Music pulsed through the air as Cammy walked down the hall slowly and carefully. She was dreading the inevitable encounter with Wagner's friends, Wagner's friend's friends, and their friend's friend's friends. So far no one had made it to the back part of the home where she was at, but she knew it was only a matter of time before they spread. Cammy placed her hand on the wall, getting her self geared up to enter into Wagner's party environment. Now she could feel as well has hear the heavy rock music blaring throughout the house. The subtle vibration of the wall calmed her a little. She wasn't good with crowds, but it wasn't like she could hide away all night. God knew that it was a way better idea to come to the party than if Wagner brought it to her. She took a deep breath and stepped into the living room. Luckily she saw Wagner right away. There was so many people she wasn't sure if she would have been able to find him. He was sitting on the back of the couch. He spotted her, smiled and motioned for her to come over. She smiled back and headed his way. Wagner introduced her to the group he was sitting with.

"This is Cammy."

His voice was slurred a little, maybe he wasn't good in crowds either. But he didn't show it. One of the boys in the group spoke above the others who either smiled, nodded or uttered a small 'hi.'.

"Why didn't you tell me your sister was so hot?"

"I'm not his sister."

Wagner slapped her on the shoulder an laughed.

"She's always joking like that. Trying to get a rise out of me."

Wagner gave her a nasty look. This was why Cammy hated crowds. She didn't really know what to say anymore. Her life here was a lie and she had always been brutally honest before. Thankfully Wagner had been quick enough to cover it up. She laughed with the others as a conversation about siblings began. After a few minutes Cammy headed for the kitchen, she had to get away from the noise. It was almost full now too, but with a different crowd of people. Two guys were lifting what looked to be a keg of beer into the sink and surrounding it with ice. Cammy freaked out. She immediately went back to Wagner, pushing into people as she made her way.

"Wagner! We need to talk."

"Can't this--"

She practically pulled him from the couch and into the hall. Wagner looked upset to be pulled from his friends like that.

"What the hell Cammy?"

"There are guys bringing beer into the house. I just saw them setting up a keg."

"And…?"

"What?"

"It is a party Cammy. What did you expect?"

"Not that."

"Well you'll just have to deal with it. There's nothing I can do now."

"Just don't let anyone drink."

"Oh that'll go real well I'm sure."

"Wagner we can't do this. Guile would freak."

"Remember? He's not here."

Cammy sighed heavily.

"It's not right."

Wagner raised his voice then.

"What's your problem? Do you want to be anti-social forever? Is that it?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Not even five minutes into the party and you're ready to go and kick everyone out because of a little beer."

"It's more than a little beer Wagner."

"Were you really that sheltered? You haven't ever drunk have you?"

"No. Does that make me bad? Because I was under the opposite impression."
Wagner started laughing.

"Well hell. That means you need the first beer."

"Why is this funny to you?"

"Cammy, you just need to loosen up and have a good time for the first time."

"I didn't think you were like this. I mean, I knew you skipped school and things like that. But this is stuff you could really get in trouble for."

"What would they do to me? I'll tell you what…a slap on the wrist, that's it."

Cammy looked into Wagner's dark blue eyes. They seemed unfocused.

"You've already been drinking haven't you?"

"So what? You want a cookie or something for figuring it out?"

"Why?"

"Why? You want to know why? Maybe I want my old life back. Maybe I want to be normal again. Maybe I'm just tired of all this bullshit."

"You're going about it the wrong way."

"The wrong way? And what would the right way be? Are your dramatic scenes and suicide attempts the right way?"

Cammy looked at Wagner, astonished and hurt

"Fuck you Wagner."

She turned and started walking away. Wagner yelled back at her, swinging his arm into thin air violently to add authority to his statement.

"Yeah, fuck you too Cammy!"

