Christin Solomon
Chapter 38/39-Bad Thoughts
A/N: I know, it's been like three months since I've updated. Sorry, sorry, my bad, my bad, but now here is probably the last exciting chapter of this story. I do have a plan for chapter 40, but nothing big is going to happen, that doesn't mean you don't read it ;) I am combing chapters 38 and 39 so 40 will make sense. I know it's going to say only chapters 38 and 39, but chapter 40 will be an author's note to tell everyone about my one-shot closer for Christin Solomon. Oh yeah, and they were supposed to find that note. Also, the whole pipe bombs and timers will fall into place.
Christin's POV (Chapter 38)
"Those bombers we fought on the top of the hospital were CIA operatives who were really relaying back to the Circle of Cavan," I looked at Rosie and waited, "They each have one child in the Senior Class at Gallagher Academy, Kim Lee, and Tina Walters." My eyes went wide and I realized that my brothers and their girlfriends and my parents and just everybody was in danger, but Rosie wasn't finished, "Their end of the year exam is to split into two sides and retrieve the Alumni Disk from the other side, it's in a forested area and a little bit of an open plain in between. We have to save them."
I blinked and thought about everything ending. My mother and father lying on the floor, blood pooled around them as the Circle of Cavan stole the Alumni Disk, and almost every spy's life without a finger raised to stop them. My two older brothers, Shawn with a bullet, looking up sightlessly at the sky, just waiting for that decision to be made, Shane, whispering his last words of Shakespeare as the pain slowly, ever slowly, seeped away into oblivion, and no one there to give them a word of hope, of reassurance, of love. Then there was Chris and that thought was already digging daggers into my heart, chipping away piece by piece the love and comfort that my brother gave me whenever I thought of him. There had to be some law that my brother couldn't die something to assure that he would be there, safe, and sound. But life never played fair, life hated the very thought of giving back a little of what it took, because life never made anything easy, ever.
"Christin," Rosie said my name and I looked up at her golden, guarded eyes that rarely expressed what she was feeling. But now they showed empathy and I realized I wasn't the only one risking a loved one in this fight.
"You won't lose Chris, and I won't lose Grant," She told me in her wise voice. I looked at her and saw for once the stone confidence that fueled the very essence of Rosie Star Newman. Sometimes, that was all a spy had left at the end of the day. When their family was a million miles away, and the cell phone on the nightstand just a little bit out of arms farthest reach, it was who you are that saves you from the darkness that closes in, that twists around your thoughts till it feels like your tearing up. That's what makes a spy, a spy, not the training, not the family line, just who you are.
"We will be descending in approximately fifteen minutes," The pilot informed through his headset. I stared at the ground, ten of thousands of feet below us. Somewhere down there, my brothers and family were training, trying to master the last bit of what they needed to know before they went into the spy field, but none of them knew what was going to happen.
Chris. I whispered in my thoughts. Maybe I was desperate to hear my brother's voice before hell rained down, but there was a quiet, loving reply from him, Christin. The helicopter began to descend and I felt my automatic reaction to tuck my soft, gooey emotions away, and let the hard, tough ones show because that was what would keep me on my toes and alive. The helicopter landed on a clear patch and Rosie and I were sprinting as fast as we could with the guys on our heels. There was cussing and thuds echoing to us from the north where the two teams had been unleashed on each other. Before I knew it, Chris was beside me, our running synchronized as if we were sharing one pair of legs, one breath, one mind. We bounded in, splitting off from Rosie and Johnny, I located Kim Lee but she was on the other side of the plain. No matter, I would get her on way or the other.
She was fighting with Macey McHenry and the McHenry was holding her own. Unintentionally giving me more time to get a few weapons from Chris, he passed me three knives and two guns, but it was slightly difficult with an all out battle raging around our running forms. I sprinted and hurdled and just let my natural athletic way take hold. I dodged and dove and avoided punches and kicks from some of them who didn't know better. I would keep them in mind for later when they were graduating. But there's no time to think about that now. I pushed my legs faster because McHenry was starting to get tired and Kim Lee was gaining her edge back. My hand found a knife and flew toward her in a tackle. She landed on her stomach, leaving me sitting on her back, a knife slightly pressed against her throat.
"Where's the bomb?" I demanded. Macey stared at me, horrified while Chris told her to go find an adult. She nodded, shaking slightly, and ran toward the tree line. Kim laughed a cold, Vaudeville laugh.
"You won't find it, idiot," She laughed harshly again as if she ha smoked something before this.
"I said where is it!" I snapped and pressed the knife into her neck a little more but she just laughed as if she were playing a game.
"Just wait, you won't be able to save anyone, and then they will reward me, sweetly, and I will be one of the richest people in the world!" She cackled like a witch again.
