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Macey POV-Chmerman Sanitarium

I had to do it. I didn't want to, but I had to. There was no other option-if I wanted to make it out of this game alive.

Oh, who am I kidding? There was no way I could survive this. I had already dug my own grave and knocked out all the sense I had.

Well, scratch that. I had some sense left in me. Sense was what brought me to this sanitarium in the first place-if any of my plans to get out of this mess would work, it would most likely be this one.

~(...)~

Yesterday Night

Mini Flashback

I stared out the window, watching the whole scene unveil. There was Catherine, talking to her son. Squinting, I saw there was somebody on the floor…Cammie? It was Cammie. Did Catherine get to her? I didn't want to think about that.

Yes, this is odd. I didn't want Cammie to die. Yet, I was working with the same group that was trying to kill her, right?

Wrong. No matter what they tell you, it's wrong. They didn't want to kill her-they would be dead if they did. I'm the only one who had the real answers.

But I went through hell trying to get them.

Once they had converted me, I was a changed person. You know that hole inside your chest where your heart belongs? That turned to stone. I was once a peacock with her feathers too bright and who stuck out in all the wrong places. So they had to do major work with me. And in the end?

I turned into a cold, heartless killer.

Yes, that part you already know. But there's more to the story. And like I said earlier, I was the only one who knew it all. And let me tell you, it was definitely a story to tell the grandchildren.

Backstories aside, let's return to reality. I knew I couldn't change a single thing- I was far too gone. But I could resort to the most common thing- I could run. Run back to the world of civilians, to be more accurate. Or I could go where all insane killers belong.

Yes, because by this point, I thought I was crazy.

I quickly devised an escape plan in my mind. It was perfect-well, almost. I was Macey McHenry. The senator's daughter.

And apparently, senators' daughters aren't allowed to be crazy.

So I had to put in a little bit more work. Firstly, I hastily wrote a note to my roommates, then threw it out the window. I honestly didn't care who found it. Right now, I had more important manners to deal with.

I reached under Liz's bed and pulled out her red duffel bag for her disguises class. There was so much content in there. I took out three quarters of her things and put it in a turquoise duffel, then kept the original and whatever remained there. I shoved in a bunch of clothes and other things. Then, I put in my CU bag. It had all of my mission info and stuff in there. Before I sealed it, I gently put in my blonde wig.

There was only one thing left to do before I left. I headed to the bathroom with a bottle of red hair dye and a special tool to change some of my features. Let's just say, the only thing that was left of Macey McHenry was her 'ice, cold' blue eyes.

I looked out the window to survey the scene one last time, to see if there was any reason I should back out. I shook my head and quickly started the escape, leaving them forever.

~(…)~

I lie in my bed and try to erase all those horrible memories from my mind. It failed.

There was that one from last night that really irked me. It was when Liz, who apparently was the one who picked that piece of paper up, was reading my note. I could just see the gears shifting in her head and I could practically read her mind. I knew what she was thinking. And I don't know if I hated that more than the fact that she was having a mini mental breakdown.

But that was the scene I had left with. And I just wished that when I had watched that note fly freely through the wind, I could suddenly turn like that piece of paper. Because I just realized that's what I wanted.

I wanted to be free.

Liz POV-9:00 AM, Blackthorne Dormitories

I was frozen in my spot in front of the bathroom mirror. My feet were glues to the floor, and there was no way there were going to move easily.

I just finished my shower. We were getting excused from classes again (of course I'm the only one who hates this) so we can visit Ms. Cray Cray in her sanitarium. By far, I was the most affected by this. Sure, Bex was the one attacked by Macey, and Cammie was her target, but Bex was tough enough while Cammie didn't even know that Macey was the infamous CU Leader.

I looked in the mirror and surveyed my outfit. I had blow-dried, combed, and carefully curled my blonde hair, then stuck a black bow in it. I had gone with my faint blush and light eye shadow, substituting my pink lip gloss for a redder shade. I put on darker mascara and eye liner for once. My outfit was a black skirt and black laced top. I had painted my nails black and slipped on my shoes. Before I was officially done with my outfit, I eyed the small bracelets at the edge of the counter. Macey and I had bought each other custom made bracelets at the start of our CU searching, and we'd worn them since. The only time I took them off was after I confronted her about her evil terrorist status. But now, I didn't think before doing-I shoved them on. Somehow, my outfit felt more complete.

One thing's for sure, I wasn't the same. In the inside I changed. Heck, I didn't even look the same.

