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The hidden words were- Gallagher, Zammie, Blackthorne, GG (as in gallagher girl) and BB (as in blackthorne boy)

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PART 2
GABE
"Liz?" I yelled down the hallway.
There were three people that I could see- one was a huge muscly man crumpled on the floor, then two more guys stood up. They had long guns in their hands.

Without thinking about it, I went to punch them, but Liz rushed past the two guys to stop me.
"Gabe! Gabe! No, stop! They're Blackthorne students!" She told me.

"I thought you were dead!" I exhaled, hugging her so hard I could feel she was having a hard time breathing. She was surprised, but she hugged me back.
"Well, I'm fine now. These guys saved me." Liz stood on her tiptoes to peer over my shoulder. "Jenny!" She rushed over to her sister. "Gabe, you found her! Thank you so much!" While Liz talked quickly to her sister, I looked at the guy who, I figured, was going to attack Liz. He was lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, with a pool of blood around him.

"Oh, God, you didn't kill him, did you?" I asked, grimacing.
"Really? You're complaining about how we saved your girlfriend?" One of the students asked.

I was about to say "She's not my girlfriend." but the other Blackthorne student told me, "He's not dead. We know how to listen to orders."
Either they know how to listen to orders, or they're just afraid of Bex. It was most likely they were afraid of Bex.

"I need you to get my sister out of here." Liz turned back to the boys. "And keep her safe, okay?"
"What? No, Lizzy I can't leave you." Jenny protested. "That woman, you have no idea how-"
But we didn't get to find what she was going to say, because one of the students picked Jenny up with one hand and threw her over his shoulder.

"Keep your head down, don't talk and try not to move, okay?" He ordered her, before he and his friend started running to get out of the building.

"What do we do now?" I asked Liz. She turned back to me, the determined expression back on her face.
"Now, we go find Sara." She told me firmly

CAMMIE
"Room 237, 238, 239, room 240." I felt the despair creeping into my voice. "And he's not here."
"Maybe the guy was lying to you." Sam suggested, double checking the rooms. They were all empty.
"No, he wasn't lying." I knew that much, at least. I turned to Eli. "Do you know where she might be?"
"How would I know?" He asked sticking his thumbs his the pockets of his jeans.

"You were married? Don't you know how she thinks by now?" Sam told him for me.
"Well, apparently I didn't know her as well as I thought I did. But if I were her, and I thought that at any minute somebody might break in to steal my prisoners, I would change the room I was keeping my prisoners in quite often. Either that, or I would keep my most important prisoner with me at all times." Eli shrugged.

"Great. So we're back to square one." I sighed. Sam pulled me down into a crouch against the wall, just a second before a man came walking past. Eli started walking towards them. Sam grabbed at his sleeve but Eli shook him off.
"What are you doing?" I hissed. Eli ignored me kept walking.
"Eli." The man exclaimed.
"I need to see Sara." Eli said. "Where is she?"

"I-er, I didn't know you were going to be visiting. You haven't come here in months." The man looked flustered.
"Stop babbling, George, I need to see Sara. Just tell me where she is." Eli snapped.
"She's in her room- 23 on the top floor- with the prisoner Zachary Goode." George said.
"Attaboy." Eli said quietly, grabbing Carl's head and turning it abruptly to the side. George collapsed on the floor. "Don't worry, he's just unconscious." He turned to me and Sam. "We should hurry, when he wakes up he's going to let everyone know we're here."
"Its really amazing that we haven't been caught yet." Sam said, helping me up off the ground.

"Well if we haven't gotten caught already it means we will be soon." I sighed. It's just the way things go on missions as big as these, no matter how good the agents are. But, hopefully this mission would go as well as it could do.
"Come on. Room 23 is this way." Eli started leading the way. Hopefully we would be lucky this time. Because Zach was in this building, but I couldn't reach him. And it was driving me crazy.

BEX
"All I'm saying is, you shouldn't have to do this." Grant told me, scanning the halls and rooms for people.
"And all I'm saying is, it's fine. I'm totally fine. I can absolutely do this." I told him firmly. I was totally lying- I didn't want to see my parents looking at me as if I was the enemy; I didn't want to have to fight them to subdue them enough to give them the anti brainwashing serum Liz had made.