"No they won't! Don't you get it, you'll be dead when you succeed. Dead men tell no secrets, do you really think they are going to let a Gallagher trained spy live after one of their biggest massacres in history?" My patience was almost gone. Then I saw her eyes waver, her confidence shaking as the truth started to finally sink in.
"But . . . no, they'll reward me, they promised," Her voice shook as she started to shake herself, realizing the fate she had invited into her mind and heart.
"Their reward, idiot, is your death," I stood up, my hands forming iron shackled as I transferred her over too Chris. He blinked and started leading her into the forest. She can be thrown down into the deepest hole for all I care now. I had to find Tina Walters before it was too late.
"Grant!" I heard Rosie scream and saw her push him out of the way, not a moment later was there a tiny boom of a handgun.
Christin's POV (Chapter 39)
But it all seemed to pass in slow motion as the bullet penetrated the upper right part of her chest, above the heart, but below the shoulder. She looked down at the blood as it started to flow from the wound, like a river, and then she went to her knees, the mighty form of Rosie Newman fell to her knees, and then to the ground, her hand covering the bullet hole.
"No!" Grant yelled as he half ran, half stumbled his way over to his sister's body. He went to his knees beside her. Chris was suddenly there, as if he had been standing there the whole time, and started ripping his shirt to shreds and padding it on Rosie's wound. Somehow double handing it since the bullet had passed leanly without being stuck.
Tina Walters took off, her hand tucking something into her hoody pocket, but there was no way she was going to escape me. My legs felt like they were on fire as I sprinted after the girl who had injured my best friend. She pulled out the gun and started shooting behind her, at me, but you can't aim that well, and it usually means running at a slower pace. Just what I needed to catch her. I zig zagged my path, never keeping a pattern, and got with in five feet when I tackled her. The gun clattered twenty feet away and I was lucky it didn't go off. But I was too angry and filled with adrenaline to care about a little bullet at the moment.
"Where's the bombs or whatever, tell me now!" I yelled in her face. Her eyes looked wide and scared because if there's one thing about me that you haven't figured out, I'm not a happy spy when my best friend has been shot. I'm willing to beat the heck out of someone if it means saving lives, and maybe getting a little revenge in the process.
"It's the alumni disk on our side, the second somebody picks it up, the sides have sensors that will send a signal to all Gallagher computers and the Circle of Cavan will be able to hack into whatever they want to, just please, don't hurt me," She closed her eyes in fear and I delivered a punch in her face, and then moved to a pressure point that nicely knocked her out. My legs were tired but yet they were loyal and ran as fast as they could.
It wasn't long till I spotted the alumni disk hanging from a tree in a little CD protector. But I wasn't the only one after it.
"Stop, it's not safe!" I screamed from my exhausted lungs. As I came closer, I recognized Zoe Airson. She laughed quietly. I pulled out my gun and pointed it at her and she stopped, all but a couple of feet away from the Alumni disk.
"Step away from the disk, Zoe, now," I commanded but the crooked smile played on her face and she pretended to poke it but her finger never touched it.
"What are you even going to do Christin?" She taunted and laughed like a deranged hyena, "Your twenty feet away with a gun, but that can't stop me from activating the virus that will destroy the Gallagher computer walls so my people can destroy yours. In the end Solomon, the bad guys will win, and those bad guys are the Circle of Cavan." She smiled giddily and my finger pulled back on the trigger. Her hand wasn't less than a centimeter away from that disk, but then it was six feet away, because it had gone done with the limp body that had been Zoe Airson, FBI Agent, and CoC operative. My hand shook as I dropped the gun. I had never killed a person like that before. Even though I had saved hundreds of people from what the CoC might have done, the thought was still eating away at my mind. I had just killed somebody with a gun, as if it were nothing to pull back the trigger and end their life.
I sat down and waited for somebody to come. I let my mind take me to a different place, a different time.
"Daddy!" I yelled excitably as he pulled up to our home. My little feet carried me out the door and into his arms. But my mind twisted this happy memory into bad thoughts. It was a horrible man, the one that had tried to kill me when I was eight because I knew too much about his gang. He snarled and laugh and showed me the pictures of my father, dead. I screamed and tried to struggle out of his grip but he didn't relinquish.
My bad thoughts had blocked out anything until I felt a pair of strong, familiar arms, pick me up and take me away from Zoe, from Rosie, from anything that would put me in pain.
"Down in the valley, the valley so low
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow
Down in the valley, the valley so low"
"Roses love sunshine, violets love dew
Angels in heaven know I love you
Know I love you, dear, know I love you
Angels in heaven know I love you . . ."
The angel's voice faded away on the wind, back into heaven, and away from my darkness.
"Rosie's fine Christin, the shot was clean. Grant and Johnny are with her in the infirmary right now. Your mom and dad are fine, so are your two older brothers. Chris will meet us at Gallagher. You saved hundreds of lives Christin, I hope you know that above all else,"
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