This is a little bit of a twist, well I think it is, so I hope you like it since it isn't really what the last chapter implied would happen. Enjoy…
Cammie POV:
I lay still and lifeless taking the leather whips as I got them feeling them pierce their way through my thin skin that clung onto my bones showing them through the change of clothes I have been given since my once beautiful dress literally became strips of silk falling off of me from the knifes, whips and other 'toys'. The man whipping me grunted like a tennis player every time he used all of his power to use all of the force he physically could manager, I however lay silent wincing the slightest every now and then as they created new wounds as well as opening up old ones.
The man that was doing this was tall and muscly with slightly tanned skin and bushy brown locks that fell into his eyes; I know what you are thinking. This dude is hot. Well you couldn't be more wrong that is just the simple description of this man. He was tall, very tall to be honest the sort of man that would make anyone seem threated the way he towered over everything, even the other guards. His muscles clearly weren't 100% natural he was pumped heavily with steroids and his 'bushy brown locks' were caked in sweat and fell into his dark empty looking eyes that didn't portray any sign of remorse and he pelted the leather into my skin. His face was completely unreadable there wasn't a scrap of emotion, nada. He had a deep scar starting from the end of his hair line and traveling from the left side of his face straight across to the other side mirroring the start position with the end one.
The clothes I had been given were a pair of blood stained leggings that were two sizes too big as they were baggy around my waist and thighs and I was given a tight two sizes too small white shirt that was covered in blood stains also. But I couldn't care less, I was past caring. Every moment I spent strapped to the metal chair, I have been transferred from the stone to a chair, my ankles clamped into position and my wrists also I was practically a toy to them.
My hair hung by the side of my face and every fibre of my being didn't bellow in pain and my skin has been getting paler and paler as the days go on, I am unaware of how long I have been in here as the other day I passed out the pain was so traumatic. I could have been in here for four days? A week? Two? I guess I will never know exactly but I just take it except that this may actually be the end.
Catherine comes in everyday asking the same tedious question, "What are the names?" She knows I shall never let them slip through my lips as she just begins torturing me thinking soon I will crack. But oh how wrong she is, the Gallagher training must have gotten a lot tougher since she was one as we are trained from day one to never crack under pressure. Never give away any information that could hurt more than it was protecting, this information would hurt every single person in the spy world as it would tear apart the entire CIA. SO I keep my mouth zipped shut.
The man has now left me so I am stuck sitting here waiting until something else happens I have searched this whole room with my eyes but the lighting is just too dim to determine if there is any way out, and even if I could I couldn't possible get out of these straps. I am just going to have to sit and wait, wait until I see a glimmer of hope and the minute I see that this place won't know what hit them.
I was in a light slumber as I felt a small prick on my neck and I opened my eyes up to see someone inserting an injection into my neck but before I could out up a fight I saw Catherine standing her arms across her chest her hip cocked staring at me almost laughing at me. Then the world turned black and my body became limp. I had been drugged, again.
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When I woke up my body was stiff and my head throbbed like someone was repeatedly smacking it was a baseball bat but I managed to must up the power to open my heavy eyes lids to see I was in the back of a truck. My body was bouncing around with the movement of the vehicle and I felt as we drove over some pot holes. I then looked at my body to see I wasn't tied up, my whole body however was covered in cuts and buns and dents in my skin. My wrists and ankles were bruised and swollen from the metal cuffs that strapped me to the uncomfortable metal chair that I was sat in for God know how long.
Hurrying to my feet to look for an escape my hair that was covered in blood and sweat fell in front of my face and I grabbed an elastic band that was lying on the floor and stuffed my hair into a ball in my fist and wrapped the band around it. The truck was filled with crates of beer and liquors, there was also a small pen knife lying on top on one of them so I tucked in down my bra strap on my back.
All my lives worth of spy training had kicked into overdrive as I scanned the area for any potential threats realising the back of the truck was completely unarmed and there was no possible signs of anyone realising I had awoken from my forced slumber. So as I made my way around the area I opened up one of the crates to see it was filled sky high with tequila so I grabbed a bottle and poured out the contents onto the floor and watched as the clear toxic liquid ran down the truck towards the back of the van and left through the barely visible crack at the bottom of the door.
