Hey guys sorry for the extremely long wait and for those of you who are still reading this I thanksyou. The truth is I have lost inspiration for fan fiction all together, I have not read or written in months. But I found this chapter on my computer and figured why not post it, and I think if I try I can finish this story, I will have a poll up on whether or not I should finish it because if people aren't interested I wont. But if I cannot find the inspiration to finish is I will give it way, but if I do I will keep an eye on it to make sure it doesn't become one of the stereotypical fan fictions were Zach and Cammie fall madly in love and the COC comes into play and things get complicated and so on and so forth because that is one of the reason I stopped reading fanfics and I would hate this story to become boring and dumb like the other, so after the extremely long wait I give you chapter 25
Neither of us had said anything yet and it was just getting more awkward. I needed to know what was happening; it wasn't something I could ignore.
"So how bad of a person do you think I am" Grant said finally not looking into my eyes.
"What are you talking about I don't think you're a bad person. I just want to know what that guy was talking about yesterday." I said truthfully
"You mean you didn't catch onto what he said?" I didn't say anything in return. "When I first came to this school I didn't know about dad or Joe, I never looked into who my real family was. They gave me an option I could either find out who my real family was or I could leave the school. Obviously I didn't want to leave the school and I wanted to find out who my family was so that's what I chose, but every day I wish I had chosen to leave the school. What they didn't tell me about finding out about you guys was that they wouldn't just give me the information. They brought me to the same room I was in yesterday and they strapped me to the chair and tortured me before they would tell me. Every hour they would stop and ask me if I still wanted to stay and I said yes. After a couple hours they started to tell me about you guys, but they didn't stop with the torture. But that wasn't all they were doing, they started to tell me stuff that kind of stuck. They said that I was useless and weak, that I could never be a real assassin and that I was a disappointment to my family. It went on like that for a couple days and by the end of it I was like a robot, they had done most of my training in that time. I showed no emotion, I was the best fighter in the school; the best shooter; the best everything now that I think of it and it was only my first year I was 10 years old. I couldn't stop what they said in those couple of days was always on my mind, always telling me to keep going to never stop." He finished.
He still had no emotion on his face even after telling me all that. I couldn't believe what he was telling me. I knew that the spy/assassin world was cruel sometimes but not that cruel. He was only 10 years old when he was first tortured; he was 10 years old when his innocence was taken away. Then he started to speak again.
"What he pretty much said was that they are going to do the same thing to you at one point. Make it so that we are the most feared, strongest, smartest people in the school. Or well because of how high I'm ranked now the world. If they ever tell you to go with them alone Cam don't do it don't listen to anything they say. Always stay with somebody whether it's me, Zach, Jonas, hell for all I care it would be Ryan (The kid Cammie and Zach first got in a fight with), just don't go anywhere alone, ok? I don't want what happened to me happen to you." He was now kneeling in front of where I was sitting; looking in my eyes. I just nodded my head; I could talk and even if I did I wouldn't know what to say. "Come on let's get to breakfast, just let me change like I said I would." He said getting up and walking to his half of the room.
While he was changing I was still sitting down trying to process everything. When he was done we walked down to the cafeteria not saying a word. Breakfast went like it usually does. We eat people are still scared of me from my fight with Ryan so they all stop and stare when I get up and get out of my way when I walk in the direction of them. The only thing different was the atmosphere around the table was weird. Zach and Jonas must have known what we talked about because they kept the conversation light and away from the topic, but Grant and I weren't really totally in it.