A/N: On the last chapter I had stated 'sneak peak of the last chapter' which some of you caught stating in your reviews. I had meant to say for the next chapter. The last chapter or a scene from the last chapter is actually written but I don't think I'll be sending that out any time soon. Now don't worry this is not the last chapter and the last chapter is not coming to terribly soon. There is no way I can make the last chapter come all that soon with the plan I have. And sorry for the mistake it was late when I wrote the authors note.

Chapter 9: Call In

Warning: This chapter was a tough scene to write and might be a tough one to read. So I'm warning you ahead of time to keep that in mind.

Keira Goode's POV:

I hadn't seen Zach in weeks after our fight. He left every morning with our father at the crack of dawn. I would always hear the sound of the car and rush over to my window just in time to see them driving away somewhere. Never knowing exactly where they were going, which may be why the sight always gave me knots in the pit of my stomach.

Although, I myself, didn't have much time to ponder on the feeling. I was in and out of the house constantly catching sight every now and then of my mom sitting at the kitchen table alone wine bottle in hand with a very distant look in her eyes. I wasn't even sure that she knew she was alone in the house when I left. She seemed so far out of reality at this point.

But I had my own problems to worry about as I was set-up for practice. Not in sword fighting, kick boxing, or anything to do with self-defense. I was being trained on how to cover murders up…like mom.

Learning how to hack into records and destroy certain attributes in the process, how to properly clean a bloody mess leaving it clean enough but not too clean to draw attention, and anything else to make it look like an accidental death, suicide, or whatever it needed to be.

Going home at night I would feel almost sick to my stomach. Wondering how they could all take it. How Harper could take it, someone I hadn't seen often but more than my brother. Over time though, I just…I don't know it just seemed to get easier an almost out of reality feeling. What I was doing I allowed myself not to think about, at least not to hard about.

It wasn't until later on that night that I realized how far we had come or maybe the more appropriate term would be fallen.

Zachary Goode's POV:

We, the three of us that were left, were called into one of the many rooms in the mansion by our father. The room we were about to enter was referred to as the Reflection Room, which seems contradictory when it had no mirrors inside.

Reaching the doorway I hesitated to open it when I heard very faint, low voices. Something big was going to happen and I was afraid in finding out what. Hesitantly, I opened the door and held the door open for Harper and Keira.

Harper went straight on in without a single hesitation in her step. Keira lagged behind glancing at me cautiously through narrow eyes before following behind Harper. There was a look in her eyes informing me that she was bothered about what was happening. At the same time there was a deeper look telling me that she wanted to talk to me whether it be about the fight or something completely mundane. Only as I finally walked in as well that we might not get that chance all that soon.

Many people were standing in the room, watching our moves, while others were gathered in a circle discussing something too low for me to hear.

I stayed near the door while Harper and Keira drew to the opposite side of the room. Harper went closer to the wall and Keira went out in the open closer to the circle gathered.

People from the circle looked at the three of us. Their expressions were blank and slowly they all moved out from there circle to different places in the room.

What we saw next made Keira gasp, Harper show a quick glance of shock, and as for me…well I'm not sure how I looked on the outside but on the inside I was shocked and terrified. Keira almost threw herself onto the floor had Marvin and Kyle not grabbed her in time. She didn't fight them off she seemed too stunned to care. She just continued to stare.

For lying on the floor, the bloody floor was our mother already dying before us from a bullet wound.

My father, walking towards me, handed me a gun I hadn't realized until now that he had been holding. "You need to shoot her Robert. You are ordered to kill Sarah Gates."

I stared down at Sarah Gates—my mother—helplessly. She was already lying in a pool of her own blood. Shot once and was fading, fast.

She looked at me her eyes the clearest I had ever seen them. She smiled a little at me, but she couldn't seem to hold it.

"Robert you need to carry through with the order," my mother replied weakly her voice straining but refusing to break. "Do what you are told. You're not the only one depending on your loyalty at the moment." She looked over at my sister and I did the same. Keira was standing almost shaking understanding now what had to take place and trying to cope. Sarah looked back at over me and was almost begging with me, "Robert, please…shoot me. This is the end for myself and let's face it I died a long time ago or at least my soul, anyway."

I brought the gun up and aimed down at her. My emotions were being suffocated. I no longer felt horrible about shooting her only a distant pang, almost annoying more than anything else.

"Please." It was the last word she spoke.

Keira Goode's POV:

The blast resounded through the entire room an echo that would never die down in my head. I collapsed to the floor Marvin and Kyle no longer willing to restrain me. I couldn't help but fall to the ground, even if it seemed a weak thing to do. What else do you expect when I had just witnessed my brother, my one and only brother, shoot my mom our mom. And it was all because he was ordered to by our father—our father.

I looked at Zach who was staring down at mom. After a moment, one fleeting moment he dropped the gun as if it burned like acid and left the room quickly like he couldn't get out any faster. All I could do was stare after him unable to look at mom barely able to hear the voices that were still surrounding me.

"Cordelia," my father called out. His voice sounded distant but not any less cold, heartless than before. "You will need to cover up this mess as you have been taught. Eleanor you know what to do with the body."

Harper nodded with a poker face before walking over to my mom. I turned my gaze over to her, watching her moves as everyone else cleared out of the room. Once they were out I snapped out of my state, stood up, and walked over to the scene.

Gently I grabbed the gun and held onto it. This one item, this one machine caused more pain than I could bare. My hands tightened around it as I walked over to the sink that was in the room. Placed on top was a kit that had the tools I needed. Cleaning, erasing all the fingerprints carefully before laying it down on cloth. Looking back over I saw that Harper had the body covered ready to be moved. It was now clear for me to clean the blood that was still splattered across the floor.

Grabbing the necessary tools I tried hard not to think about what I was doing and after a while it started working, all too well.

A/N: I was thinking about adding another quick section to this chapter, but since I'm going to Florida tomorrow early in the morning and not coming home until Tuesday I decided to leave this chapter as is so I can post it. Hope you enjoyed it and review, please!