Chapter Six

"This ends tonight!" Amy shouted angrily from her new hotel room.

"Tonight? are you sure? Are you prepared?"

"Prepared, no. Sure, definatly. It's been just over a week and I'm sick of it. I'm going to prove to that bitch once and for all that you don't mess with Gerildean Knight and get away with it."

The caller sighed. "If your sure then you'll know I'll help."

Amy smiled. "Good, here's what I need you to do...."

Camilla trudged up the dark, cold streets. She could still see the fire from the car every time she shut her eyes. Amy had gone too far, she was going to find her, Camilla was ready for it to end, she'd pushed her too far. Angrily Camilla kicked a can across the street, it looked as if she'd be sleeping in a shop doorway, the few dollars she had with her wouldn't be enough for a cheap hotel room. The thought of havng to sleep rough reminded her of the days when she first went on the run. Days when her thoughts were constantly of her family. Those thoughts quickly manifested to who was then geri and how she was going to get revenge. It had been a long time since she'd actually thought of her parents. Her dad Benjamin had been an FBI agent before her, and a damn good one. Her mom Mia was a housemaker and wanted Camilla to be the typical little girl. ballet, cooking, dolls. Camilla did do ballet for years, but it evolved into gymnastics then more physical sports. Mia never really approved, but she encouraged Camilla in whatever she did. Camilla's eyes began filling up thinking about her family. She read in the newspaper a year ago that her dad had died. When Camilla reailsed she couldn't actually go to the funeral, send flowers or comfort her mom in anyway she stepped up her campaign to find Amy, to get revenge. Not just for her anymore, but for her dad too. Her flurry of thought was interuputted by someone tapping her shoulder. She turned to the person. They were wearing a black balaclarva and punched her in the nose. She held her nose and staggered backwards. The masked figure grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a nearby alleyway. They threw her to the cold floor but she instantly jumped up. The figure stared at her, observing closely the stance she'd taken.

"Your not the average everyday, run of the mill mugger are you?" she asked.

The person shook it's head.

"Well if you want me, come and get me."

The person charge at Camilla and she swiftly doged out of the way allowing them to crash into a bin. She grabbed the back of their jacket and pulled them up. They turned around and kneed her in the gut. Gasphing for breath, Camilla doubled over. The person brought their knee crashing into her face and she fell backwards. Everything went hazy and she felt sick. Telling herself she had to get up, Camilla slowly staggered upwards. The person was simply standing in front of her, enjoying watching her struggle.

"Your going easy on me." Camilla taunted taking wheezy breaths.

The person charged forewards again, but this time Camilla jabbed them in the face twice and racked their eyes. They fell back into the bin and Camilla slowly walked over.

"Come on, your not putting up much of a fight." she said.

Quickly the person turned around and hit her hard in the head with a brick. Camilla fell to the floor in a heap. The person dropped the brick.

"Neither are you." they taunted before picking her up and carrying her out of the dark alleyway.