On the outside, I was definitely more attractive than the start of this exchange. My almost white blonde hair gained color so now it was just like Ashley Benson's hair. I gained a natural beauty and had a unique glow that matched my mood. I guess you could say I reached that one point in puberty where the gods finally realized how much you suffered look wise every so often.

But this newfound beauty came with a curse-that glow really did match my mood. Because at the moment, I looked just like how I was on the inside-dark.

Yes, I had a dark streak to me now. I was no longer the sweet or completely innocent Liz as everybody knew me by. I had put myself in a horrible position because I poked my nose where it didn't belong.

And now I was paying the price.

"Liz! Open up! You've been there forever!" Bex shouted, while pounding furiously on the door.

I didn't answer.

"Come on Liz! I woke up Cammie already," she said more softly.

I still remained silent, even though I knew how hard it must've been to wake her up. Cammie was always a heavy sleeper.

"Liz, I didn't want to have to get all witchy but you're going to push me there," she warned.

I scoffed.

"ELIZABETH SUTTON! You know, you're not the only one who is taking this hard! But you don't see any of us whining or moping around!"

I reached under the sink and pulled a purple bag while Bex kept on rambling. I had learned to tune people out easily.

"But you know, you were always the weakest link!"

Those words caught my attention.

And they made me so angry.

She had no idea how much I had been suffering internally and how I'd been through hell and back. She had no idea.

I looked up at my bloodshot eyes in the mirror. The perfect image I had worked so hard to obtain and worked even harder to keep was shattered, all because of Macey McHenry.

She plain ruined me, and yesterday's incident destroyed me.

I couldn't take it anymore. So I threw Bex's cell phone-which was so conveniently left next to the soap- at the mirror and watched it shatter. I knew those words she had told me pushed me too far.

I stepped out of the bathroom, eyes still bloodshot, and pushed past Bex. She was gaping while Cammie's eyes were wide. They had definitely heard the crash.

"I'll buy you a new phone," I mumbled to her.

Her face filled with confusion, but she screamed shortly after when she stepped into the bathroom and saw the damage.

I went to the window and knocked out the drapes, staring at the woods.

"Liz," a soft voice called behind me.

I turned around. Cammie.

"What?" I barked, more harshly than I had intended.

She flinched. "Nothing, never mind."

"Sorry, Cams," I said after a while.

"You didn't do anything wrong , Lizzie. You know that, right?"

I nodded and smiled. "I'm sorry," I repeated.

And I think you know what I was sorry for.

XXX

10:30 AM-CHMERMAN SANITARIUM

Zach had bought me an energy drink after Cammie texted him about my little blowout. I didn't mind that she told him. They made a good couple, after all. And it was only fair that they told each other everything. Even though he's got some secrets he doesn't tell her.

Anyway, I was more refreshed after that drink and was ready to take Cammie's spot in the driver's seat. In her note, Macey hadn't really clarified which sanitarium she went to, and after visiting three with no luck, I had a feeling where she went.

The inside of Chmerman Sanitarium was nice-beautiful actually. There were several floors-around seven- and the lobby had two couches. The reception desk was in the center of the room. On the wall behind it, there was a small café like think, where Zach had gotten a Frappuccino from. There were elevators facing opposite each other on different sides of the room, having a directory next to both of them. A staircase was in the back of the scene, while flower and other décor completed the look.

I plopped down on the red couch and held on to the pillow. From the corner of my eye, I watched Bex, Cammie, and Zach, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Everybody clear on what to say to Macey? Okay, so Bex you'll come with me to talk to the receptionist so we can get somebody to lead us Macey's room. Zach, you can go sit with Liz. Maybe tell her what we talked about if you feel like it?"

Zach nodded and they parted, him coming next to me while Cammie and Bex waited in the surprisingly long line.

I looked at him expectantly.

After a couple of minutes (five and forty seconds to be exact) he turned to look at me.

"Yes?" he asked.

"You're so difficult sometimes."

"Oh, that's funny, Cammie says that to me all the time!"

I stared at him. "What does she see in you?"

I expected him to be annoyed, but I actually liked this reaction better-he smiled. They were so smitten and I could just see them falling. It was actually sweet.

We watched the line gradually move. Cammie and Zach eye flirted while Bex waited rather impatiently.

When they got closer to the front of the line, Zach asked me about Macey.

"What do you mean?" came my response.

"Why do you think she did it?" He had only found out about it yesterday, just like Bex.

"The answer is so simple," I whispered, not even realizing that I was talking. It was a strange feeling.

"So what is it?"

Still in my trance, I said, "I don't know."

He looked at me quizzically. "You are so cryptic lately."

As he got up to throw away his cup, I sighed, "Because I know things I shouldn't."

