, and I've told you I know where he is. And despite my many flaws, I never lie. But trapping him and torturing him wasn't good enough. So I went after you.

"Even though I could have gone for your mother, she is the headmistress of the Academy I once adored, and she isn't blood related to your father, so all in all she simply isn't good enough. But you, dear Cammie Morgan, are the spawn of the devil and you must be stopped."

"What do I need to do?" Tears clouded the back of my throat.

"Find your precious little friends before the time's up, Cam. You have 24 hours."

And with that, the line went dead.

"Cammie?" I nearly jumped out of my skin for the second time when I heard someone behind me. Dropping the phone and spinning around, I found Mr. Harrods staggering out from the store cupboard I had forgotten to check. A deep gash ran from the end of his left eyebrow to the centre of his forehead and blood ran down into his eyes, a dark purple bruise patterned his cheek and he walked towards me with a slight limp.

"Mr. Harrods!" I exclaimed. "What happened to you?"

"They came..."He sounded winded. "They took your mother and Mr. S, they t-took everyone. I managed to hide…"

I cursed under my breath at his injuried and handed him the First Aid kit that helpfully sat on the desk next to the phone. He took it gratefully and took a seat, rifling through the bandage packets.

"We need to go and find them." I said. "Now."

He squinted up at me and nodded stiffly. "You're right. I need to save…" He mumbled something unintelligible under his breath.

"You need to save who?"

He sighed, strapping a bandage to his forehead.

"Your mother." He whispered, rifling through the medical kit again.

"Excuse me?" I wasn't sure if I heard him properly.

"Dammit Cammie!" He stood abruptly, the first aid kit falling from his lap to the floor. "I love your mother, okay? I have to save her, I need to save her!"

"W-what?" I spluttered, looking at him with wide eyes. "You-you can't! My dad's alive, you can't love my mom!" I shuddered at the thought.

His eyes softened. "No, he's not, Cam-"

Not this again. "Yes he is! I know he is." My thoughts backtracked to the unpleasant conversation I had with Cassandra Goode not long ago. "Ms. Goode told me!"

His brow furrowed. "Did she? Cam, she's lying."

"No, she isn't." My tone was low and steady. "Now come on, we need to go save Gallagher Academy."

"Do you know where they are?" I asked, zipping up my jacket as we both climbed into the forgotten VW Campervan parked behind the School.

"I have an inkling."

I looked at him as he started the engine, an eyebrow raised in question.

He pointed to himself. "Spies know things, Cameron."

The drive wasn't long, but it felt like years had passes when we reached a tall black building. Mr. Harrods cut the engine almost immediately, and I froze, hoping no one had heard us.

"Do we have a plan?" I asked.

"Yes, follow me and keep quiet." He said, stuffing a gun into his jacket pocket.

"Hilarious. I meant when we find them, any fighting techniques you can share?"

"You go look for the others and get them out of there; I'll deal with the baddies."

"I'm not seven. You can call them by their real name, Circle of Cavan."

He winced. "I'll stick with baddies."

He crept up a heavy iron door and shoved against it, turning the doorknob with all his might. With a creak and a whine, the door flew open and we crept in.

A staircase with metal banisters was attached to the wall and led up to someplace unknown. Other than that, the room was small, with only a few large crates stacked I one corner. Mr. Harrods wasted no time in taking the steps, and I followed behind him silently.

We walked for what seemed like forever, before he stopped and I almost slammed into his back.

I peered over his shoulder and saw yet another heavy iron door. He slammed into the door with his shoulder and it creaked again before opening. Stepping into a dark, dim room, Mr. Harrods looked around, before stepping aside to let me in, not meeting my eye.

I walked into the room slowly, eyeing him suspiciously before my eyes fell onto a hunched figure in the middle of the room, tied to a chair. It groaned and stirred in its sleep, and I its features were thrown into light.

My eyes widened and I choked out a sob. Rushing toward the person, I fell to my knees beside him.

"D-dad? Daddy?" I stuttered, shaking his shoulder. He stirred again and his eyes half-opened. Gasping, I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tight.

"I told you! I told you he was sti-" My words faltered and disappeared when I caught sight of Mr. Harrods stiff glare. He had his gun out and when he saw the fear in my eyes a small, feral smirk crept onto his face.

"I know Cameron. I knew all along." He walked towards me slowly and I felt myself shrinking away. "You know, for a daughter of two of the most successful spies in the world, you can be pretty stupid sometimes."

He stopped two feet away from me.

"I agree with him actually," Another person spoke, and we both looked to see Ms. Goode step out of the shadows, another gun in her hand. "You can be a very stupid girl at times, Cammie dear."

She pulled a small rope that hung from the ceiling next to her, and the room was flooded with light. And I saw five more chairs with a person tied to each. Fear flooded my veins as I took in their battered forms. My mother, Zach, Bex, Macey and Liz sat a few feet away from me, each of their terrified gazes on me.

"Oh, my god." I rose to my feet and made a dash towards them, but Mr. Harrods grabbed onto my arm and held me in a vice-like grip.

"Let go of me!" I struggled and kicked wildly. "Let go!"

"Follow me." Ms. Goode told Mr. Harrods, and I was dragged towards another doorway. Trying with all my might, I tried to get to my friends and parents, but to no avail. As I was hauled into the other room, I heard Cassandra Goode say, "I think it's time you and I had a little chat, Cameron Ann Morgan."

Not happy with this chapter, but I wrote it in two days and I wanted to upload as soon as possible.

And her dads alive! Yup, it's coz I felt like it :D

So, remember, tell me about your GCSE stories! You can comment or PM me, I don't mind.

Again, sorry about the lateness.

Zoe x

((UPDATED AUTHORS NOTE ON TUESDAY, 28/08/12)))

Oh poo.

I've just realized something. In some parts of this chapter I've accidentally wrote Mr. Tucker instead of Mr. Harrods, because I've recently been reading a book with a Mr. Tucker in it, and me being the retarded writer that I am, I somehow get them mixed up at times. Sigh. Anyway, I've revised this, so if you're reading this after 10pm (UK time) on Tuesday, the 28th of August in 2012, then you needn't worry about my slight muckup.

Anywho, I'm working on the next chapter, so you can look forward to that!

See ya!

Zoe x