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SSF of Chapter 24:
In the last chapter, Dana's past is unraveled a bit. Showing her abusive aunt; Cecile and a scar that she left on her niece. All the things going on with Dana are boiling up to these questions, Is she really an enemy agent? Can the spies trust her? What will Joe make of this? But, as Dana moved into the town, Cammie was still missing. Her tails were high on her heels before you blended her way out of it. Then, there's that new character that's still a mystery, who is she?
But back to the Goode (or not so good) side of things. Each and everyone have received a text message, ordering them back to the Institute. For a speech, but before that even happens…Joe seems to have slipped into his role of "Overprotective Godfather" when he and Zach have a heart-to-heart…kind of. Before Joe could snap Zach's head off, Dana steps in and saves him. So, like everyone predicted, Cammie and Zach are officially a couple…sadly, it didn't last long. Why? Well…they didn't break up, but don't you think a relationship ends when the other half of the couple is half-dead? I thought so.
When the spies are attacked in the Library-turned-Lounge, six masked figures. All of which were after something. A book. A small book. What could be in those, old pages that could drive these masked strangers to fight against the spies? Will they be okay? Keep reading to find more!
Chapter 25: A Knife, A Lost Memory, and the Patches
Time: 2:26 p.m.
Location: West Wing, Library
P.O.V: Dana Amelia Jordon
I slapped the modified Napotine patch onto Zach's forehead. The drugs were doing their jobs, the chemicals doing what they were created to do. Though his eyes were open I could see, what used to be the bright green smoldering over. Before that even happened all I could see in his eyes were what looked like anger. I couldn't blame him. No, you won't regret this…this was the only way
I'll never admit it to anyone but, his eyes reminded me so much of Michael at that moment. It hurt. It hurt bad. Yes, I'm a spy, but I remembered the first time I met Mike (my nickname for him) I kind of developed a crush on him. But it blew over immediately when I found out about Sarah's feelings for the guy . He seemed more like a brother anyways.
"Leave the rest to me," I commanded the four in front of me. I saw the backs of black on the white carpeting. Along with the soaking red liquid. Two of the men were unconscious. I almost smiled, a proud smile. I sure taught those girls well. Joe did a pretty good job himself, I thought. But my mood immediately sobered as one of the women took a step towards Zach. I stepped into her way as she glared at me with her hazel eyes flashing. I knew she resented me but I could hardly care about her petty emotions.
"We have to make sure that they're dead," she said, trying to mask the venom. But the mask may as well have been transparent glass, because I saw right through it. I met her gaze, a flame of my own was burning from all the recent events.
"It's done," I declared, the finality was obvious in my voice. The three behind her seemed to understand and started heading out towards their bleeding comrades. Her hazel eyes flinched a bit but she held her ground against me. From the way she was standing I knew that there was only one way of convincing her.
"Look for yourself then," I told her. She seemed surprised but walked cautiously towards Zach's motionless body. I saw her take off the black leather glove that stuck to her like a second skin. Her index and middle fingers pressed against his neck. The red nails showed obnoxiously against her pale skin and Zach's neck (which was turning a paper-white). I heard a laugh of triumphant escape the mask.
"Like I said, it's done, you can't feel a pulse, can you?" I fake-teased. I could feel sweat gather in my hands, making my pockets a bit moist. I was putting my full and complete trust into Fibs and Gomez's inventing skills. I was hoping as hard as hell that the 'modified' part of the patch did it's job.
"Nah, it's stopped, the flesh is getting pretty damn cold too," she replied, the satisfied tone in her voice made me sick. I gripped my hands closed to keep from strangling her. The room stank with blood, sweat and tears. But I would definitely choose the expression over the real thing any day.
I turned my attention to the others in the room. Surveying the injuries. Peacock was the one closest to the couch. Macey's jet-black, glossy hair was now tinted with her own blood. The carpet's absorbent surface seemed to stop the bleeding though. Her left arm was twisted and bruised, the purple pattern stuck out from her cold, pasty skin. Her lips that used to hold the red shiny lipstick were turning a chilling blue.
