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The Gallagher Academy: The Final Stand

Chapter 25: Zachary's POV

"Zach!" I heard the scream and I battled against the crowds to get her voice. But it was becoming distant, pulled away from me. I could no longer see Cammie as the crowds pulled her away from my arms as they wrenched us apart.

"CAMMIE!" I screamed back at her but my cry was lost on the too cold wind. I stopped fighting, what was the use. I'd lost everything and I'd nothing left to give. After staying with Cammie for most of the fight, looking out for her, protecting her, helping her she was gone and there was nothing I could do. There were too many people to go looking for her, the only way I'd see her now was if I stumbled on her by chance but that was a sliver.

"Cammie …" I shouted again but no response, I strained my ears but nothing. I pushed panicked Circle member's aside. The signal had been intercepted by Jonas who was a genius. But now Circle Members were trying to rally their troops whilst the people going against them were running around like headless chickens. The crowds were moving rapidly trying to work out what was happening; Gallagher students included. But I knew better; they needed killing. They need to be gone or the Circle isn't finished, it doesn't matter that half their army has turned. The weed has to be cut off at the root; the source. Otherwise it branches out again and infects more soil. I'd once been the soil

The more I pushed people out of the way, their more seems to come my way until I was barely moving forward. A hulk of a man, barged into me and I was sent spinning. My feet slid out from underneath and I felt my head collide with the hard - albeit muddy – floor. The buzzing filled my ears and I blinked to force back the tears. My hand trembling felt behind my head but I couldn't distinguish if there was any blood due to the sloppy mud now smothering my long brown hair. I winced as pain shot through my head, echoing in my skull and causing me to clench my hands into fists. I heaved my filthy and wrecked body off of the floor before I was kicked in the head. The ringing in my ears hadn't lessened and the shouts around me magnified. I clutched my ear and unsteadily made my feet stumble one in front of the other. The colours in front of me blurred together like a television with bad signal. I clutched my head and held it until the yelling in my brain stopped enough for me to gain my sanity back.

Once I could hear without being deafened, I put my hands back down my side and continued to jog/walk as far as I could desperate to find Cammie before my Mum did. I spit in the ground; a sort of tradition I'd turned into a habit whenever I thought or said anything of my mother. I imagined it was her grave I was standing on when I was in the P&E Barn causing her as many human injustices as possible. She deserved as vengeance for the many she'd caused.

A gap in the crowd. A hole in the wall. Call it what you may but it was enough to see him. Him. I couldn't believe I thought of him as a protector. But then again my Mum (spit) had never taken chances about the Circle Members, even with her own son and heir. I changed direction and I tried moving towards the centre of the enclosure he'd forged for himself. People steered around this man, like they knew he wasn't good news. That he should be avoided at all costs. Why should they though? There was nothing evil looking about him at all. Well, except for the wicked knife he wielded in his right arm. But he was a rather short, skinny scientist in a white lab coat at the end of the day. There was only one reason why they avoided him and that's because he made them, you see the Dr. – if he is even worthy enough to be called that – had a speciality for controlling people's minds. I should know, I've lived under his spell for quite some time, that and the fact that he almost persuaded Cammie to kill herself. He almost succeeded. Almost.

Dr Steve.

He was knelt down next to an MI6 Agent who was shivering on the floor, her body convulsing but she couldn't look away from his face. Even as the fires around her burned with a fierce frenzy. Even as everything she stood for crumbled. Even as she bled slowly to death. He was stroking her face and hair muttering to her. Talking to her as his latest victim died. The sick and twisted bastard.

His white lab coat … wasn't so white. The collar and several areas were torn, the colour swathed with blood and mud. Maybe he'd fallen over. His glasses were askew, and his hair sticking up in odd angles. He never loosened the iron grip on the knife just in-case. I caught the tail end of what he was muttering.

"Yes, and now then very soon all the pain will go away. You just have to close your eyes. That's right, like that and stop feeling, stop swimming in your head, just let go. Excellent" That common word did it. I'd once promised Cammie I'd kill him when we both found out in the most terrifying ways over the summer that he was working for my Mum. I intended to stick to that sever promise. I ran forward with the full intention of killing Dr Steve. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Ah Zach, so good to see you," he said his voice languid and soothing "we're just getting acquainted, isn't it," he pondered for the right word "excellent." I suddenly felt calmer, less violent. The urge to punch his head in was waning. 'No,' I thought 'hell no' but it was too late. A warm fuzzy feeling was spreading through my bones, the pain vanishing into oblivion. My weary limbs felt lighter than air as I glided slowly towards the man who had once looked after me. What was I doing before or what was I going to do. I'd been so dead-set on it but I couldn't remember for the life of me what it was now?