He heard me though-I knew because he tripped a little bit, and Zach is not a klutz like me.

He sat back down and stared at me. "So you're dangerous then? That's why you stay with them?"

"I was never with the CU. They just used me. Time after time."

"Why couldn't you leave?" he asked quietly.

"They had something on me. They had major blackmail. It would take forever and a day to clear my name from that."

He stayed silent, but I knew that he was doing some thinking of his own. He was out of this for so long yet he already knew everything.

"She has a diary, Liz."

I whipped my head. "Who?"

"It told me everything that's on her mind and everything she knows."

I didn't fail to notice that he didn't answer my first question. I opened my mouth to ask him again but I followed his gaze. He was staring at sum girl's butt, but looking up I saw some familiar dirty blonde hair.

"Cammie?" I whispered.

He nodded. I immediately knew what he was hinting at-that with the knowledge he has of her memories and with my experience as their puppet, we might actually be able to do this.

As if he read my mind, Zach asked in a hushed tone, "When do we start, boss?"

"We'll talk later," I finally said, noticing that Cam and Bex were having difficulties up front.

"What do you mean there is no patient named Macey McHenry here? She has to be! Do you really neglect your mental patients like this?"

"Bex, calm down," Cammie tried.

Neither Bex nor the receptionist lady paid attention to her.

"Why would a McHenry be admitted her? Are you trying to start a rumor about their daughter?! she isn't insane!"

I mentally slapped myself for not figuring this out before. Why would a McHenry risk that? Nice thinking, Macey.

"Come on," I said to Zach.

He scrunched his eyebrows but followed me as I nudged everybody in the massive line. Bex and the employee were still bickering when we got to the front and Cammie was desperately trying to be the voice of reason.

"Bex darling! Have you gone mad? Why would Miss McHenry be in Chmerman?" I said, interrupting their quarrel.

To the lady, who was in about her early twenties, I said, "Sorry ma'am, I'm afraid she's losing her mind. We are actual?" I said, interrupting their quarrel.

To the lady, who was in about her early twenties, I said, "Sorry ma'am, I'm afraid she's losing her mind. We are actually here visiting Miss Aubrey Moore."

"Thank you, somebody without an attitude! Now then, we do have an Aubrey Moore. She is on the third floor. I'll have somebody guide you there and unlock her door."

"Thanks. Have a nice day!"

"You too!"

As we all walked towards the elevators, I noticed that my friends were looking at me in a weird way. I stopped and turned to them.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Bex was the one to answer. "How did you know she checked in under that?"

"It's her alias. Aubrey Moore."

"That name sounds familiar," Cammie mumbled under her breath.

I saw Zach rub her shoulder and noticed the worried look in his eyes.

I shook my head and one by one we filled into the elevator. The ride up was quick, and the worker who came with us-Jacob Alloy-quickly unlocked her door, which was the last in the floor. Room 40C. Before he left, he sent a suggestive gaze toward Cammie, which of course earned him a glare from Zach.

"Okay, there you go. She is asleep right now so you might have to wait a little bit. When you're done just press the button on the wall and I'll come and lock her up," he said.

"Thank you," Cammie said.

She took a step into the room, and we soon followed suit. Everybody seemed unsure of what to do, so we just awkwardly crowded around her bed.

Shortly after, she stirred and soon woke up. Something seemed different about her-and it wasn't because we now knew she was a little off in the head. For a moment, nobody moved, as we were all lost in our own thoughts. So much for their 'planning' on what to say to her.

Cammie was the first to speak. "Hey Mace."

Macey blinked.

"I like the new hairstyle," Bex tried, gesturing to Macey's new, red hair.

She patted it and sat up.

"Why are you guys here?" she asked in a monotone.

"To visit," Bex responded like it was the most obvious thing in the world-which it kinda was.

"You want something," Macey stated, still using her tone.

"Cammie, take Liz to the bathroom," Bex said, staring hard at Macey.

"Um, okay."

When we got there, she asked me, "Why do you think they sent us here?"

"To talk about the CU," I replied honestly. I knew Cammie would soon interrogate me on how I found out.

"Oh yeah, I forgot I told Bex to tell you and Mace about them," she mumbled, surprising me.

I scrunched my eyebrows. "Bex didn't tell us about them."

Cammie frowned. "She didn't? Interesting… Wait, so how do you know?"

"Macey and I were doing our homework on one of our visit days and we stumbled across that file," I lied. Well, it wasn't necessarily a lie, just an exaggerated truth bending-I hadn't really covered the art of lying yet.

"Oh."