Lightly I smashed the bottle against the ground so sharp shards of glass surrounded me and the bottle I was holding now turned into an eleven spiked weapon covered in alcohol, ready to cause a lot of damage when in the right hands. The van suddenly came to an erupt stop and the crates smashed off of the door and I fell to the floor in a thump behind a crate and within a matter of seconds the doors slide upwards and the dark night sky poured into my vision as the millions of stars winked down to me.
A shorter man, with just as bulging muscles, came to the entrance and his head turned left and right as he looked for me seeing I was no longer lying on the scratchy sand bag they left me on confusion washed across his face. So he heaved his body up into the van and I got up from my butt and changed my body into a crouching position as I steadied my breathing and didn't make a noise as I watched through the crack in the crates as the man who stepped further into the van. Closer to me.
His fingers flinched across the hand gun strapped to his waist and his eyes look quizzical as they scanned the area ready for anything, adrenaline coursed through my veins making the pain I had been feeling all night disappear as I pushed it to the back of my mind my only aim to get out of the van before he catches me. As he came closer to me ever so slowly I then got ready to pounce, literally, just as I saw his toe inch past the crate I grabbed his ankle pulling it forward making him smash onto his back on the floor.
Pointing to bottle at his chest I stood over him and at first fear crossed his face then he saw my physical state and he realised the ball was probably in his court. Before I saw what he was doing his had collided his heavily booted foot with my gut sending me flying across the room my back banging against the head wall of the van. Steadily he made his way to his feet as I did too both of us watching every move the other did, I looked for every weakness of his and saw he had a small limp on his right leg where the knee looked as though it was slightly bent inwards.
Unfortunately every inch of my body was my weak spot my body was no longer pumping with adrenaline so I felt pain with every breath; I was defiantly not going down without a fight though. Without a second though I ran towards him wrapping my arms around his waist and pulled him to the ground and grabbed a loose bottle that was filled with Sambuca and whacked it against his head in full force my entire arm screaming in pain throughout the process. The toxic substance inside of the clear glass bottle covered the man's head matting the hair to his scalp along with some blood that ran down the strands of hair mixing in with the alcohol.
Even though I hated doing the next thing, it sickens me to even write this but I couldn't think of any other way to get out of this and it sure wouldn't be the last time in this line of work I would be doing this and the man would have committed this crime multiple times before hand. Therefore washing these thoughts away I grabbed the neck of the 'homemade' weapon I made out of the smashed bottle I stabbed the eleven sharp knives like points into his shoulder, some of them going into his neck. Then all of them inserting straight into some very serious main veins and with a matter of seconds he was in a confused trance and he began taking his last breaths.
I can't believe it I just killed a man.
I wanted to throw up as his warm blood cascades across my pale skin making the blood stand out even more and the toe nail shaped moon glowed down onto the blood making it twinkle like a pretty sparkly thing, only it wasn't. It was another human's blood and it was all over my hands and it soaked into his dark shirt and covered his neck. I felt disgusted with my own powers of what I had become, you don't have to train to be an assassin, like Zach, to kill you just have to be trained to do it so no one realises it was you. Anyone can kill I felt repulsed to be in my own skin.
My blood ran cold as I looked down at the man whose skin was becoming icily white as the seconds passed by; his once pink lips had turned a pale blue colour in a matter of seconds. His eyes that were before filled with life and a sparkle of well… evil, boy at least something was there. I caused all of that had drained and they were lifeless and blurry no longer being able to look into his eyes I had to place my fingers on his lids and pull them across his eye balls making them vanish.
Getting my body off of his cold one I then took his gun that was still fully loaded and stuffed in up my leggings of my left leg and jumped out of the van and ran into the shadows. I heard the pounding feet against the dusty sands of the desert that we were currently situated in behind me but I may not have had the physical ability to be faster than them at the moment- but I was the Chameleon.
Therefore I did what I did best and I became a shadow and disappeared into the shadows becoming at one with them as the Circle agents looked around dumfounded at my whereabouts. I then smiled sadly at them and ran into what my spy instincts told me was south.
Please review I hope this chapter is okay, it may not make that much sense since I am writing it when I should be asleep with a huge back of maltesers and three cans of energy drink next time me to get me through it!
So yeh I hope this was action-y enough for you, yes 'action-y' is a real word it is in my person dictionary but the next chapter should hopefully be more action packed!