The two stormed off in opposite directions. No one had heard their fight, the music was too loud she was sure. She went into Guile's room and shut the door behind her. It was a little disheveled. He had only had a few minutes to pack up his things for the weekend trip. Some drawers were still open, his bed was covered in clothes and his closet was open. Not like Guile to be so messy but he was in a hurry. Cammy smiled thinking about how he was probably worrying about it right now. That was a big difference between him and her, she was so messy. There was just always something better to do than clean. Cammy moved a pile of clothes aside and laid down on Guile's bed. It felt good to be away from the party. But she could hear voices rising above the music believe it or not. More people had probably arrived. Cammy rolled over and looked into Guile's closet. From the bed she could see a small box on the highest shelf. She didn't think they had been here long enough to have stuff in storage. It was more than likely some pictures or something. After a few moments Cammy couldn't help herself and climbed into the closet to get the box. She brought it to the bed and set it down next to her before tearing the packing tape from the lid. It had been shipped from London, on the day they left. Which meant it was something Guile deliberately packed. Cammy opened the lid and revealed the contents. On top she saw green fabric. She picked it up and unfolded it. It was a bathing suit of sorts, more like a workout suit. The fabric felt tough. She turned it to the front and saw a red symbol on the right. Shadowlaw's symbol. Next she pulled out two elbow length fighting gloves. They were only made of the same tough fabric, but sewn into the gloves like the boning in a corset was metal rods. She slipped one onto her left arm. Perfect fit. No way was she going to try and slip into the green suit. But she knew it would fit as well. Cammy pulled out three video tapes from the box. These things were all it had held. Cammy removed the glove and put one of the videos into the VCR built into Guile's TV. It was an amateur video. But before the events on the tape began to unfold she knew what it was. It was a video from the day she murdered Robert Sellers. She recognized the crowd, the surrounding buildings. Everything. Cammy stopped the tape before she entered the picture. That had played out in her mind too many times already. She put in the second tape. It was black and white with the screen split into quarters. She saw herself and Ken enter the hall in one of the quarters and saw her father in one of the others. Seeing Ken made her heart ache. She remembered him bringing her there to see her dad when Guile wouldn't allow her too. She smiled remembering the last thing she said to Ken before everything changed. It was 'I love you.'. Cammy didn't let herself tear up as she watched her and her dad together on the tape. Then came the inevitable. She knew it was coming, hell she had lived it. But somewhere deep in her heart she was hoping that it would change. That she would just stay there talking to her dad. But she saw him then. Vega. This was her only memory of him. But it was enough to hate him with all her soul. She watched in silence, herself watch as her dad was killed before her eyes. Cammy stopped the tape and held her arms across her stomach. She wasn't sure if she wanted to view the last tape, but before she knew it she was pushing play again. Another video of her. She was in the green number, but she couldn't tell if she had the gloves on because her hands were behind her back, like in handcuffs or something. She figured it was an interrogation or something. She sure as hell didn't remember it. Then Guile entered the small room she was in. This tape had no sound either. He was speaking to her and she was responding. Apparently Guile didn't like his answers. He eventually leaned his head in for her to whisper something into his ear and she nearly screamed as she watched herself run her tongue across Guile's cheek and ear. Guile nearly fell backwards. And she was laughing at him. Why couldn't she remember doing this? Two other men entered the room but almost as soon as they came in she was out of the restraints and beating the hell out of them. She picked up the chair and was about to bang it against the glass in the room when shattered glass flew with her body, to the ground. Guile jumped through where the glass had been and cradled her body. Then the tape cut off. Cammy stood in front of the TV with her mouth literally hanging open. She touched down her leg and felt the small scar on it. From where she was shot. That was it. In this video she wasn't herself. She had been that other person. Guile had this videotape, this information all along and hadn't told her. All this soul searching, all the traumatic memories coming to her at any given time. This memory could have led her somewhere, and Guile had kept it to himself. Worst of all she wasn't a robot, a machine like she had previously believed. She was a monster. Cammy quickly returned the tapes, gloves and suit back into the box and threw it back into Guile's closet. She fled from his room and into the hall, which was now full of people. She was pushing through people, trying to get out of the crowd. She made it to the kitchen, which was just as full. She was trying to look normal, not frantic. Wagner was right. He was absolutely right. This was all such bullshit. Nothing in her past mattered. She needed to forget everything and just have a good time. She deserved it. It was over now and she just needed to forget it ever happened. Cammy then grabbed a plastic cup and was about to fill it to the brim with beer from the keg when she saw a bottle of vodka on the counter. She dropped the cup and grabbed the bottle while mumbling under her breath.

"Forget everything. Wash it all away."