Hey everyone! Super sorry for the wicked late update, but school has been getting in the way. Next week is midterms :( But good news is I got into a summer program at Yale! I'll be spending about a month taking courses and staying there. So I have been trying hard to get into that. Anyways, this is super rushed and not thought out or proofread. I'm sorry! Review?

Their words mostly noises

Ghosts with just voices

Your words in my memory

Are like music to me

-Snow Patrol "Set Fire to the Third Bar"

No one made any move to disagree with or confirm at what I had just said. Instead, they all shared quick glances filled with worry. Zach kept his smoldering gaze trained on me. "Are you sure you want to do this Cammie?" Now it was my turn to ignore what had been said. I quickly turned on my heel and stalked through the woods. Eventually, I was met with the sight of a small stone house under a canopy of huge trees. The location was picked perfectly. No one would be able to spot it from the air.

The door was left partially open, so I slipped through it effortlessly. I didn't need to look back to know that everyone was cautiously following me. My senses were on high alert. However I didn't even notice where I was going until I was in the basement of the house. Everyone else was still searching the main part of the house. I was finally alone. My eyes scanned the room, but quickly locked onto the small bed in the corner of the room. I had to grab the railing to stop myself from collapsing.

"Cammie, we already took you to his grave. There is nothing else for you to discover. Just tell me what you know and I promise that this will all be over." In what way, I wasn't entirely certain. She probably meant that I would be dead. That seemed like the only way I could ever escape this pain. "Darling, I can make this so much worse for you. So much worse."

"How? How the hell can this get any worse?" My voice cracked from the dryness. She merely smirked at me in response.

"Oh, you know exactly how. You're too pretty for your own good." My wide eyes flitted over to where two of my male torturers stood. The younger one winked at me. I swiveled back to her.

"I don't know anything. I really don't know what you want of me." I didn't care that I had a tone of desperation. Desperate times call for desperate measures. And this was definitely a desperate time.

"Well, that is a pity. Looks like I will be leaving now," she turned over to the young men also in the room. "Don't get too wild. I still need her alive." As she closed the door behind her, I caught sight of something that flashed through her eyes. I couldn't help but wonder if it was regret. But I wasn't able to give it any thought when I felt a man's hands rest against my now bare waist.

I gasped for breath, repulsed at the sight of that horrid bed. My nails dug into my palm. The pain was distracting. It gave no room for thinking. I was surprised that I was still alone after all of the time that must have passed as I had that flashback. I was about to head back upstairs when I stopped. It was too quiet. I no longer heard voices above me.

I didn't jump when I heard a loud band above me. I stood frozen in place, not even daring to breathe.

"They have to be somewhere. This isn't a very big place." A deep, guttural voice broke the deafening silence. I heard at least three pairs of footsteps above me. They weren't even bothering to be quiet. Ever so slowly, I made me way to the opening underneath the stairs. Hiding seemed to be the only viable option. I could only hope that everyone else was hidden in safety.

Just then, I heard someone gasp.

Bang.

Pause for 2.7 seconds.

Another gunshot.

I had to swallow my screams of horror. I didn't want to know who had just been shot. Luckily, I didn't hear anything else. No one else had made their presence known.

"Check the basement." My heart began pounding wildly. I was terrified that they could hear it. Dust rained down on me as the stairs shook under all of the weight. Just when I thought that my time was up, that this was it, he came bursting down the stairs.

I stayed crouched under the stairs as I watched the scene unfold in front of me. Without even thinking, he shot two men with a precision that sent chills down my spine. He was severely outnumbered, with maybe three more to fight off. I knew I should help, but I was scared. And I hated myself for it. There was no way he could get out of this. Not in a fight against three other men. Where was Mr. Solomon? Abby? Mother? Bex? And where the hell was Grant?

My eyes stayed glued to his fighting form, silently cheering him on. His only gun was knocked out of his hand and slid within ten feet of me. I made no move to retrieve it. He would have to fight with just himself. Zach's strong arms captured one of the man's head, and with a quick witch, he snapped his neck. I couldn't myself to look away. Even though I really wanted to. As Zach caught another one of them in a headlock, he froze when he heard the click of a gun. It was trained on his head. They were at a stalemate.

I summoned the courage to slowly crawl over to where Zach's gun was lying on the dirt floor. His eyes met mine for a millisecond before returning to the man that could kill him at any moment.

"I have to give it to you Zach. That was a hell of a fight you just put up. Killed three men? Impressive. Your mother will be proud when she hears. You were the best I had ever seen. Oh, how the mighty have fallen." His laugh echoed throughout the otherwise silent house. I was sure everyone could hear every word. Zach said nothing in return, but only tightened his grip on the man in his arms. If he wasn't dead before, he was now.

"You know the hot little thing that you 'love'? I had her this summer. She's a fun one, even if she wasn't really into it." And I knew who this young man was. I would recognize that awful voice anywhere.

That was all I needed to send a bullet through his head.

The guilt would come later.

Zach dropped the man in his arms and just stood there staring at me. If he were anybody else, I would've thought he wanted to cry right then. But this was Zach. And Zach Goode does not cry.

"I'm sorry." For what, I wasn't really sure. If I said anything, I would sob or scream. He slowly crept up to me, treating me as if I was a wild animal. "We need to go check up on and find everyone." Zach's hands gently guided me up the staircase. It was hard to put all of my thoughts together.

"I heard someone get shot Zach." I turned to look back at him. His eyes were the darkest I had ever seen. He looked like a fallen angle. Blood stained his hands and was smeared over his clothes. "Zach?"

"I heard it too." My gut clenched in suspense. "Liz and Bex ran out of the house. I think I saw Grant chase one of the assassins out of the house as well. I'm sure they are fine. It's the others I'm concerned about. "

Suddenly, I slipped on the slick ground and groaned in pain. Zach spun around to help me, but turned deathly pale. I raised an eyebrow at him before looking down at what I was slipped on. All I could see was red. Red was everywhere. And as I looked at its owner, only one thought entered my mind.

Orphan.

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