The third installment of my take on Cammy's life. You probably should read "The Real Life Cammy" and "Life Shall Come" before reading this, if you haven't already. All Capcom's character's belong to them, not me. Please, good or bad, tell me what you think, it's the only way I'll get any better. And enjoy!
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A harsh buzzing sound broke its way into the soft, dreamy darkness Cammy had enveloped herself in. With lightning speed, she rolled over and clicked the 'snooze' button before the buzz could impede her sleep anymore than it already had. A short while later, nine minutes to be exact, the buzz once again broke through her sleep. This time her eyes snapped open. She had trained her mind to only allow her one 'snooze'. Of course she had also set her alarm clock nine minutes earlier to allow the 'snooze'. She was a sleep-aholic and knew it. Since she was living alone and working she had to make sure she woke up. It wouldn't be unusual for her to sleep through an entire day.
Cammy pushed her kitten out of the way and rolled from the bed. The dark grey kitten, Nikita, just flopped over to her other side resumed sleeping. She smiled and ran her hand down Nikita's fuzzy side.
"Lucky little bastard."
Heading towards the bathroom, Cammy yawned and stretched her body, popping various joints as she did so. Her body hadn't changed much since she was 16 years old. It was eternally that of a very muscular teenage girl. She had known she would be a small woman all her life, but this wasn't quite what she had expected. Looking in the bathroom mirror as she brushed her teeth, she observed herself. Her face had changed. The naivety wasn't there. She beamed confidence which she had to accredit to the help of her family. Over the past five years she had grown so much mentally. Now at 23 she was as sure of herself as ever. Though Guile, her surrogate father and Dad's best friend in life, had ensured she got a job at the Air Force base as a secretary, deep down she knew she could have gotten on her own. It wasn't the greatest job, but it was work and it kept her close to Wagner and Guile. She had lunch with Wagner, her in everyway but blood brother, everyday, weather they were upset with each other or not. It still happened, their fighting, and it was as vicious as ever. But they both knew what they had in each other, and made sure to not let petty things ruin it.
After her shower she pulled her hair into two, French braided pigtails and then pulled the length of the braids into a bun at the nape of her neck. Her pigtails weren't exactly office attire. She dressed in a conservative blouse and skirt and headed into the kitchen. She pulled a bag of cat food out and shook it. Before the third shake, Nikita came running from the bedroom and into the kitchen. She rubbed on Cammy's bare calf and gave her first, squeaky meow of the day before she started devouring the food. Cammy snuck out of the apartment and locked the door behind her. The sun shone on her face. It was going to be just another normal day in her normal life. That was the way she liked it. She had her family, a job, even a little kitten. But she didn't know that it all was about to come crumbling down around her. That old enemies die hard, and can be just as relentless as she once was with getting revenge.