Has anyone else like answer and call and text everyone for a few days and then all of the sudden drop off the face of the earth?

I have. But I guess you know that right?

Disclaimer: I own nothing... so far...

CHAPTER 4

'Whose eyes are those?'

The question still haunted me when we came to a safe house that apparently 'no one knew about', if I'd had learn to distrust my mother I had no problem distrusting her.

I didn't know much about Natalia, if that was even her real name. She looked about I guess 14, but had the experience as any legend would.

But she was no chameleon, in fact I'd say she was almost a perfect spy, she didn't make mistakes, but she was simply too beautiful to be a pavement artist.

She had long black hair and slate grey eyes, and sometimes she almost looked like Macey (talk about jealously problems).

Yeah, she was just that beautiful.

This is why I knew better than to stay with her too long, because she could be easily recognized (plus she made me feel like the ugly stepsister).

Maybe you could say I didn't want to hurt another person, but honestly I just wanted to do this on my own.

If I had a partner, what would the whole point of running away, of leaving everyone behind?

And why would I even bother?

That night I had planned an escape, through a window. I thought she would put up a little bit more security, but apparently she doesn't have enough experience for that kind of stuff.

It didn't hit me till I was outside in the freezing cold, that I realized I had absolutely no idea where I was.

It was obviously a place that was cold, and there was tons of snow. But other than that I had no idea where I was (I'm a spy, not the Wizard of Oz).

"I knew you would try this. You Morgan's are all the same."

It took me a while to actually process what she had really said. What she really meant. And when it did, it hurt.

"What do you know about Morgan's?" I asked her taking a warning step forward (well, I hope it looked warning).

"I know enough to be a target," she said a smirk growly slowly on her lips.

"A target for whom?" I asked taking another step.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she said turning around and walking back into the cabin.

And right there and then I could have sworn she was some strange girl reincarnation of Zach. (As crazy as it might sound, you know it's true)

But I didn't hesitate. I didn't wait. I was gone.

But not before a rag was over my mouth and a familiar voice spoke into my ear.

"Sorry Gallagher Girl, lights out."

Now who could that be?

Yes all you Zammie lover better get ready cause he's a coming in! (*wink*wink* and someone else too!)

Nat