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cammies pov

I was in the woods, knives in hand. I had set up the targets in a circle around me. I took a deep breath and tied the black cloth in my head over my eyes. It blinded me. Took away my sight, challenging me. I liked challenges. I took a knife and launched it, I repeated this till all my knives were gone. I removed my blindfold. My expert eyes scanned over the targets, seeing each knife directly on bullseye.

I sighed. This might seem cool to you, being perfect, but to me being perfect at this sucks. I never wanted to learn this. I was forced to. I was forced to become a killer, and the sad thing was sometimes instincts kicked in and I was exactly like what they planned. A puppet, an emotionless killer. Someone who doesn't care, that doesn't let the emotion cloud their judgement. Someone that is dangerous, even when they are unarmed. Someone that could snap your neck in the blink of an eye. An assassin.

That's what I am, an assassin. I'm trained. I'm perfect. I'm a killer. I'm deadly. I'm dead on the inside. No love, no nothing. I'm empty. There's no positive way to say it. No glass half full. No. I'm empty.

I had practiced for a good hour before packing up the targets and slipping a knife up my sleeve and in my boot. I turned to leave when I heard a rustle. I didn't tense, acting like I didn't hear anything, then my hand flick out lightning quick and my knife landed on a tree trunk a centimeter away from Catherine Goode's head.

"Ah," she cooed, "I see you haven't lost your touch, Cameron."

I stayed silent.

"You were always the best at the knife," she continued, "although you did excell at everything. You truly are a good little assassin."

That hit me hard.

"What do you want, Catherine?" I said, my face stoic, collected, emotionless.

"Why, Cameron," she said, "you of course. We miss you. I miss playing with my little puppet."

Those words sent a shiver down my spine.

"You can't have me."

"Well, dear, we'll just have to see about that."

I scoffed.

"I won't take you now. No, I much rather wait till the paranoia take you over. You won't put up much of a fight then. You won't take as many of my people down with you, less casualties that way. I will come back though, just you wait. If you somehow are still your perfect self then I might just have to take on of your little buddies. Preston, was it? Or Ms. Sutton?"

"Stay away from them," I growled.

"Hmm," she hummed, "we'll have to wait and see. See you soon Cameron. Here's a reminder of my love."

She let a piece of perfectly white paper drift to the forest floor. She turned and left heading out of sight.

I picked up the note.

Cameron,

I will gladly kill all your friends and family.

Come willingly, when the time comes, and they will be spared.

In reminder of my love,

Catherine Goode.

It took all my will not to turn and sprint away from the school. I don't want them hurt. My friends. Anyone. Bex. Zach. All of them. But I knew that running away would hurt them more, so I turned and set of at a sprint to the school.

To avoid the stares of the students, I snuck in through a passageway. I was in the tunnel that led directly to my room, standing in front of the entrance, when I heard the voices.

"Where the hell is she?" Preston said. I could imagine him pacing the room, his hands running through his hair.

"I'm sure she'll come back." That was Macey. Her voice was thick, she had been crying.

A sob sounded.

"I can't believe I didn't notice that she was tortured. I'm such an awful person." Macey again she was crying.

I knew that when I walked in there that I would forgive her. She understood, she was my best friend and I couldn't stay away from her. I missed her. I slid the door open silently. Joe and my mom were in there whispering, they all looked deep in thought, probably ready to try and find me. I threw the note at the far wall, followed by a knife. It landed perfectly in the center of the wall, effectively pinning the note to the wall.

"We have a problem," I said stepping fully into the light, everyone's eyes snapping up to my eyes that were cold, hard and ready for revenge.

wow.

okay.

i'd just like to say sorry. and please don't kill me for not updating.

school has been a pain in my ass. take my advice never ever join high school band. the band directors live to torture you.

so this was mostly a filler. a little drama. and AHHH catherine was there. *gulpsinfear*

what will happen?

i swear i'll try to add some bonding and cammie in the next chapter. it will be slow cammie process. and o have to say this... y'all teen pregnancy is not romantic. it's awful. i'm not saying that it doesn't happen, but i'm not gonna write it so... sorry? but like i'm uncomfortable with characters having kids in the story anyways and being pregnant will not help cammies badass image. cool? cool.

please comment and all that other stuff.

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