I couldn't remember but that didn't matter really. It couldn't have been that desperate if I couldn't remember it. A happy contented feeling spread throughout me and despite the violence surrounding me, I felt like as long as I was with Dr Steve, I'd be safe, I'd be protected. I was meant to be here. I felt another shot of contentment from that. I tried to sigh but found my mouth was struggling to form coherent words so I stopped. What was the hassle anyway? I could afford to spend some time with my friend before going back into … where are we? Where am I? What is this place? I was vaguely aware of the screams of violence and pain around me, the building in the distance was obviously familiar but I couldn't quite remember where I'd seen it before.

"Come and sit, Zach," Dr Steve's calming voice soothed my inner thoughts "just let go of your worries and rest, you've been working too hard" I came and sat by him and he looked at me carefully, watching my every movement.

"Now then Zach," he started off "How've you been, any pain recently. We wouldn't want that would we." His voice was so sure, so confident. I believed him, it's difficult not to believe in someone so sure of themselves.

"I'm tired," I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. The words came out before I could think on them, like someone was pulling them from my mouth but no matter, it was only what I thought.

"I want it to go away, I don't want to keep fighting," I continued slowly. Dr Steve looked down on me with a sympathetic face, the way one would look at a child who was whining. He set me down into a lying position. And studied me some more, his eyes seemed to light up suddenly.

"I have an excellent idea Zach," I sat up eager to hear more, he'd find a cure I knew of it – if anyone could it was him, I'd seen him do it before, always so helpful - but Dr Steve pushed me back down onto the floor. I nestled my head in the mud – soft as feathers – and made myself comfortable.

"Zach, there's an old practice that helps relieve you of tiredness … forever" he whispered smiling at me.

"Forever," I whispered, in awe of how he could achieve this for me. It was such a big word, no more pain at all. Forever.

"Yes, funny Zach. Forever. Would you like that?" he asked so kindly. No objections came to my mind. It sounded fantastic, I nodded my head vigorously, Dr Steve laughed at my childlike behaviour.

"All righty then! Now then Zach, I need you to lie down and make yourself comfortable," I snuggled deeper into the duvet like mud.

"Now then Zach, I need you to follow my every instruction, otherwise it won't work," he spoke firmly and I nodded quickly.

"I'd never go against you Dr Steve sir," Dr Steve smiled and chuckled at me in how-kind sort of way. From his side, he pulled out a long metal object. It looked so familiar, I could've sworn I'd seen one before but once again the thought vanished from my now empty mind before I could've really considered it.

"What's that?" I asked Dr Steve. He gave me a small half smile.

"This is a Knife Zach," I stared at it in awe. A Knife. I don't recall ever seeing one before. "I'm going to put it in your stomach. A lot of red liquid will come out – that's where you're feeling the pain - and then you will fall into a precipice of no feeling. Nothing at all Zach, it's almost euphoric. Would you like that Zach?" he explained slowly and smoothly. His tongue like honey, I thought about it.

"Will it hurt?" I asked slowly and cautiously. Dr Steve shook his head another cosy smile on his face.

"It'll only sting, if you follow my instructions. Nothing you can't handle"

No pain forever. The thought was almost too much, Dr Steve was offering me a chance to never be weak or tired, to be strong and full and healthy forever. And all he to do was put the knife into me. What kind of Science was this? It must be very clever, that you could put that sharp blade into you and you'd be free. It was marvellous.

"I'll do it," I cried out knowing that soon I'd be free forever. Dr Steve smiled broadly.

"Excellent," he spoke clapping his hands together. "Now Zach, before I put this into you I need you to think of all the good times we've had together. This'll not only distract you from what I'm doing to you but it'll will also help you to trust me. Do you trust me?" I nodded again just willing him to go on and get it done with , I wanted to stop feeling so tired "okay then, start thinking of all the good times together Zach." And my brain became alive with images.

The floor was too cold, too harsh. But this was my home now. Mum said that we would be staying until it was time for me to go to a place called Blackthorne. I don't know what that was but to my five year old mind it sounded like a place Spiderman would hang out with Batman. And Spiderman and Batman were cool, so maybe I'd be cool then. Mum had laughed when I said that. I didn't see Mummy very often, she was busy with work, she was a superhero. Or at least that's what she told me. Like Wonder woman, only better she'd described it. I missed Mummy.

I wouldn't miss here though. Mummy had said it was to help with work, but it was scary. There were big men everywhere and I'd learned the hard way not to mess with big people. They weren't very nice. Especially the people in here, they avoided me and frowned at me. I didn't know why but Mummy had said it was because I was special.

