Chapter 5:
ZPOV:
Great, now Cammie hated me. The girl I loved hated me with all her heart. I felt pained as she walked away but i knew that i deserved it. I mean, I had agreed to kill her without knowing her. It's not something you that you can easily forgive and forget.
I turned to walk back in the other direction but it was blocked by three men. Three men that i had seen yesterday.
"So now I see why you decided to leave the mission." The man in the middle said.
He continued, "You fell for the girl. How sweet."He smirked. Not just any smirk, it was my trademark smirk. The one I used with Cammie. He was teasing me! I wish I could take him right then and there! If only I had backup!
He took a small pause "It's a pity that you'll never get a chance to be with her, even if you do escape."
Worry suddenly rushed through me, I think it showed in my voice as I said, "What do you mea-"
They cut me off.
"Oh in time boy, you'll see." Said the man on the right.
Then i saw it coming. The man on the left had a napotine patch in his hand. He was unsuccesfully trying to hide it..
I knew there was no way to stop him, since there were three of them, and only one of me so I yelled out hoping that cammie would still be in the earshot.
I punched the middle man hard in a pressure point so that it knocked him out. I round- house kicked (I know I was stealing Bex's move) the other so that it did the same to him. It only left the man with the napotine patch. At least I could have some dignity left. I smirked as he slapped the napotine patch onto me.
I soon let the blackness take over.
**~~~**
I woke up in a small, cold cell. There was nothing in it. The walls were made up of a dull grey stone and there was only a small stone bench. There was a square window, which I thought could be my ticket out, but I soon noticed that there was a series of vertical and horizontal bars.
I was all alone. So, I went to sit on the bench when I noticed a small piece of lined paper.
A note? It read:
It's either you or the girl. You choose.
I couldn't let them get Cammie. The decision was easy. I had to pay for my actions, and if this was it, fine. I didn't really care about the actions of the mission, just the actions of hurting her. I couldn't stand it knowing that I'd hurt her. I couldn't take it. The worst part was that I knew that she'd never forgive me, which meant that I also could never forgive myself.
I laid on the cold bench for hours hoping that sleep would come upon me. No luck.
I sat there then, thinking of Cammie and all the times we'd had together. I mostly tried to replay the face she had right before we left towards the end of the exchange. She looked in complete awe as I dipped her and kissed her. That was one of the best days of my life. And I did it for several reasons to. I did it, because I loved her (well, at the time, it was still more of a crush.) And second, I did it because it was probably one of the last times I'd see her. I was wrong. This was the last I'd see of her.
Then my mind went to the time we were in the train. In the collapsible bunk. I thought about how beautiful she looked in that dress-even though it wasn't something she'd usually wear. She still looked great. I was so mad at her though for putting herself in danger! Didn't she know people were after her? Well, she thought they were after Macey, but still. Yet, I'd wanted to kiss her again so badly, but I knew I couldn't. I couldn't get too attached. I knew I was quitting the job, but I knew I couldn't see Cammie after. I mean, they probably were still going to go after her. And if they saw me with her, thay would've probably put her in even more danger!
I then brought my mind to the night of the election party. When the shooters came and shot Cammie's Aunt. It was so hard for me to leave her, but I knew that I had to leave, or else they'd find me. So I-
A man in a dull grey uniform distracted me from my thoughts. He came with a tray of food. He asked for my decision first, and then handed me the food.
It looked good so, just in case, I slipped out my food poisoning dectector pen out of my pocket (a gift from my uncle before he died). It was clear. I began eating then once I was finished went back to thinking of Cammie.
**~~~**
Days came and went and they were all pretty much the same. I knew that it would probably be like this for the rest of my life, so I tried to look on the bright side of things.
Which, may i add, wasn't easy, since there wasn't really a bright side to anything.
CPOV:
I got to the bridge to find that Zach was gone. It wasn't very helpful, Zach was always good at disappearing. Well, not as good as me, I mean I was a pavement artist, but I told myself that it wasn't the time to think about who was better at dissapearing.
I looked around the brigde to see if there was any trace of well, anything! I was looking around when I tripped over something. God, I was turning in to Liz more each and every day!
I looked back to the object I had tripped on. It was Zach's watch. I wouldn't never admitted it, but I would've know it any where. How'd it get here? I stood there for a minute letting my spy insincts kick in. I was going to go with my gut because I had no other information. No clues. No hunches.
Wait. I was so stupid! I was so glad to have spy and girl instincts. The girl in me kept replaying the scene over and over in my head. Then it clicked! They might've taken him! I bent down to pick up the watch, when I found of piece of paper in it. It was smudged but read:
Come to 3513 Kings *smudge*. (A/N: I dunno if this really is a street in London, but let's just pretend it is) Be there at 2 *smudge*
Don't *smudge* late. We *smudge* an *smudge*.
Was this a note to Zach? To the people who wanted me dead? To me? To whom? And what did they need! And Kings what? Kings street? Kings Way? Kings Blvd?
I saw some sort of a castle thing in the distance, and this time going with my gut I ran towards it, not knowing what was waiting for me next. I mean, Kings meant castles right? I was just going with my best bet.
And boy, let me say, was I in for it!
I sprinted towards the entrance of the castle. I knew I couldn't go in that way, but it was the easiest wasy to find alternate entrances. I got to the front and saw my way in. It was so obvious! Almost like Gallgher, but not really. This, no matter how dangerous it was, was going to be fun. I started creeping towards my special entrance.
A/N: Alright, I know this was pretty short. But it was the best I can do- I mean I am out of the country! I probably won't update until I get 10-15 more reviews or so... So, even if it wasn't the best chappy, I'd like to hear what you thought!
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