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Cammie's POV:
We spent almost an hour after we had said goodbye to Anneliese, Tobias, and Sven walking around in circles, 'Making sure that there was no one following us'. I think we were lost, but that's just me…
When he had finally decided that it would be all right to continue our trip, Zach finally decided to tell me where we were going, "Werner Beerdigungen, established on the right side of the Berlin Wall a few years after World War II…it was used to sneak people out of the country even way back then."
Lovely, "So we are sneaking out of the country…leaving from a FUNERAL HOME…okay…so do I even want to know how we're leaving?"
Zach gave me one of his patented smirks, "Probably not…"
"But you're still planning to tell me."
Alex laughed and Zach smirked again, "Yep…in a casket."
OH JOY, "In a casket?"
"Geeze, I thought that these spy girls are supposed to be smart." Alex deadpanned.
"Shut up."
Another smirk, "Come on, we don't want to miss our connection."
When is this trip going to be over?
If you have ever been to a funeral home, it might have been in a big old Victorian house…well this one was in more of a castle. It was freaking huge…they must have more than one funeral at a time or something…lots of dead bodies means lots of caskets…right?
We snuck up to the back of the castle and Zach pointed to a snow covered trellis that was fastened to one of the chimneys, "I'll go first."
His shoes crunched on the snow toward the chimney; both Alex and I stood back and watched as Zach deftly scrambled up the trellis. At the third story, he paused and shuffled across the trellis, stretching his left leg out to the window closest to him. He reached out with his left arm and grabbed the far edge of the window and quickly pulled himself over. I let out the breath that I didn't even know I was holding…just as Zach moved to the next window, following the same maneuvers.
He did this a total of three times before he gently pulled open one of the tall windows and quietly stepped inside. He was gone for a few seconds before he stuck his head back out, "Okay, come on up, Cammie."
I nodded and like Zach, I grabbed the icy trellis and started to climb. It was pretty easy going, the trellis was strong and the further up there was less ice. I reached the first window in just a few minutes, and stretched my leg out…which was not as easy as Zach made it look; his legs are longer than mine. The first window was not icy; it was a quick pass through. I checked out the second window before I stepped on it…unfortunately I didn't look close enough. Just as I put my other foot on the sill, I felt myself start to slip back, "Zac-!" I started.
But I didn't get the chance to finish.
A List of Things That Pass Through One's Mind While Hanging Off a Two Inch Window Sill
By Cameron Morgan
1. I am going to die.
2. I need a belt, because my pants are falling down and I will never live it down if I flash two hot guys.
3. I am going to be splattered all over the snow…in Germany.
4. Bex is going to kill me if I mess up my manicure.
5. I do not want to die.
6. I REFUSE TO DIE!
* Fingers start to slip even more, become aware of someone going up the trellis as fast as they can *
7. I am going to DIEEEEEEEE!
Just as my left hand slipped off the edge of the window I heard a grunt and felt two strong hands reach out and grab me. I refrained from letting out the little shriek that was lodged in the back of my throat. The hands pulled me up and I carefully stepped back onto the sill without opening my eyes. I felt myself being pulled into the room and only when my feet were planted firmly on the floor did I open my eyes…to see a tall, grizzled old man with a very large gun in his hand.
Alex's POV:
Cammie was doing just as Zach had done; climb, foot to the sill, then hand, and all was going well until she hit the second window. She must not have felt it but her first foot was sliding back a little, but I just figured that she would catch herself, but when her other foot landed on the second window, the first one flew out from under her and she was falling. She started to say something but it was cut off as she scrambled to catch herself. I saw her grasp the sill, just in time to keep her from hitting it and then all was still.
I raced for the trellis, unsure if Zach would be able to get in a position to help her or not. I was about to step on to the first window sill when I heard a sliding sound. I glanced up just in time to see an old man reaching out the window and grab Cammie's wrist. She had her eyes tightly squeezed shut and she was carefully scrambling up towards the man.
I started to call out, but then stopped myself, I didn't want to catch Cam off guard, it would be bad if she fell again. By the time I got to the first window, Cammie was inside and I heard the window close. I jumped to the second sill just in time to see the door to the room close…and there was no sign of either Cammie or the old man.
I tried to pull open the window but it was either stuck or locked, I couldn't tell. I moved quickly, this whole thing was making me nervous. The window where Zach had been was still open, the long lacy curtains floating in the chilly wind and a light dusting of snow covered the floor near the window.
I carefully stepped in, glancing around the room. It was set up as some sort of a parlor, it had a bunch of old fashioned wing-back chairs, an interesting choice of wall paper, several large paintings gracing the walls, a small fire place (which was unlit), a fancy rug on the hard wood floor, and a small wooden card table. There weren't any other doors I could see and no place for anyone to hide…so where was Zach? I moved swiftly to the door and turned the knob. Locked.
I glanced around the room again, more than one question floating around my head, where were Zach and Cammie? And who was that old man? Why was the door locked? I heard a faint creak behind me, and who was in the room with me? I started to spin around when whoever it was grabbed my arm and yanked it behind my back, with his other arm around my neck. I tried to flip him but he shifted his weight at the last second and shoved a handkerchief into my face. I took a breath and realized to late what was on it, chloroform. I kept fighting, my limbs and eye lids becoming increasingly heavy. My last thought as I sunk to the floor was what next?
Hahaha, cliff hanger! If I don't have too much homework to do tomorrow…or a snow day I might upload another chapter!
Has anybody seen I Am Number Four? I just saw it last night and it was AMAZING! I need to read the book now…And just FYI, Number 6 is my new role model…talk about bad a**!
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