Here's Mo again with chapter seven! There's some language in this chapter, but it made it seem... I don't know, more sinister. Thanks so much for reading!

Chapter Soundtrack: State of Emergency by Nick Jonas

The shot rang through the wet streets from my gun. I could feel the vibration of the bullet up through my arm and down to my toes, making me freeze in shock. Backing away, I tried to gain ground between Joe and I. I turned my back on all of them; Joe, Kevin, Nick. For a second, I almost lost it. I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the scream building in my throat, but I was sure no one had noticed me at the moment.

I hadn't meant to actually shoot, I really didn't. This tough act was just to get the information he needed, to get him off of my back. I really was scared, and I truly had no idea what was going on with Kevin and why he'd taken me away. I learned from the man over the phone at the last hotel that Kevin, Joe, and Nick were all spies, not just Kevin alone. I could feel my father's eyes boring into the back of my head from his hiding spot in the bushes, willing me to get a hold on my emotions. My eyes clamped shut. The rain pelted me as I waited for something, for anything to happen so I wouldn't have to wait through this silence.

I finally heard something. It was Nick's breathing, changing from a healthy rhythm to a painful sound that I could identify as the beginning of hyperventilation, from past experience.

Kevin was silent. I couldn't will myself to look at him or Joe. I couldn't even will myself to open my eyes.

I big tear rolled its way down my cheek and onto my hand that still rested over my mouth. It mixed it with the rain, and I was glad for it so that I wouldn't be revealed. I needed to yell, I needed to scream or something so I wouldn't break down in front of them. Straightening my shoulders and finally opening my eyes, I looked behind me to see where I'd made the shot. I drew in a sharp breath.

Joe was face down on the ground, arms sprawled out around him.

But, that wasn't why I'd gasped. I had barely missed Joe's head. Instead, I'd gotten an unlucky piece of road a few inches away from his arm.

"He's not dead!" I exclaimed, trying not to sound too relieved. Kevin fell onto his knees in front of me, burying his face in his hands. It took everything I had not to burst out crying when Joe shakily sat up, dazed and disbelieving that I had not, in fact, killed him without mercy. I breathed heavily, slamming a hand on my chest to slow my heart down. I knew what I needed to do. I needed to be strong for a little while longer, save my tears for when I didn't have him breathing down my neck.

My feet splashed water up all around me as I huffed my way toward Joe. I picked him up by his collar roughly, and pressed the gun that was still in my hand against his chest, where his heart should have been. He opened his mouth to reveal what I already knew, so I cut him off.

"I know you have a vest on. Will yours work this close-range?" I asked, sure that his bullet-proof vest was the best around. He nodded uncomfortably, not sure of what I was up to.

"I need to tell you something." I said quietly, looking behind me at Kevin and Nick, who once again were looking like sad, scared cats caught in a thunderstorm. I needed to keep my voice quiet so that only Joe would hear. No one else needed to know the plan right now. I brushed a dripping strand of hair from my face before continuing.

"My father is Agent Red." I saw Joe's eyes widen. I looked to the side of me, knowing where the rogue agent called Red was watching from. He winked at me and gave the thumbs-up, not knowing that Joe had a vest on. I didn't think Kevin or Nick remembered he had a vest on, either.

I knew that my dad was pretty popular with the kids these days. He was on the other side of the law, he was dangerous, and I loved him nonetheless.

"I know this isn't going to kill you, and you know that, too. I'm going to have to ask you to play dead." I finished, hoping Joe would make this easy on both of us.

He had a chance to nod before I pulled the trigger, jerking his body backwards and onto the ground. He lay still, being the perfect actor for this job. I suppressed a shudder as I felt the bile rise in my throat.

'He's not dead. He's not really dead.' I reminded myself, taking a staggering step back and pivoting toward Kevin and Nick. Nick's menacing glare was the first I'd caught when I looked up to meet their eyes. Kevin hadn't moved from his position, kneeling on the ground, but it looked like he was going to fall over at any moment.

"I hate you. I hateyour freaking guts, you evil bitch!" I heard Nick scream, and I flinched. I could feel the sobs building up in my throat. Nick never got this angry, not at anyone. He never cussed. Hell, he was an agent himself, he'd probably witnessed millions of deaths and had superb self-control. I knew I had a job to do, but I wasn't used to this. I wasn't this big monster that everyone was making me out to be.

"Nick, put that gun down!" I screeched, my voice cracking on the last word. His gun was shakily pointed at me, and I knew his aim would be off anyway. I just didn't want dad getting involved in this.

"You killed him. You killed Joe. Joe's dead. She killed my brother!" Nick repeatedly chanted to himself as he drew closer to me. He was probably convincing himself to do this, to kill one of his best friends because if he didn't, he knew it would be too late to get revenge. I took my eyes off of Nick and looked behind him to see Kevin finally rolling sideways onto the ground, curling up in a fetal position.

"Joe died because of you. You're a worthless, lying piece of trash." Nick whispered menacingly. He had a chance to shake the soaking wet curls out of his eyes before pulling the trigger.

For a moment, I almost believed him. I was a lying piece of trash and I deserved to die. It would make this whole situation easier. Dying, I mean.

But, did I ever get what I wanted in this world?

Nick's hand was furiously shaky as he propelled a bullet in my direction, and a moment later, I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. The breath flew out of me and I fell to the ground, clutching the bleeding wound. I heard a rustling in the bushes, and realized that it was too late for the boys after all. Nick was cocking the gun for another shot, one that would presumably kill me, but when he heard the rustle of leaves, he pointed his gun up at the intruder.

Realizing who it was, he gasped and the gun slid out of his hands with the rain. I heard the man's footsteps from behind me, coming to a halt beside my crumpled figure. I watched his face as he spoke.

"You rich, little teenybopper bastard! How dare you? If you so much as look at my daughter again, I will slice your throat!" His eyes flamed in rage.

"Oh, hi, sweetie. Good work." he said, leaning down and patting my injured shoulder gently.

"Hi, daddy." I smiled, leaning up to give him a kiss on the cheek. I'm sure this looked grossly demented to our surrounding audience. Agent Red stood up, careful not to nudge me, and pulled a gun out of his back pocket. It was pointed accusingly at Nick. Not even I saw Joe as he crawled silently toward my father. Kevin did, though. But I knew none of this information as my father spoke.

"So, who would like to explain to me why you little punks were messing around with my daughter?"

Dad was home.

She's seductive
She does it well
She'll charge you by the hour
For a straight trip down to Hell

She'll direct you
You think you know
She's gonna let you go
She's gonna let you go

I'm not a lover,
But I'm still concerned
The way you judge the fire
Means your heart could still get burned
Then she'll want you
That I know

A/N: Hey! Thanks to all of our readers out there, you guys are the best! If you're liking this story, drop a review! We're happy to hear what you guys have to say. So, for this chapter, I'd like to know if you think Macy's dad is really evil... or is he going to turn out right in the end? Only Grayson and I know the real answer... but tell us what you think!

-Mo