Bex was lying on her back. Even her cappuccino skin was turning that sickening, unhealthy shade of whitish-blue. Her eyes were still opened, showing lifeless brown eyes. The eyes didn't even look like my tough student, it was missing the excited shine. Her left ankle was swelling. There looked to be multiple bruises on her arms and legs. Duchess's smooth hair were in tangles of sweat now.
Bookworm looked like the most unharmed, the others hadn't thought of her as much of a threat. They were wrong. Dead wrong. The girl may not be the most coordinated of spies, but Liz was brilliant. She was just as dangerous with a computer as Bex was with weapons. Her face was fish belly white, shades lighter from her usual fair complexion. Though it didn't seem like she was hurt, but asleep. I could see the dark purple lines on her neck. It pained be to just look at the injuries.
I forced my attention to my star student. Chameleon. Her dirty blond hair was tinged with a rusty red. She was face first on the ground, so I couldn't see the damage done to her face. I saw cuts and bruises on her arms and legs. From the way she was lying down, I'd have to say that she might have injured her ribs. The tan of her skin paled faster each second, I could almost feel the warmth leave her body and coolness seeping it's way in. I almost grimaced at this. I couldn't bring myself to look at Joe's students. I already saw the state Zach was in, I knew the damage for Grant and Jonas.
"Leave it alone," I hissed, the venom was so overpowering that I could see everyone that was still conscious in the room stiffen. I stared at the other women dressed in black, her eyes were black too. They were so dark that they looked like they didn't have irises. But I saw the fear in those eyes.
She was stances on top of Jonas, a knife was near his stilled chest. The blade poised right above his heart. I could feel myself fingering the handle of my own knife (which was poisoned) to throw at her. She was women who choked Liz; the one Jonas attacked. I pulled the thoughts of killing away from my head. It was just too risky, even for someone like me. I just said the one thing that would convince her not to stab Virus.
"Keep as much blood off the carpet, we've had enough as it is. Harder job to clean up," I said coolly, keeping my voice emotionless. I saw the others understand and the suspicious looks washed away from their faces…or well, eyes. I couldn't see through the masks. Even Hostile-Hazel-Eyes over there nodded understandingly. I tossed them the book, hoping that they wouldn't know the difference with it. Fortunately, they didn't. In the next few minutes, they dispersed as quietly as they came.
I stared at the young, injured spies-in-training on the floor. Each of the patches were doing their jobs. I pealed off the patches from all their foreheads. Relief flooded through me as I felt their pulse thump, it was faint, but there. I was so happy and grateful to Fibs and Gomez that I swear to God I might have to kiss both of them on the mouth, after all of this was over. I looked at everyone. They were here for a movie…look what they got instead. I stared at the junk food pile in the room and out in the hall. I stepped forward, remembering the summers with Cecile. The medical work I had to do to repair myself.
Time to get to work.
Time: 6:14 p.m.
Location: Unknown
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
Where am I? I thought dazedly. I wasn't lying on my back, but I wasn't sitting either…more like slouching. I was slouching in the complete dark. I couldn't even see my own body, to be honest I couldn't tell if my eyes were open. After a moment of trying to move my limbs, I came up with no response.
You know when you're sleeping on one of your arms and then you wake up and your hand is asleep. And when you use your other hand to move it you can't feel the other hand. It felt like someone put a severed arm in your bed. That's how I felt. But it wasn't only my arm, it's my whole body. Everything felt foreign to me.
My eyelids seemed like the only thing that was light from my strangely, heavy body. They fluttered open and was faced with a new darkness. But it wasn't the blackness I experienced before, it was a very dimly lit room. My heartbeat was surprisingly slow with a breathing pattern to match. Which I found weird, but I couldn't keep my mind clear on one thing and I felt my fingers twitch a bit. I could feel a faint pull at my lips, a small smirk painted my face. I tested my arms, my left arm was still numb around some parts, but my right arm was starting to function again. I felt a strange weight on my chest and shoulder over on my left, but it felt oddly comfortable so I didn't move it.
My eyes went back to scanning the room. The walls, floors, and ceiling were masked in shadows. The only light that was in the room was a little more than two yards in front of me. It was rapidly changing from different colors. I could hear faint voices talking but I couldn't bring myself to make anything of the words. All I actually cared about was rest. I felt marshmallow-like softness absorb me from behind.
