A/N: so heres the next chapter! I am TOTALLY OPEN FOR IDEAS! because even though I now where im kind of going with this… I could use some help… its probably gonna end soon. this is the second to last chapter, maybe. should it be? Tell me what you think!

And im gonna answer any questions…

Tasha- ummm…. ?

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He cant be dead.

Just cant.

Its not possible.

"Cammie…" Zach said, putting a hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me. "im so sorry…" he said.

I ignored him, and walked over to my dad. I kneeled next to him, and held his hand. I started to cry. then I felt a pulse.

Sure, it was slow, but it meant that we still had a chance. I looked up at my friends and saw that they were all confused, about my sudden change in emotion.

"he has a pulse, we need to get help, quick." I said, getting up. "im going to go get the adults. You guys stay here and make sure no guards come."

"ill come with you." Zach said.

I was going to be my normal, stubborn, self, but then I realized not complaining could be a matter if life and death. I nodded and we ran. Zach handed me a gun. We ran and found a group of guards. When they saw us, they started yelling and chasing us. We shot them and continued running.

Zach pointed to a latter, leading to who knows where. There were more guards, chasing us by now. We didn't have enough time to use the normal exit, because the guards were now right behind us. We ran over to the latter, and I climbed. Zach was right behind me, shooting guards, while climbing.

I tried to open the latch at the top of the latter, but it wouldn't budge. I tried again, and noticed it was locked, with a pass code.

The guards were getting closer, and more were coming. Zach was having a hard time shooting them, because there were so many.

I tried the word 'COC' but it was incorrect. A loud alarm sounded and everything was flashing red.

It was so loud; I couldn't hear what Zach was saying to me. I yelled "what could the password be!" at the top of my lungs.

He answered something that sounded like his name. So I tried it. 'Zachary Jared Goode.' It was correct. More guards were coming by the minute. They were now shooting at us.

Some guard shot my ankle. I was now sweating, and bloody. I pulled myself up, and I stood up, and realized how much my ankle hurt. I helped Zach up, and slammed the little door shut. Zach had been shot in the stomach. His shirt was all bloody. I took my jacket off, and rapped it around him.

He smiled at me, and we tried to catch a cab. But we couldn't find one. The door that we escaped out of opened and guards came climbing out.

We didn't have time to find a cab, we had to run. I started to run, ignoring my bloody ankle. We ran through the staring crowds. We must have looked crazy, to any normal person. we were both covered in sweat and blood, running through paris, being chased my a group of angry guards. My ankle was getting worse by the minute, but we continued to run. I tripped over a uneven part in the sidewalk. I landed right on my ankle.

I got up, and tried walking on it, but I couldn't. The guards were running around the corner, so Zach picked me up, bridal style, and ran. We were only a block away from the hotel now.

We ran into the hotel, and to the front desk, cutting the long line. "what room is Rachel Morgan staying in?" Zach panted.

All the people in the line were yelling and complaining that we cut them, but when they saw our condition, they quickly shut up.

"542." She answered.

We ran over to they elevator and slammed the button. The COC guards were just entering the hotel. They spotted us. The elevator finally opened and we rushed in. the guards were 2 feet away, when the elevator door closed. Thank god!

The ride was awkward. Normal civilians were staring at us. We were both started to get weak, and dizzy, from the loss of blood. The elevator door opened and we walked out. I breathing was getting slower, and slower, until we passed out.

Don't worry.

Were coming, dad.

Sooooo… what did you think?

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