Today, Mum had a special visitor coming to visit her. She said that I couldn't see him unless he asked to see me. I had to be good and stay out of the way. When I said I'd go exploring she hadn't been very happy, she shouted at me but then she calmed down and said it was okay.

So here I was looking around through the concrete tunnels. They seemed to go on forever and forever with no end in sight. I looked down running, trying to get out of the concrete tunnels. It was too cold and scary.

I crashed into a firm rock and landed on my bum. I looked up to see a kind looking face, his features unclear.

"Are you Mummy's friend?" I asked and the man smiled. It made me feel comforted more so than I think I ever had.

"Yes I am, I'm Dr Steve. You must be Zach?" He bent down and I decided I liked this man the minute he held his hand out to shake mine. How he knew I hated people thinking I was young and stupid was amazing. I grasped his large callous hand with my own tiny one.

"Hi Dr Steve" I said with a smile.

"She's wrong, what she's been doing is wrong!" I screamed to the middle-aged scientist.

"Come now Zach, I'm sure you're exaggerating. You're mothers such a nice person!" Dr Steve said back to me as we sat in the grassy moors outside The Circle of Cavan's base. The sky was clouding over and the weather was chilly. Was it always so cold in places of destruction? How could she do such a thing? Wonder woman, yeah right. She's an assassin. She kills people, without blinking a life. She was leading the group behind some of the world's worst assassination plots in history. She was a terrorist … and she was my mother. My mother was evil. I needed to punch something, so I settled for the wall. I didn't stop until my knuckles were grazed and bleeding and the pain overcame the hurt.

It was a couple of years ago, she'd started. Acting indifferent towards me, ignoring me, beating me when I was wrong, lying through her teeth, belittling me. It didn't take long to figure out why though. Dad was dead. I didn't even know who my Dad was. I didn't know where he was. All I knew now was that he was gone to a better place, leaving my Mother devastated and twisted.

"She kills people for fun, she's a bloody terrorist," I shouted at Dr Steve's face. He didn't flinch but his features slowly morphed into shock.

"What! She's a terrorist? How bad?" He asked gripping my shoulders and looking me in the eye with genuine concern.

"Attempted to murder Margaret Thatcher," I whispered "among others. That one just stuck in my mind" Dr Steve's face paled and he looked close to feinting. I suddenly regretted telling him, he didn't seem the type who could stomach the fact ... Or many things actually.

"I've been working for a monster," he whispered aghast clutching at his chest. I nodded solemnly "he turned back to me, fear in his big round eyes. "We have to keep you safe, maybe we can help keep you safe and I'll still work with her to find out her plan!" I nodded quickly; it would be nice to have someone help me.

"ZACH!" My mother's voice rang through the air and I looked at Dr Steve quickly. He motioned quickly for me to go, with a wink and a quick 'good luck'.

If only I'd looked back as I ran I would have seen him smirk and shake his head at the 'idiotic 10 year old'

"Have you heard any news," I whispered to him late at night in the corridors at Blackthorne after hours.

"No," he said very calmly. I wrung my hands wildly.

"Why! You've had 3 months," I said loudly. Dr Steve was my chief source as to what my mother was up to. Without him, I wouldn't know what kind of scandalous horror she was up to . Who was going to brutally murdered in part of her games.

"She doesn't trust me, as much as she used to. I think she suspects me," he whispered back, for fear of being overheard. We both knew Blackthorne was a recruitment place for The Circle of Cavan.

"You have to be a better liar!" I said exasperated "Lives depend on it". He was giving nothing to go on and it was becoming very frustrating.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter. I've found a person to help us with our … 'project'. His name's Joe Solomon. He's very good, I found some information on him in the files. He was close to doing it before he can help us take them down once and for all. Isn't this great!" I said growing more and more excited with each second. When I'd met him in an alleyway in New York he was so charismatic it was difficult not get to swept away but I knew to trust him. There was something in the way he spoke, he sounded more eager than Dr Steve. Speaking of him, his face had grown a paler shade and his eyes were wide.

"No! Not him!" he said very quickly. I stared at him in confusion.

"Why not!" He's amazing and he's so willing he'll be brilliant. He may give us the edge we need and we can finish this once and for all.

"No Zach! He's a member of the Circle you don-"

"No, he quit he told me. You don't understand!" I was near shouting now, but I didn't care "why don't you want Joe Solomon to help us. I don't get you" and with that I walked briskly away from him in a fury. This was the best thing that had happened to our duo and he was ruining it. I stormed into our dorm –reserved for the 16 year olds- and got into bed. I was surprised to hear a voice coming from my right.

