Ok, did not get very many reviews on the last chapter so let's pick it up a little bit. Sorry it's taken me awhile to update. I'm reading The Maximum Ride series and I can't stop reading it. Right now I'm waiting for the weekend so I can get the next one.
End of long authors note….. Chapter 5!
Chapter 5 Zach's pov.
I sat in my cell, sore, bloody, hungry. I had been in there for about two weeks, I think. There was no way for me to keep track of the time.
One of my eyes was a nice yellowish- purple. Dried blood covered half of my face and was all over my hands.
The Rolling Stone's t-shirt Cammie had given me for Christmas was torn and dirty. She would be so pissed at me since it was a vintage one of a kind t-shirt and was worth a lot of money.
I just sat there taking the beatings, waiting for those reinforcements that I had called for days ago.
I pulled my wedding band off to reveal the only clean skin on my body. I turned the ring in my fingers wonder what Cammie had to tell me before I left. I hoped I would get the chance to know at some point.
I groaned and fell back on the cot. I really just wanted Cammie with me right now. But that's why I was here. For Cammie.
I closed my eyes and dozed off since there was nothing better to do. Vaguely in my dream I heard the door open. I felt fingers touching my face. Than a sharp slap across the cheek.
Momentary I thought it was Cammie trying to get me to wake up in the morning since sometimes it ends up with her slapping me. I blink my eyes open. "Mom?" I said in disbelief. She looked at me her green eyes that were just like mine showed no emotion whatsoever. "Aw, is my little Zachy hurt?" she asked in a mocking voice.
I started to lunge at her, for all the pain she had caused me. For all the pain she had causes us. For all the pain she had caused Cammie. All those nights when Cammie would wake up screaming, the covers tangled around her, how she would shake in fear as I held her. I wanted revenge for all she had done.
My mom snapped her fingers and I was forced back on the cot, my head snapping back and giving me a bad case of whiplash.
"Clean him up boys, I need to have a talk with my son." She said turning away. I was forced to my feet and my hands were tied behind my back. I was dragged and prodded down the dark stone hall.
A mountain is not the best for a headquarters. There could be an earthquake causing the mountain to crumble, and avalanche and someone could surround it. Someone could even set a bomb inside. Than everything would go BOOM!
Only without me in it. Me gone. Back with Cammie and my friends. They shoved me into a windowless white room. I heard the door lock behind me. I wrangled my hands from the ties and study the room.
It was stark white with a shower head planted in a corner. There was a single white chair too. A small table held some simple bathing materials.
I stepped out of my torn and dirty clothes and they were grabbed from under the door. I hoped I got them back. Than Cammie would be super pissed. But probably happier to see me than anything since now I'm probably officially classified as MIA.
I washed away the dried blood, the dirt. I felt better after a shower. There was a nice razor for me to use. Who knew the COC gave such nice products to their prisoners.
New clothes appeared from under the door. I hesitantly slipped them on. "Shit." I mumble. These weren't my clothes. But I had nothing else to wear. There was an ace bandage for me to wrap my sprained wrist in. I winced as I did this.
As soon as I was done I was taken to a long empty room. Computer screens covered one wall; plans for their Gemini project cover other walls and some computer screens. Liz and Jonas had to see this. It would be a good collaborating project for them.
"Aw, Zach, you look so much more handsome when you're not covered in blood." My mother crooned as she came in. "and who caused that?' I mutter.
My mother shot me a glare. "So, how's life Zachy?" she asked sitting in front of me. "It was going fine." I said. "And how's Cameron?" she asked, sounding like she knew something she I didn't.
I didn't answer, but glared at her. "I'm guessing she's moping around home, missing you, knowing you're not coming back, just like her daddy, we did away with years ago." I sat there, wanting to break out of my restraints.
"You killed Cammie's father?" I said. My mom nodded. "We have video evidence too." She said and pressed something on the table.
One of the computer's sprang to life. She pressed another button. I watched in horror as they shot Matthew Morgan down with ten 22's.
"First her dad, now you. She'll be in our hands in no time." My mom said. "Not if I have anything to do with it." I said. "Of course Zachy, you'll do anything for her. That is why you're here. You're the perfect bait and you will be useful in this next project we have planned." She said.
I glare at her, trying to break out, but to no avail. My mom pressed another button. "Now one more thing Zachy. Did you know your wifey is pregnant?" my mom said tauntingly.
I shook my head. "I don't believe you, and if she was pregnant than I will kill you so Cammie and MY child will be safe." I growled. My mother tutted me before patting my head. She kissed my cheek before leaving.
I wiped it off like I did when I was kid. Than felt my self-pulled out of the chair.
I stumbled into a room after being thrown in. It was not my cell. It was a comfortable room, almost replicating mine and Cammie's room. This was creepy.
A note stood on the bed.
Zachary, you will be sleeping here for the night before we relocate you. Nothing is drugged or poisoned. We need you in top condition for tomorrow. Sleep well. ~ Circle of Cavan
'Fat chance." I said throwing the not to the floor, crumpling it. I checked everything. Nothing seemed wrong with the room. Why would they want me in top condition for tomorrow?
A tray of food was rolled in. I tested that too but I was so hungry I ate it. Stripping down to my boxers I slipped between the clod sheets half expecting Cammie's warm body in bed, ready for me to wrap my arms around her. But she wasn't there.
Sighing, I rolled to my side. Why would my mother say Cammie was pregnant? I hoped Cammie wasn't pregnant. If she really was, which I doubted I should be there not here. In the most almost civilized MIA conditions I've ever heard of.
Bex, Grant, Liz, Jonas and Macey could take care of Cammie. They better, or they were all dead. Slowly, I felt sleep consume me.
Bout time I got this chapter up. Let's go for over 20 reviews this time. Last chapter slacked off a little. So let's try for over 20! Next chapter will be Cammie's ultrasound. Should I continue with what's going on with Zach because I have some ideas? (.) REVIEW!