My long eyelashes seemed like weights that my eyes couldn't lift anymore and I felt myself drift off…but before being lost again I could feel the keen spy in me send a warning into my brain, trying to keep me awake long enough to remember…to remember what? I knew whatever it is that I tried to remember was important, but a familiar warmth was on my forehead. Well…not exactly on it, I didn't feel it on my skin, but felt it in my head.
The harder I tried to remember the more thick the heated mist in my head became. As if literally blocking my view of my memories. The lethargic mood that the fog in my mind started spread through my body, slowing giving in I allowed myself some blissful sleep. But right before I blanked out, I remembered one thing that the mist allowed…regret…the sight of regret…in someone's eyes…who though…? and with that question left unanswered I slipped into dreamland.
Time: 6:17 p.m.
Location: Unknown
P.O.V: Cameron Ann Morgan
After my heart stopped (at least I think it stopped) I felt nothing….nothing at all. I was in a colorless place when that happened. It wasn't black, black meant the dark. And where's there darkness there's always light. It was logic. But where I was, had nothing, everything transparent. But when I felt a foreign pang in my chest, nothing had become something.
Instead of the transparent, colorless setting that was beginning to drive me crazy, I was taken in by shadows floating around me. I finally realized that the pang was my revitalized heart. But it was still slow, my breathing was deep and even which means I don't have any problems concerning my respiratory system. Thank god. I thought I died. Your heart stopped. I'm thinking that qualified as dying, I thought to myself. I wanted to tell it to not smartass me, but snapping at myself felt…well, crazy. Maybe I was in that transparent place a bit too long.
I could begin to feel my body now. I was sitting-slash-lying on something lumpy but it was surprisingly comfy and gave me a strange, intimate feeling of being safe. Which I think is preposterous considering I just died and came back to life…and now I sound supernatural. I felt the awareness hit me immediately when I felt something move around me. My eyes shot open, everything was dark and hard to adjust to but I took notes like my godfather had told me to do when he subbed back at Gallagher.
The room was very dark but light was coming from about 9 feet or so away from me, the colors and shades of light changing almost every scene. I felt the same thing move around me again and my eyes moved down to see a pair of muscular arms wrapped around me tightly. I couldn't move some of my limbs very well so I moved my eyes and saw that I was sitting-slash-lying in Zach's lap.
Yep, you heard me right. In his lap. We were in a position close to lying down. My head was resting on one of his broad shoulders and his head was half resting on my head and half drooping down. I noticed how young and vulnerable he looked in his sleep.
"Cammie…" I heard him mumble, his eyes were still shut, his arms wound around me tighter and more protectively.
I smiled to myself, I moved my sore head forward and lightly pressed my lips to his cheek. I made sure to do it lightly, not wanting to hurt his bruise….wait! He wasn't bruised…why did I think he'd be injured? I searched through my mind for the past day.
I went to CoveOps class. Check.
I wanted to show Zach the library. Check.
I saw Dana reading a small book…something stirred in my stomach as I thought that…check.
I went into town. Check.
I came back to the school for an announcement. Check.
I went to the library again to watch a movie with the rest of the guys…that's when something snapped in me. No. That didn't happen…it's not the whole truth, what really happened was--my thought never ended. It was as if the words were visible in my mind but a silver mist swirled around them, smudging them, and carrying them away. The middle of my forehead was warm, incredibly warm. I rose a shaky hand to softly touch the middle of my forehead…it wasn't burning. Not from what my fingertips could tell.
But it felt like my brain was frying and the fog was manifesting itself into a headache. It was hard to explain and I wasn't being keen during the moment, but my spy genes kicked in a bit…the harder I tried to remember what happened in the library…the more my head-slash-mind scorched.
A small groan of pain escaped my lips and I immediately felt my consciousness slipping through my fingers. No, wake up! You need to remember! You're all in danger! You, your friends! Wake up! You need to remember--the rational part of my brain was screaming at me but it just added on to my headache and my longing for rest. I think that was around the time I fell into a dreamless sleep.
Time: 6:52 p.m.