"It's okay if you're scared, Cam," I told her after a moment of silence.

She gave a weak smile. "I'm not scared, Liz, but thank you."

"I'm not too sure about that," I whispered.

She pretended like she didn't hear me and asked, "So how did you know about Macey's alias?"

"She used it to get into places," I answered, trying not to five away much.

I opened my compact mirror. Cammie started to fiddle around with her thumbs, then moved to fix her hair. She changed it from a braid to a ponytail, then to a bun, before settling on plain, loose hair.

"OCD much?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She smirked.

"Can I ask you one last question, Liz? I know you know the answer to it."

Not thinking about any of the possibilities it could be, I muttered, "Sure."

"What happened to Macey? To bring her here?"

I dropped my mirror and Cammie flinched. Bending down to pick it up, I brainstormed a bunch of excuses. I even considered answering with a plain shrug. But then I found it.

A distraction.

From the angle my compact mirror was on the floor, I got a clear view of everything behind me. Including the air vents. And we know that most horror stories have somebody in your closets, under your bed, and in the air vents.

"Liz?" Cammie whispered-asked, her blue eyes growing wide.

I remained on the floor, staring at the mirror. I held up a finger to Cammie, the universal sign for 'one second.' I knew something was up. And then, I saw it move.

A dark figure.

I saw it so quickly-it zoomed through the air vent. I wondered what they were planning, and who it was. If they did what I feared they were, then it would be over for us.

I heard a noise come from the stalls, soon seeing some water drip on the floor.

I shut the mirror suddenly and jumped up, startling Cammie. "Cams, we need to get out of here! Now!"

"Huh?"

"Come on!" I shouted, grabbing her arm.

She put her hand on the doorknob and twisted it. Well, tried to twist it.

It was locked.

My heart started pounding loudly-I wouldn't be surprised if Cammie heard it. I started hyperventilating and panicking. Cammie didn't seem that worried-but she didn't know what was happening.

"Cam, the CU is attacking us," I explained, trying to keep my voice calm while talking quickly. It was hard.

Her eyes widened even more-if possible-and she started frantically pounding on the door. I soon joined her, not really sure if we were trying to get somebody's attention or knock down the door. I'll go with the latter.

Obviously, that failed. I started pacing the bathroom, pulling intensely on my hair and having a full on panic attack. Cammie put her palms over her ears and shut her eyes, humming slightly. I stopped momentarily to stare at her.

"I'm trying not to become like you," she whispered, referring to my mini episode.

"Argh!" I yelled in frustration.

There was no question about it-the CU had us now.

XXX

11:15 AM- GIRLS' BATHROOM

Cammie leaned against the door while I lied on the countertops, all stretched out. She began to bang her head against the doorway, filling the silence in the air. I dug through my bag and tried to see if anything there could save us.

A roaring noise interrupted our activities.

I jumped down, only to find my shoes wet. Cammie and I exchanged nervous glances.

The toilet.

It was the dripping from earlier-only now it was getting bigger. It was flooding fast. Staying in here was no longer an option; we had to leave immediately.

"What do we do Cammie?!"

"Um, I don't know! You're the genius Lizzie! If you could blow up the bathroom with eye lasers and fly us out of here to the nearest ice cream place, that would be great!"

"Cammie, I'm not a superhero!"

"I know, but I really want ice cream right now!"

I stared at her and she scratched the back of her head with a sheepish smile. By now, the water had gone up to my ankles, and Cammie had to stand up to avoid getting wet.

"The only way out of here would be through the air vent," I decided.

"O-Okay."

I dug through my purse to see if anything could help us get there. Nothing. I turned back to my roommate with a nervous smile.

"So, Cam, how do you feel about carrying people?"

XXX

"Ouch! Liz, couldn't you have taken off your high heels?"

"Cammie, I'm way shorter than you, and I am not planning on jumping. So stop complaining and let's try this again."

Our escape plan was simple-I get on Cammie's shoulders as she stands on a tower of toilet paper rolls to get up to the vent, then I pull her up. Only, we had tried thirteen times. And failed all of them. Luckily, the flooding didn't travel to under the air vent yet, but we still had to act fast before it did and soaked up the toilet paper.

As she pulled me up, she said, "You know, you're actually lighter than I expected."

I ignored her and tried to get ahold of the vent, but Cammie sneezed and dropped me, soon falling on top of me. I tried to push her off.

"Cammie?"

"Yes Liz?"

"Get off of me."

"You're rude lately." She got up and brushed off her clothes.

