Author's note: I realize that because of the fourth Gallagher book we know that Blackthorne is actually a school for killers! Well, when I started writing this, it was different. So I needed to do some changing…
Chapter Three
Have you ever seen boys that seriously needed a shave? I mean seriously. The boys that were flooding the passage were all about Zach's age, but unlike Zach, a large majority of them had ugly mustaches or starts of them at least. They were so proud of the hair on their faces they probably didn't realize how ridiculous they looked.
"Zach, I'm not supposed to be here, they're going to kill me."
"They know you."
"Then why do they have guns?" I waited for him to answer, he didn't "Zach?"
"Mr. Soloman."
I felt a wave of relief flow over me, followed by complete shock. Then, all that I felt was anger. Anger at the Circle, anger at the boys, and anger at Zach for bringing me here.
I grabbed one of the boys arms – blinded by my rage – and twisted it around flinging him over my head and into a wall. Another boy who I could tell was wearing a comm's unit charged at me. He pulled his fist back to smash into my cheek, but I pushed it out of my way, took hold of his elbow to give me more leverage as I turned around and slammed my elbow into his rib cage. He squeaked as he attempted to breathe and then fell to his knees at my feet. One swift kick right below his chin and he was out.
"Cammie!"
I didn't listen to Zach as he called, yelling at me, telling me to stop. I didn't, though, I couldn't.
Two more were down in seconds, I grabbed one of the polls one the wall and used it to knock a gun out of one boy's hand and slammed it into his nose, then groin.
Suddenly, two strong arms were on mine and pulling me back.
"Let me go-"
"Cammie! Dogs!"
I looked down the hall, now covered with boys groaning in pain. Sure enough, two large black dogs were bolting towards us. Zach grabbed my arm again and pulled me out through another stone corridor. We snaked through the passages listening to the dogs barks echo off the stone.
"Where are we going?" I blurted.
"I don't know."
"You mean we're lost."
"I don't know."
"Is that all you can say, Zach?"
"I don't know."
It was hopeless, he wasn't listening to me, and if he was, he was more caught up in his thoughts.
I imagined running into another pack of boys, another group out to kill Mr. Soloman who was already trudging behind, weak from injuries.
"We need to get out!" I screamed at Zach "Mr. Soloman is weak, he can't handle another group."
"Gallagher Girl, you handled the other group."
"Touché, Zach. But we need to escape. We need to get out of here. We need to get out now! We don't have time."
"Shut up, Cammie! I'm trying to think," Zach stopped abruptly, turning to look me in the eyes "I'm sorry, Cam. I didn't mean that."
"Yeah you did."
"Can we argue about this later?" He asked frustrated now.
"Aww, look at the cute couple argue. So Sad."