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Chapter 19
Cammie POV
I fell lightly from the ceiling, the ground rushing towards me. I touched the ground and ducked as a fist flew towards me a second after I touched down. These people were good. They were better than the others. I felt a spark of worry. I saw a goon running towards me, brandishing a knife. I promptly flung myself up and over him then slapped a napotine patch on his neck. He fell instantly. I turned to find more goons running towards me. I ran forward and spun elegantly before extending a leg a knocking the light out of one of the guys. I felt a sudden sting on my arm, I spun and found a guy holding a bloody knife. I ducked and swept out a leg before getting another napotine patch. I looked down at my arm and saw blood running down a long cut. I winched lightly and threw another punch at a mullet cut dude holding a baseball bat. I had just knocked him out when I suddenly saw Zach hurl himself at me, coming between me and another goon, who I hadn't notice creep up on me. I shivered lightly. I didn't want to think about what would've happen if Zach wasn't there. I mouthed a thank you before turning my attention back to the guys at hand. There were 7 or 8 left, and we were taking care of them pretty good. But then I felt a nagging worry at the back of my mind. Something was wrong. I knew it was. As I kicked and punched I felt it pulsing at the back of my mind. I watched as the guy tumbled to the ground, hitting the ground with a thud. Suddenly a vivid image appeared before my eyes. Jonathan tumbling towards the ground, and that man standing there laughing, holding a gun. Then it hit me. I hadn't seen that man yet. I felt so cold, so scared because something was wrong. I could feel it. Around me, the men fell, one by one hitting the ground by the hands of my friends. The last man fell to the ground as we panted and tried to smile. I couldn't. Suddenly there was a click behind me. I turned to see the barrel of a gun 2 metres from me. I looked up to see the man holding the gun. That man. He smiled at me and cocked his head, fingering his gun.
"Hello sweetheart, fancy seeing you here today."
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There was such a deadly silence in the room it felt like no one was breathing. I certainly wasn't. I was staring at the gun pointed at my heart. The man smiled at me, a cold, hard smile.
"Cammie, it's been a while darling," he said smoothly looking at me, "tell me, how have you been these last 3 years?" I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. I was frozen.
"Cammie, don't you want to introduce me to your friends?" he asked innocently, his face calm, his features genuinely curious. I felt a spark of rage flare up in my stomach. I wasn't the only one. Zach tensed, looking scared and angry. The man noticed this. He smiled again.
"Cammie, another boy already? It's only been 3 years Cammie and already breaking hearts?" his voice floated around the room, threatening, lingering. My body felt numb. He looked at Zach.
"Let me tell you a secret," he whispered to Zach, "Cammie's little boyfriends don't usually end up very well." He grinned at me coldly.
"Remember Jonathan darling?" Something snapped inside me at the mention of his name.
"Darling, last time I told you I needed you to do something so I could pull the trigger. But this time," he cocked his head and regarded me thoughtfully, "seeing as you almost threw me in jail the last time we met, I think I'm going to pull the trigger anyway." He shrugged and pulled the trigger.
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