If Grant knew I was lying, he didn't say anything about it. About fifteen rooms back we came across a woman with turquoise glasses and frizzy red hair typing reports onto a computer. A little drop of truth serum later we found out my parents were being kept in room 603 on the B floor.
We reached room 603 and I took a deep breath, then kicked the door open. Abe and Grace Baxter were inside, just as the woman with the glasses said they would be. When I came into the room, they looked up at me, but it wasn't with anger or distrust, but with surprise and guilt.
"Becky." My mother breathed with relief, standing up with her arms outstretched to hug me. She refused to call me Bex, and ever since I was 10 she's called my Rebecca, but when I was little and still had pigtails, she called me Becky. It was weird being called Becky again, especially now that I was an adult.

I didn't move, but Grant pointed his gun at my mother and said, "Not another step." She stopped abruptly, and put her hands up.
"Rebecca, you have to get out, now." My father told me.

"I don't understand. Grant, what's happening?" I edged closer to Grant for protection.
"We're trained agents, Becky, we fought off whatever it was that woman gave us. They keep having to give us new doses each day. And they're probably coming to give us one now." My mother looked at me pleadingly with her eyes. "Please, you have to go."
"Bex, we've stayed here too long already. We're going to be found out." Grant whispered.
"I can't just leave them, they're my parents!" I protested.

"And what happens if they're lying?" asked Grant.
"Well, I have the antidote, don't I?" I held up the two syringes that held the antidote.
Before grant could answer, someone kicked him in the back so he flew forward, knocking into my parents. Then, before I could react, that same somebody grabbed me behind from the waist. I could feel the cold tip of a syringe pressing against my throat.
"Don't move a muscle." He warned me. Grant shot me a cautionary look. He knew what I was going to do. Too late.
I stamped on the mans toes, elbowed him in the stomach and them slammed my head back into his face to break his nose. My attack worked well- the man groaned and fell to the floor.

My head really hurt though, and I now felt nauseous and dizzy. "Bex..." Grant said slowly. He pointed to my leg.
The needle of the syringe was stuck in my thigh. I didn't feel it, but once Grant had pointed it out, I felt like fainting. I slowly slid down the wall and multicoloured dots danced in front of my vision.
Grant pulled the syringe out of my leg and threw it to the other side of the room.
"Are you okay?" Grant asked. He lifted my head up to look into my eyes for pupil reflexes. "Bex, are you in any pain?"
No. Not pain. But I felt weird... I felt angry. "Get the hell away from me." I snarled, pushing Grant away.
"Bex?" He frowned with confusion. "What's wrong?"

What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong is that I kissed Sam and now I have these weird feelings for Grant and if Grant hadn't frigging turned up I wouldn't have to deal with these emotions, because Bex Baxter doesn't deal with emotions. What's wrong is that Grant kills people for a living and he acts as if he doesn't care! What's wrong is that my parents tried to kill me and now they're all lovey-dovey and caring and I don't know who to trust anymore. What's wrong is that Grant was now trying to get me to kill people with him, and he had no right to do that.

"Drop. Dead." I spat. Grant looked surprised.
"Bex. Listen to me. You're not thinking clearly. Just give me one of your syringes, and I can make you better, okay?" He said, slowly moving towards me.
"Oh, you would just love that, wouldn't you?" I sneered. "Well, I'm finally thinking clearly for the first time. You are a murderer. And I don't really like you anymore, which is a shame cause you're a good kisser. But that doesn't matter. Because you would just say anything to get me to do anything. Like telling me Sara is evil just to get me to kill her. Well screw you."
This was like being drunk- I didn't care what I did, but I was thinking clearly. I was thinking more clearly than I had in months.

I dropped one of the syringes on the floor and crushed it with my boot. "And you." I whirled round to face my parents. "You tried to kill me. And you didn't even apologise. You're crap parents. And you don't deserved being saved. So screw you too." I took the second syringe and crushed it underneath my foot.

"Bex, please. This isn't good. We need to get you to another antidote." Grant said. "Come on. You can trust me. I'm not going to hurt you."
I stopped suddenly, and glared at him. "No that's the thing, Grant. You are going to hurt me. So I'm just going to have to kill you before you can do that."
Then I lunged.