Liz's Take: Three Months Later:

"NO!" She screamed and it seemed more like a bellow. A cry or despair maybe—of everything that was happening, of all the fears and the pain. I remember how she taught me how to fight, stood by me in all her glory and her might. I remember wondering who the girl with the black hair really was. I remember asking myself why her eyes changed when she was alone.

I remember wondering once, in mere curiosity, why she looked like she held the weight of the world on her shoulders.

And now I see her fighting for everyone else's life and I have the answer.

Cammies' anguished screamed tore through the night once more, while she saved the world from breaking.

It was more like the calm before the storm. It had that certain feel to it. That invisible warning sign that alerted you to run to the nearest underground safe house because that's the only chance you have against the oncoming fierce tornado.

I've learned to detect the calms. If you realize them at the last second, it could be fatal. As spies, we were taught to take down the threat before it became fatal. If it's fatal, there's no going back. It was either facing it head on or running the other way as fast as possible. The latter wasn't known to the spy community. There was usually no fight or flight. Nowadays it was just fight because that was the only choice we were given.

So that's how I ended up fighting Rebecca Baxter later today.

It started when Liz came up to me at lunch. She was bursting rainbows and unicorns like a buzzing fairy. Her dainty hand pulled out a gray chair and sat on it, facing me with her grin that became creepy as she held on it for seconds going on minute.

I hardly spared her a glance before I went back to eating my food. The cafeteria food was always delicious and I normally couldn't take a breath until I gulped all the food down. But then she spoke: "We're going to town today. Do you wanna come?"

With Liz, it was easy. She gave you room to disappoint her, to crush her dreams and hopes. She gave you room to say no. I think that's why I said yes.

Her face lit up and I asked myself why she seemed so fond of me. I did nothing for her, did I? She told me when we were leaving and I zoned out when she planed later details about where we would go. Then she mentioned other people were going too and I had to say no. So I did—almost. The look on her face wouldn't be worth it. She was too pure and I didn't want to be the one who corrupted her, as weird and irrelevant as that sounds. She was Liz and I didn't want to turn her into Elizabeth. It would happen eventually. It was a gut feeling and I normally couldn't ignore those.

That wasn't when Bex arrived and that wasn't when we fought. We're getting to that, no matter how much I don't want to.

Things are meant to be told, just like broken things are meant to be fixed.

I was at the mall with Liz and her friends.

Meaning: I was aimlessly walking behind a group of teenage females and males while I contemplated the rules of the universe—until Zachary turned around to face me. When Zachary Goode turns around to face someone, everyone turns around to face that someone.

"What're you doing?"

"I'm contemplating the rules of the universe. The mall seemed like a good place for things like that."

There was no sarcasm in the statement. Try as you might, but you will not find any. My words were as true as the stars.

Zachary Goode looked to be contemplating what I said which blew me off course a little. What didn't throw me off course was Bex's unladylike snort. Normality is nice.

I'm not ashamed to say I hid in the bookstore. It's all around better than hiding in the restroom and the books were nice comfort. It's satisfying to know that people are going through the same sort of thing I'm going through, even though those people are fictional.

But then, I wasn't the only one who liked bookstores. Soon after, Liz came barreling through the two person space between the book-case shelves.

"I've been looking for you!" she cried. "It's time to leave."

I nodded and slid the book I was reading the summary of between two other Sci-Fi books. I left the bookstore with Liz chattering in my ear about the great day she had. We crossed civilians and colorful stores with pop music playing through the speakers. Liz was carrying a few bags from various stores that held me no interest. Without her detecting the calm, her great day turned into the storm fast.

xXNothing But The TruthXx

We left via alleyway. The sun was setting and there were only a few rays of light left piercing the sky. We came in a limo to complete our 'Stuck-up rich kid' looks and are also leaving in the attention-getting sharp white blasted limo.

I've past the calm of the storm, blindly denying it and I realize it now. A little too late, a little too fatal. People in black drop from the sky, like an action movie, and arm themselves, getting ready to charge. I do a quick scan the situation.

5 people

3 men

2 women

All armed with guns and knives

No way knowing who they are so no way to know the alternative reason of this attack

Their intent is to harm us as a warning of some sort

4 brown eyes, one piercing blue pair of eyes

The fight begins.

I fought.

But we were out strengthened.

I fought.

And that was the only thing I could do at the time.

I fought.

But that didn't stop them from shooting.

I fought.

Until I managed to kill them all.

Bex and I fought in the parking lot of the hospital.

Liz was shot. As were three others.

I know where Bex was coming from.

When assassins in black drop down from the sky and the person people thought didn't even know how to punch properly kills them all without a gun of her own, people get suspicious and things fracture.

It was a fight that almost ended us both in the hospital ourselves. A careless fight—abusing each other verbally, physically, and trying to mend the scar of mental abuse the assassins cast on us.

I wouldn't be as unnerved as I was if the assassin with the piercing blue eyes didn't croak my name when I was choking her to death. I wouldn't be so unnerved if she figured out my name by someone calling me with it.

I wouldn't be so unnerved if she called me Cameron Carter instead of Cameron Morgan.

A/N

I finished the Fault in out Stars, Allegiant, United we spy, and The House of hades in the past month so I decided to give you less than 1% of what I'm feeling through this chapter.

Random Fact: I hate trying out new stuff alone.

Sorry for any forgotten grammar mistakes. BTW: i've changed my user name to 'It Was Different Then' but I will still be ending my chapter with:

_May