Location: West Wing, Library
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
"Aw…look at that, how cute!" a voice whispered. That was all it took to drag me out of my blissful dream. I was on my first mission for the CIA and Cammie was my partner. We were kicking some major enemy spy ass and I guess that's when the whispering started since I couldn't remember what happened after that.
I was about to open my eyes when I recognized the Southern accent. I knew that if I woke up, they'd stop talking and I was in no mood to interrogate them. So I kept my eyes shut, my breathing was still deep, slow and even. It seemed to fool them when I heard Liz's voice continue.
"You think, we should wake them up?" she asked, still in hushed tone. I still felt the light weight on me and my shoulder. I vaguely noticed that my arms were wrapped around it. I guess I picked up a pillow while I slept. I did that a lot, it sure was a warm and…curvy?…pillow, though. I liked having it close, I tightened my grip it and felt it move…wait…pillows don't move. After that I heard another southern, "Aw!"
"Let them wake up on their own…I can't wait to see Cam's face!" Bex's voice said softly, but enthusiastically. Cammie?…oh don't tell me…Cam's the one in my arms…I didn't know whether to be embarrassed or happy about the situation. The temptation of opening my eyes to see if it was true was hard to pass up, but I restrained myself.
"Bex! We shouldn't tease her, it isn't right," Macey scolded lightly.
"Macey's right!" Liz said, proud her friend was on her side.
"Yeah…Bex, hurry up and go get a camera, one word: blackmail," Macey whispered quickly and I could just imagine an excited smile on Bex and a disappointed-slash-mad expression on Liz's face.
"Man, are girls always like this?" I heard Jonas mumble, probably to Grant.
"How should I know?" Grant said in response. It was a rhetorical question…but Jonas answered.
"You should know, you're the closest thing to a girl I've got, I mean after Liz and the rest," he said. That's where I couldn't hold it in anymore. I laughed and opened my eyes to see my startled roommates and their girlfriends…and Macey. Grant had a headlock on Jonas while Liz was telling Bex to make Grant stop. Macey was just watching everything like it was better than the movie playing on the screen 9 feet away from me. They all turned to look at me. I smirked.
"You guys actually believed I was sleeping? I'm a better actor than I thought," I said proudly. While a few of them rolled their eyes and groaned at me, not much new I smirked even more. That's when I felt Cammie move.
We were in a lying position up until this point. I was sitting on one of the white couches with her in my lap. All I could do was grin as she looked around groggily, looking completely adorable while doing so. When she seemed to escape from her half-sleep state I could tell she was suppressing a blush. I smirked at her. I was a bit too caught up as I stared at her to realized that she was talking. I tuned in.
Time: 6:55 p.m.
Location: West Wing, Library
P.O.V: Cameron Ann Morgan
"Dinner starts in five minutes," I said to the others. Though that statement was true, I was using it as a distracting from my burning face…and I needed to talk to Zach. The others nodded and began walking off towards the door in pairs. Besides Macey. Grant with Bex and Liz with Jonas.
Once they were all out I sprung up from Zach's lap, but as I was about to turn around to face him I felt his arms wrap back around my waist. The next thing I know I'm back on his lap. I twist around to see him flash a smirk. I rolled my eyes and decided there was no use in beating around the bush.
"Zach…something happened before we fell asleep. The others don't seem to notice, but something did happen. You believe me, right?" I said quickly. Zach stared blankly at me, but I didn't see any doubt in his green eyes. But then again, his codename is the Mask, he could show me a million faces and I wouldn't know which were real and which were legends. That was his specialty, like how blending was mine.
"I do believe you," he said quietly. I noticed his face was only a few inches away from mine. I checked his beautiful eyes, not trying to look at the emerald irises but the black pupil in the middle. It wasn't getting smaller or bigger as he stared right back into my eyes. His breathing was fairly normal, it was a bit off pattern, but then again, so was mine and I didn't even lie. Though, Zach's voice was quiet, I didn't hear any tremors in it. So maybe that was the reason I thought he was answering honestly.
I looked away from his gaze and concentrated on my surroundings. The room was…well, not bloody (why would I think that there was blood in a library?) and looked as good as new from the minute I saw it when Dana introduced it. Dana. My stomach did a twist that hurt. Despite the warm throbbing of my head that was trying to tug something from my brain, I pushed the thought away.