I opened my mouth to shoot back with something, but a loud display of beeps prevented me from doing so. Cammie and I looked at each other, confused. We scanned the bathroom, looking around for the source of the noise. My roommate tapped me furiously and pointed to a machine on the other side of the room. I tried to read it from my spot, but it was too far away. All I could see were numbers, but not any WARNING signs on it. Unfortunately, that side of the room was covered in water.

I sighed and made me way across, taking huge steps. By the time I reached the apparatus, I was soaked all the way to my knees. I read the notice very slowly, trying to digest each word. When it registered into my brain what was happening, I let out a huge shriek.

"Liz?! What's the matter?"

I ran back and pushed past Cammie, pounding on the door frantically again.

"Liz?"

"Ca-Cammie. The air…" I tried to choke out, but I was thisclose to having a heart attack.

"What about it?"

I took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air…well, as much freshness as the air in a public bathroom can be.

"Our air supply is getting cut off-we only have five more minutes."

I knew that the figure in the vent was watching. He or she knew that we were close to escaping. So of course, being the kind person he/she is, they disabled the air supply. As if getting locked in a flooding bathroom wasn't bad enough.

"Can't you do something?! Like go and put it back on?" Cammie yelled in panic.

"Not without this place finding out! It's a civilian company, Cams. A civilian ran place with horrible security, I should add. There really is nothing I can do!"

"So how do we get out? Same plan as before?"

"That obviously didn't work!"

Cammie put her hands in her head for a minute, then snapped her fingers. "I got it!"

"Well hurry up and say it! We only have…erm…three minutes left!"

"Okay! The bag you have right now is one of your test subjects for experiments at Gallagher, right?"

"Um, yeah."

"And it has been under Dr. Fibbs' more recent inventions-the floating pants thing?"

"Yes. What are you getting at, Cam?"

"Well, when you tested it back at Gallagher, it failed. But that was because the fabric is new. Now that it has been a couple of months, the fabric is older, so it could work now. All we do is fill it up with water and pull the string, and then maybe we can float up there," she explained hurriedly.

I looked at her questioningly, thinking if it could really work.

"Okay," I conceded. "But how do we get the vent open from here?"

She grinned and pulled something out of her pocket.

"Lipstick Taser!" she exclaimed, and fired it at the wall.

"I don't see why I doubt you."

XXX

We only had two minutes-well, a minute and thirty seconds now. We had everything filled up, all we needed to do was pull the string.

"Are you sure we have to wait a minute, Cam?"

"Yes, it works best with less air."

I should've known that-but I was feeling lightheaded from lack of oxygen and couldn't think straight. I was surprised that my friend was faring this well. I looked at the timer to see how much time we had left. Cammie tapped me on my shoulder.

"Yes?"

"You never answered my question earlier. How did Macey get admitted here?"

"A little nosy, aren't we?"

She gave a half smile.

I felt dizzier. The machine beeped out 'Thirty Seconds'.

"What? Thirty seconds? A minute passed already?" Cammie asked.

I mumbled under my breath as I held on to the purse, "Macey has better workers than I thought."

Cammie looked up. "What did you say?"

I held on to my head with my free hand. It felt like it was going to fall off. So that's why I wasn't thinking when I said to Cammie, "Macey has been the CU Leader this whole time!"

She gaped. A second later, an electronic voice beeped,

"Time's up. Oxygen supply disabled."

End of the chapter to Blackthorne Meets Gallagher, a story that has more cliffhangers than answers…

But, we will be getting some answers in the next chapter, which I have planned out already! Honestly, I had more to write, but I noticed this chapter was already over 4,000 words.

This chapter took longer than expected because it was hard to work with these emotions, even though I wrote it perfectly before the file got deleted (again!). I was feeling even sadder lately because one of my very close cousins died. I am very sad but hopefully I used the emotions I'm feeling to make this chapter at least acceptable. Sorry if it's not very good. Please review and tell me if it was okay. Thanks guys, you are awesome.

To make up for this, I will be sending out teasers to everybody who reviews (sorry for any guests that may review)!

Oh, and there is a link to a SPOILY excerpt from United on my profile! We get a new couple and something related to Zach…read it! Also, Ally has confirmed that she will be releasing a new series entitled Embassy Row in 2015! And one more thing, I honestly have no idea on how the whole mental asylum thing works generally, so I'm just playing around it. I basically just based it on Pretty Little Liars, with Mona (who is pretty crazy in the first few episodes in Radley) and Hanna-which we will see more of next chapter with Macey and Liz.

Also to expect next chapter: A discovery or two (or three) about the CU

Okay, so review please? Hope you had a nice Fourth of July!

xxxLizxxx