"It's late," Grant whispered. Well, duh.

"I know, go to sleep." I spoke rudely back.

"Where've you been"

"Nowhere"

"Who were you seeing?"

"No-one Grant this isn't bloody David Letterman!" It was a full five minutes later that Grant said anything. "You know, Dr Steve" I rolled my eyes "I don't trust him". I sat still before responding.

"I don't think I do anymore," I said quietly. It was the truest thing I'd ever said.

"Cammie!" I yelled at her as she walked Dr Steve. Her eyes were glazed and her hands outstretched towards him. Him and his gun. I ran up to her and wrapped my arms around her in a vice like grip but she continued to struggle against me towards Dr Steve.

"Stop it," I screamed at him "Stop controlling her!" Dr Steve merely smirked and raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Like this," and Cammie screamed in pain as Dr Steve mumbled something incoherent to her. She wasn't in any physical pain she just thought she was. Her body was reacting like she was shot in the stomach. The sound of her cries of pain cut through my heart like ice. I gripped her tighter trying to shake her from his control but she was struggling against me. Her mind lent itself to his words and paying attention to nothing else.

"Come on, Cammie, please! Not now! Please for me, I love you! Just concentrate!" I yelled in her ear but she couldn't hear me not properly at least. Her body was convulsing and her screams growing louder, and all the while Dr Steve's finger was tightening on the gun trigger.

"I TRUSTED YOU!" I screamed at him my hand shaking with the pain in my heart. Tears were streaming down my face. He was once my most trusted friend and he was now controlling the one person I loved more than anything like a rag doll. Dr Steve merely smirked at my despair.

"Trust's a big thing you shouldn't give to people you don't really know. Didn't you learn that from your mother," He spoke calmly to me. I screamed in return. Cammie was getting harder to contain. She was so willing to give herself freely to this beast of a man. It was then that I realised Dr Steve may be the scariest man alive. My Mother like many others had power over nuclear weapons. She could wipe out the entire UK with one click of a button but she couldn't control someone's inner most private thoughts. Dr Steve could. And I know now which is scarier.

"You're a TRAITOR!" I screamed at him and then we heard the voices. Coming up the hill behind us and I looked at him. His calm expression faltered but he covered it quickly and smoothly.

"She'll live for now," he said calmly and then he jumped off the side of the cliff face as Joe Solomon and Grant came running behind me, to see me and the floor and Cammie – beautiful sweet Cammie - unconscious.

The haze was gone quickly. Like that and I saw Dr Steve raise the knife in his hand. All of a sudden I felt the pain and tiredness overwhelm me and I'd never been happier. His face registered shock as I grabbed his hand and swung him over so now I was on his stomach with the knife by his chest. Dr Steve's face morphed into one of shock. This was clearly a first for him.

"How did you … what?" He said his mouth opening and closing like a fish. This time I was the one that smirked at him.

"I believed the wrong guy Dr Steve. I can't believe and reminisce in lies now can I?" his face started to look anxious and I subtly inspected the blade in my hand.

"It's pretty sharp Dr Steve," I said in wonder. "You know the day you tortured Cammie with her mind I promised her I'd kill you," I said it so calmly and that's probably why Dr Steve shuddered. His lower lip trembling, he finally was on his knees.

"I was do-doing anything wrong?" he said very quickly and I raised my eyebrow beneath my lanky fringe. "I was going to use it to make you happy again," he said calmly but the effect didn't work. Oh, I could feel myself getting drowsy but all it took was the image of a smiling Cammie in my mind to bring me back to normality. She literally was my 'Saving Grace'.

"I'm fine personally but really let me use it on you instead Steve. You look like you could use the lack of feeling," and that was all it took and the knife went down into Dr Steve's body. Once, Twice, Thrice. I got off of him and ran away quickly so as to find my Gallagher Girl, I'd kept my promise to her. Away from the past towards the future, the world's most dangerous man was officially dead.

Zachary Good 1, The Circle of Cavan 0

Wow, that was a hand killer. My hands ache so much but enjoy. I had this brainwave. I always wanted Zach to kill Dr Steve and I knew I had to make it difficult for him but I only got the flashback idea this morning and just knew I had to incorporate it! Enjoy and please review! My longest chapter to date over 4,000 words! Just for you guys, I kill my hands. Lol! Have fun and PLEAS EREVIEW IT IS THE ONE THE ONLY CAMMIE NEXT, GRAND FINALE, WHO WILL WIN, ALL WILL BE GLORIOUSLY REVEALED! REVIEW!