The only thing that happened in here was a movie marathon. I thought to myself, even though I knew it was a lie. I guess I was just thinking it for the sake of my sanity. The opened bags of popcorn, empty cans of soda, and the TV that was showing these two people making out (chick flick…only one word came to mind…Macey) kind of supported my fake-theory.
As if the screen of the TV predicted what happened next, I felt warm, moist lips crash against mine. My automatic instinct was to move my lips against his, but since my brain decided to turn on at that very moment, I pulled away.
"Really, Zach? 'Cause I think kissing should be the last thing on our minds," I told him, raising an eyebrow at him (I never knew how to do it before I met Macey. I admit that I'm fluent in 14 foreign languages and can kill a man with a button off my school jacket but, raising an eyebrow? Nearly impossible). He just had the unfocused look on his face that made him go from dangerous spy guy to cute and clueless high-school boy. Zach gave me a look that seemed…sheepish? Something I haven't seen him do before…Maybe I'm not the only one that feels out of it, I thought
"Are you guys coming or are you going to start a make-out session in there?" I heard Bex shout from down the hall. I suppressed the light blush (I'm starting to get better at that) and lifted Zach's arm off of me. He just smirked and followed me down the hall.
Time: 7:06 p.m.
Location: Dining Hall, Blackthorne Institute
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
"나는 그것이 들렸다…" I heard Tim's infamous "I heard that…" blab on and on about different ridiculous rumors. In Korean. Something that involved the FBI and a new terrorist group. I didn't pay any attention to details.
"…좋아, 그러나 소문 그것이 있다…＂I heard Tina Walters begin with her "…Yeah, but rumor has it…" I had told Cammie about Tim, and she just told me that he's the soul mate of Tina Walters. I didn't get what she meant until I saw the girl yapping about rumors. I don't see what's so interesting about gossip anyways. And from what I just heard (from the Tim & Tina Team), the FBI and terrorist group are in Hollywood, getting ready to trash a film in progress. How ridiculous can these rumors get?
I swallowed some of my soup as I saw Cammie take a sip of water. I could tell from how she acted that she was nervous about something. I guess I took notes on Cammie without knowing it. The way her hands just needed something to do. How her dark blue eyes can't look at one thing too long. I'd be lying too if I said that something wasn't off around here. That's when I felt her slip her small hand into mine under the table. I smiled a little, that's when I felt the crunch of paper in my palm. My smile transformed into a smirk.
-Z
Do U feel what I feel? Or is it my imagination?
-C
I flipped out my black pen, pressing the pen so it made a click. And started writing my response. So I wasn't the only one.
-C
Yeah, I do. Do the others know?
-Z
I saw her deep, blue eyes hover over her roommates casually, pretending to listen to Macey's advice when it came to liquid-eyeliner. The direction of her sapphire gaze moved to glance over at Grant and Jonas (who were looking strangely at McHenry, a look that said, "Why are you telling us this?" took up their expressions), her eyes were both intent and uninterested at the same time.
-Z
IDK, probably not. Should we tell them?
-C
I glanced at the blue ink strokes that made her message. There were a lot of things that were good and bad about the decision of telling them. Yeah, they're our best friends. So it would make sense to tell them so they could support you, right? But…
-C
Not a good idea. Just having a 'feeling' wouldn't be enough evidence. If they C and feel that something's happening, then we'll talk. We need 2 figure this out. W/O them…4 now.
-Z
Time: 9:42 p.m.
Location: West Wing, Room 252
P.O.V: Cameron Ann Morgan
"'Night guys," Liz yawned, she was in some soft, yellow pajamas. Small teddy bears that had pink bows on them were scattered across the material. It looked kind of big on her, a bit baggy. But then again, anything could be baggy on our skinny Liz. Macey was finishing up some Advanced Organic Chemistry homework, she's finally caught up with us in science and P&E. She raised her thin eyebrow at her.
"Liz, it's not even that late," she stated. Her voice asked for an explanation. Liz just looked at us as if the answer should have been easy as the square root of 97,969 (which is easy, it's 313).
