Did ya miss me? Being on hiatus isn't fun, even for the author! And, just like with Catching Fire, who saw the City of Bones?!

Have fun reading, and it's nice to be back in business!

-RMS

The boy in the bed slowly blinked the one eye that wasn't swollen shut, moving his head side to side, only to notice Cammie standing at the edge of his bed.

The lighting in the infirmary caused by the slow descent of the sun caused shadows to move along her face; reds, oranges, yellows and golds lit up her form, the darkness bathing the other side of her frame, drowning the right side of her body in shadows, giving her an ethereal look.

The only thing standing out were the brightness of her glaring eyes, putting every effort into making him uncomfortable.

And did it work.

She then spoke, her voice not matching her eyes, but rather her form; swirling with color and emotion.

"Why? That is all I have to ask you. Why would you call your brother such a heinous word?"

The boy casted his brown eyes towards the girl, only to be met with merciless orbs and was forced to look away.

"I will not repeat myself, especially to you, Brant."

The black, blue and purple disfigured boy, Brant, flinched from her words, as though they caused him even more pain.

"I... I...," Brant lost it, he couldn't stand her looking at him like that, which made Cammie even more disgusted, as she hasn't even done anything to him and he already broke down, "I just wanted him to feel pain too! And plus, wasn't I right? He is a-"

The sound of skin against skin drowned out what the boy was going to say.

Cammie had slapped him, hard enough for his head to whip back and a red hand print to cover half of his face.

She hissed out, "That gives you no right to say that. You are a pathetic little boy who can't hold his own. We don't need people like you in this business."

Brant laughed, thinking that no matter how angry she got, like that could actually happen. "Please, you may," he stretched out the one word, putting on emphasis that he still didn't believe her, "have some say, but I doubt that that would happen."

Cammie knew that she could and would kick him out of Gallagher, Blackthorne and the C.I.A. process to be a spy, giving him a civilian status, and would have told him this as well.

But she decided to not waste her time any longer, and pinched a nerve in his foot to make him go under again.

He shall realize that she does have power when both Heads will be there to tell him that he will be discharged; that if need be, will be forced to drink the tea.

Cammie had more questions, but these were for another boy, one right down at the other end of the room, also different colors.

Except he was awake during the time Cammie had been there, his own injuries not enough to put him out.

Cammie, after walking down to his own bed, cocked an eyebrow at him. A silent question was asked.

I know why he's like this, but why you?

The young man just sighed and gave his reason.

Cammie nodded, as she most likely would have done the same thing and left the beaten Blackthorne student to his thoughts.

She replayed what the boy had said over and over in her mind as she walked to the P&E barn.

Two of my brothers were fighting, I had to step in.

As Cammie punched and kicked the bag to let out her anger and frustration; she realized that she too was wrong.

That in that group there was someone like Aaron but someone like Brant, can't there be one that was both?

Maybe I should have stopped and observed just a little bit longer.

...Zachary, you are quite indeed, different. Let's just hope it works out best for all of us.