Zach POV

She's gone. She ran out after lashing out at me. It was scary, it was like she was possessed. She turned from a confused 16 year old, being hunted by an ancient terrorist group led by Catherine (I refuse to call her my mum.) to a focused fighting machine. She did things even I hadn't learnt yet. And that's saying something, since I am the best.

Now I was left with Joe, Rachel and a broken nose, trying to figure out what just happened.

"Is it possible, that Catherine had Cam that summer, using the camp as a cover, before giving here the memory tea?" Rachel asked.

"I think that is what happened, but they obviously didn't get what they wanted, but what was it?" Joe replied.

"Something to do with Matt, but I have no idea what. We only had her for two days before, you know, she had to go." Rachel choked the words out, trying to hold it together. "Hang on. Matt went missing in June four years ago. But they wouldn't have. Surely?"

"I think they did."

"They did what?" I asked, sounding a bit naïve. I'm not normally naïve. But cut me some slack, I've just witnessed some sort of demon inside Cam (because of that evil woman), been punched in the face and watched the girl I like leg it out the door. Things were getting weird.

"By the sounds of it, they used Cammie as leverage against Matt. Watching someone you love get hurt is the worst, but most effective, form of torture. It's low, but not entirely unlike the circle, or more specifically Catherine." Joe answered me.

"I'm calling Abby." Rachel announced, and left the room, phone in hand. Abby is Rachel's younger sister, so Cam's aunt. They hadn't met yet because Abby was on a mission in Istanbul, or somewhere. She's always off doing missions, because, well she's the best there is. She used to hold that title alongside Rachel, Joe and Matt. But Matt went missing, and Rachel and Joe retired to teaching.

"Zach, where are the circle bases?" Joe asked me. I knew the answer, after all I had grown up moving from one to another. But I also knew what Joe was actually asking; 'Where would Catherine take Cam?' Joe does that a lot, asks a question but wants the answer to another one. I knew he wanted the latter answering, so I racked my brain. Then I realised, and shouted.

"The ring!"

Cammie POV

I woke up, strapped to an uncomfortable wooden chair, staring into a mirror, which stretched the length of the wall in front of me. The whole room was plain and concrete, with just a wooden door in the corner, and I was alone. This was definitely a different awakening to the last one I had.

Hang on, how did I actually get here? I remember Zach grabbing me. Then I hit something, and ran. But I'm not entirely sure, it's all a bit hazy. I know I hit something, and hit it hard, because my knuckles are throbbing, and I think they have their own pulse.

Suddenly the door opens and reveals a woman, with porcelain skin and auburn hair. Wait she was their before Zach grabbed me. Then it all came flooding back to me. She's Zach's mother. She knows about my amnesia. I fought her (How I fought her, I'm not entirely sure), then Zach dragged me away, then I hit… Oh my gosh, I hit Zach! Crap!

"Cammie, I see you remember what happened last night."

Did I say that out loud? I don't think I did.

"You didn't." she replied. What? She held up a small devise in her hand. "Mind reading devise. Just a prototype, but it seems to work just fine." This is so weird.

"Why am I here Catherine?"

She walked round me and leant against the mirror in front of me, arms crossed and smirking. I know where Zach gets it from.

"You see, Cameron. Four years ago I… acquired, shall we say, something of yours. It had something else I wanted. I needed." Her smirk grew. "You, helped me in doing so."

"What could I possibly have that you needed?"

"Well the list has grown since we first had you, but at that point, it was just the one thing."

"And what was that?"

"Where would be the point in telling you Miss Morgan? I'm sure you could figure it out yourself."

What could a 12 year old me have that this woman could possibly have wanted? I thought. She would hear the question weather I said it aloud or not.

"Oh no, you still have it, you've always had it." She replied slyly.

"What? A heart?" I meant it both seriously, because that's what's keeping me alive as far as I know, and as an insult, because Catherine clearly doesn't have a heart (figuratively). Either that or it's a stone. That's also frozen. Basically it's non-functioning and only generates evil.

Her face after that was amusing, to say the least. It was a look of pure shock and insulted-ness, I know it's not a word, but it fits her current facial expression so…
She quickly recovered and placed a stern look on her face.

"Maybe this will help you." her smirk returned, as she moved to the adjacent wall and pressed a button. The mirror changed into a window, clever. It changed to reveal a handsome man in a smart tux. He was about 40, and had short-ish wavy blonde hair, with matching stubble. He was staring coldly at me. I noticed his eyes. A bright blue. They were so bright. Like the ocean surrounding the Bahamas. There was only one person I knew who had eyes that colour.

Me.

His hair was the exact same shade of blonde as mine. I'd seen him before - there was no doubting his sharp jaw line. In Mom's pictures on his desk. There was only one person this man could be.

"Daddy?"