"There's a test tomorrow! I need my rest," Liz said. Her soft Southern accent coming out a bit more. Macey just rolled her big, beautiful blue eyes and returned to the next problem in her homework. Bex was listening to some music, it was either rock or pop, I couldn't tell right away. But I could see the hidden smile on her face. I looked from sleepy and intelligent Liz to brave and strong Bex and, of course back to cool and calm Macey. If they noticed something, they obviously don't want to talk about it. Which I doubt.
"I think I'll go to sleep too," I said. Every second I thought back to what happened or what didn't happen in the library, my headache just got worse and worse. But as soon my mind drew away from the subject and onto something else, the fog of pain left my head. And when my mind drifted back to thinking about the library. The migraine came back with such force that I thought I'd fall flat on my butt if I didn't lie down.
"Don't tell me that you have a test too," Bex said. I smiled weakly as I pointed towards my ponytail-tied head.
"I've got a headache," I said simply. It wasn't a lie, my pounding head proved that. But it wasn't the full truth either. Through my throbbing temples I tried to control any signs of lying. Liz popped out of her covers and stumbled over to me. Her small fragile hand reached up to feel my forehead, just like how Mom and Grandma did it. Her fair, pale face was worried.
Bex on the other hand…she just looked at me expectedly, waiting for further information. I did my best to meet my friend's brown-eyed gaze. Not flinching guiltily. Bex gave a small and almost inaudible sigh and moved from her bed to the bathroom. Macey was looking at me, she may have seemed bored and calm to others, but her bright blue eyes begged to differ. They were staring at me worryingly, even though Macey McHenry refused to show it in public, she had the ability to care for her friends. And I was happy to say that we; her roommates, fell under that category.
I heard the door open from behind me and in the corner of my eye I see something heading towards me. I turn around quickly and thanks to P&E training, I caught it, even with the headache. It was a small, white container with an orange push-and-twist cap on it. Medicine.
"Take one pill every six hours until you feel better," Bex informed and grabbed me a bottle of water (which, yes, she threw). I smiled gratefully at Bex, she returned the gesture with her beaming, exotic face. Liz was already back in bed, tucked away under her light, yellow-white covers. I took the pills and slipped into my pajamas.
After being here, I've learned that the heating in the West Wing is more intense than the other wings. I slipped on some sports shorts and a too-big t-shirt. Macey's glossy black hair swayed back and forth and she shook her head at me. Not approving my choice of pajamas. I ignored it and slipped back under the light blue covers. I had the bed closest towards the window. As my eyelids became heavier by the second I caught a glimpse of the night sky. It was completely clear, the dark velvet was sparkling with stars only one cloud blemished the perfection of it. After that, I guess I blanked out.
Time: 3:49 p.m.
Location: Lab 307, East Wing
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
Classes resumed. Great. Not once today have I seen Jordon. I don't know why but, my gut feeling's been going crazy lately. It seems the others haven't noticed anything at all. I was sitting in one of the Advanced Organic Chemistry labs. It was set up like a regular science room. The black lab tables were bare, except for the notes that Cammie and I took.
Professor Gomez was a pretty cool teacher, he was eccentric, he kind of reminded me of Dr. Steve at times. Just without the exciting-slash-annoying "Excellent!" He had black curly hair, with dark, natural bronze skin. Gomez had dark eyes that matched his hair. If I had to guess, I'd say he'd be in his mid 30's.
"Alright class, as many of you know, Napotine Patches are one of the most efficient instruments used to, how you say, knock them out," he had a pretty heavy accent but we could still understand him (well…even if he started speaking Spanish we'd still understand him).
I almost groaned, we've covered this chapter. But, Mr. Gomez was someone who wanted to make sure we "soaked all the info" in and then never come back to the subject ever again. I saw Cammie stiffen beside me. Her sapphire eyes that were large and luminous were trained on our teacher, his everyone word.
I could feel my own spy instincts kicking in too, driving me towards a conclusion. I thought back to yesterday, every time I tried to remember what happened after getting ready for the movie marathon I just got a massive headache that made me confused as hell. The events were jumbled up in my head, even the medicine I drank hadn't worked.
Even now, thinking about yesterday was bringing an uncomfortable pounding into my head. But not the migraine I experienced…it was worse. Not pain wise, though. Yesterday I could reach and pick up on small details of the missing event in my head…but now…it was just blank. Nothing. I couldn't pick up on anything, what seemed to make me panic was that it was as if every second that passed by, I remembered less and less. The memory was foggy but readable yesterday, but now it was thinning away.
"Well, I am happy to announce that Dr. Fibs of Gallagher and I have started a new type of Napotine Patch; a new generation for our new generation," Mr. Gomez said excitedly, I could see that most of the R&D kids were pretty excited too, Liz and Jonas were jabbing on and on about it enthusiastically.
"Now, who can tell me how a Napotine Patch is used?" He quizzed, I saw a hand shoot into the air automatically.
"Yes Elizabeth?"
"It uses the effects of a nicotine patch, however the chemicals are transfixed. The patch must be on bare skin, closest to the head is for an almost instant knock out," She answered. Patch…knock out…forehead…. The pain in my head continued to grow.
"Very good," Mr. Gomez smiled, "But this new Napotine Patch is a bit different. It is only a prototype at the moment but we are working very hard on it," I tried drawing my attention completely on Gomez, focusing hard on his words. Trying to black out the whole world except for what he was saying. I was afraid that if I let my mind drift, whatever scrap of memory my instincts were holding onto would slip away.
"The patch still has the abilities of a normal Napotine Patch, but by using some different chemicals, it can alter things," he started. At this the heat in my head was back and furious. I grinded my teeth against the ache and continued listening, knowing that this was important if I wanted to get rid of this demonic migraine.
"Alter?" I heard Cammie say, her voice was as strained as how I felt. But no one besides Liz seemed to notice her change of tone.
"Yes, alter. Alter memories. But that only happens when you are slapped on the shoulder or lower," Mr. Gomez explained.
"What happens when it's higher than the shoulder, let's say, the forehead," Cammie asked. Her voice held the air of confidence as she questioned our teacher. The question sounded innocent, that's why no one looked in Cammie's way (excluding the guys that are staring at her constantly). What Cammie was really saying was sinking in. On the forehead…an image appeared in my mind.
It was like a video replaying before me. I was reliving it. The instant I thought the girl I fell for died. She was being held by two burly men in black. Her face was beaten, bruised and bloody. The only thing that seemed alive about Cammie at that moment were here sapphire eyes that burned with emotion. Betrayal was what was brightest.
I saw a women with the face of my CoveOps teacher stick, what looked like a Napotine Patch onto her leaking forehead. And almost instantly the flame was extinguished, dulling. That's when I snapped back into reality. The headache was gone. My eyes moved frantically over to my right, my heart was pounding fast. It slowed down and relief flooded through me as I saw that my Gallagher Girl was still at my side, unharmed. How is it possible? I knew for sure that my heart had stopped. Cammie's pulse had stopped too, how is it possible?
"If it is higher than the shoulder, then it will act as a death-simulator and alter memories. It is to create a fake death," he explained. Whispers and murmurs floated around in the room, along with a few surprised gasps. At this, all the pieces seemed to fit together, all but one.
"It's still a prototype, the effects could be temporary," Cammie tapped, using Morse Code with her mechanical pencil. It shocked me at how fast she could read me, I always knew it would be annoying. Annoying for people to know what I'm thinking, but it's really different when Cammie did. I smiled despite the serious situation. I grabbed my pen and responded.
"Probably, I think we should tell the others,"
"That sounds like a good plan," she tapped back, using her fingertips. I listened to the pattern of her nails as they hit the table. I smirked and decided to ease the tension.
"I always make good plans," I said with my voice this time. She just rolled her ocean blue eyes, but gave me that smile I loved so much.
"Well, if you're so good at making plans, how about we make some plans for tonight?" she asked her pink lips were curved up into her good-but-not-good-enough smirk, God she's hot. I could hear the double meaning in her words though, it was time to tell the others. Tell them what happened. I knew our memories weren't back with us yet, but the patches would wear off. I smiled at her.
"It's a date," with that, I stepped up to her wrapped my arms around her surprised form and pressed my lips to her warm ones.
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