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Liz POV-Girls' Bathroom; 11:25 AM
No, no, no, no, no, NO!
This can't be happening-it just can't.
I gestured to Cammie to pull the string on the bag, but her hands were shaking as she tried to. My face was getting purple-I could tell from the mirrors-even though I should be able to hold my breath for a long time. But, we were dizzy enough and panicked, not to mention the fact that our hyperventilating took away a lot of our energy.
I rushed the process and frantically pulled the string for her. We floated up to the air vent and got in safely. I shut the vent and started breathing in heavily, taking in the air. It was musty, but it was air.
"I didn't think we would actually make it out alive," I whimpered, still feeling this was surreal.
When Cammie didn't answer, I looked over at her. I gasped, taking in the sight of her. She was pale and not moving. I don't even think she was breathing.
"Cammie!"
I looked around, seeing if there was anything that I could give to her. Obviously, this was followed by a mental slap, seeing as we were in an air vent. I leaned back on my bag, which was probably ruined from the water below.
I shot back up. Water! I kneeled in front of Cammie with the bag ready. Without hesitation, I dumped the water on her and yelled her name.
"L-Liz? Are we alive?" she whispered.
I nodded, offering a small smile.
"Who do you think would do this?"
I took a deep breath and considered whether or not I should ask her if she remembered that I told her that Macey was the leader. "Their leader? Do you have an idea who the leader is?" I tentatively risked.
"No, but I'd imagine they would be heartless."
Good. She doesn't remember.
"Let's get out of here."
We were chatting happily as we made our way back to the room, giggling at the strange looks we received. It's not every day you see two teenage girls soaked in bathroom water making their way through a mental institution, after all.
We turned a corner and saw a very confused nurse heading our way. I stopped Cam, which resulted in her giving me a questioning look.
"Is there a problem, ma'am?" I asked.
"Yes. This is my first day and I am looking for Miss Aubrey Moore's room. It's-" she checked her paper, "number 40C. She's my first patient in this building ever."
A newbie. A plan devised in my head.
"Oh! Well, we are actually visiting Aubrey. She's our sister." I smiled.
"Really? Do you think you can show me where her room is?"
"Gladly. It's the last room on the floor."
"Thank you,' she said and started to walk away, but I stopped her.
"One more thing. Our sister has, um, issues. Today she is like, well, worse than her days on PMS. So since it's your first day, I don't want to leave you scarred. I can give her the medicine-I've seen her other doctors do it before," I lied.
Surprisingly, she bought it. "Thank you so much! Are you certified, though?"
"I'm studying to be a nurse and my older sister," I pointed at Cammie, "is a pediatrician."
"Okay, then. Here it is. And once again, thank you."
She pushed her cart in the other direction while Cammie had a perplexed look on her face.
"Why did you do that?"
"Do you still have those edible spy gear?" I asked, ignoring her question.
"Yes. I'm wearing the holder thing disguised as an earring right now. The thing to activate it is back at Blackthorne. Why do you want to know and why did you do that?"
"I'm planning on bugging Macey's meds," I explained, my voice dropping low.
"Oh. Well in that case, here. Should I even ask why you are bugging her medicine?"
"It's just for future references."
We walked in to a very frustrated Bex. When she saw us, she stormed out and punched the button used to call somebody to lock the door.
"I'm waiting in the car. Hurry up and do your sappy goodbyes, losers."
Okay, she was pissed.
"Here Macey, drink your medicine. Your doctor told me to give it to you," I said softly.
I didn't tear my gaze from her until she drank it all, then I inspected the bottle to make sure the bugs weren't left behind. I walked back to Cam's side, where Zach was…being Zach.
"Gallagher Girl, you're all wet! Were you thinking of me again?" he teased.
"Nope. I was thinking of Josh and Flynn. I wonder how a threesome would be with them," she smirked, knowing he was going to believe that easily.
I don't even know how we made it into the car in one piece.
XXX
THREE DAYS LATER- CHMERMAN SANITARIUM; 7:30 AM
"Oh, hello Elizabeth. Here to visit Miss Moore again?"
"Yes."
"Okay. I'll call up Mr. Alloy again."
This was my third time visiting Macey individually-fourth time altogether. She doesn't really say much, just stares at the wall while I talk to her. The workers here say it's good for Macey to have a regular visitor and that I do all these things and whatnot (of course, I already know this). On that first day when we visited her, we were trying to get some more insight to why she locked herself away, and I came back the next to continue (maybe even getting some answers on why she joined the CU). But as our time progressed, I realized that just being there with her was enough. Yesterday, the mood in the air felt as if the old Macey was in there somewhere- the Macey we loved.
I stepped into the elevator and waved to Jacob Alloy, who always unlocks the doors for me.
"You know, you should have your own key by now," he said out of nowhere.
"Yeah?"
"It's good for you to visit Aubrey. She has made mentions about you when I take her to her sessions."
"And what does she say?" I asked, suddenly taking an interest in this conversation.
"How she doesn't know why you are bother coming," he started. "Because she's surprised that you still care."
I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.
The doors opened and we made our way to Macey's room. He looked at me.
"Who was that girl with you on the elevator that first time you visited?"
"Bex?"
"No, the other one."
"Oh, you mean Cammie! She's like a sister to Aubrey. We all go to school together."
When he didn't say anything, I realized something. How did he know that Bex wasn't Cammie's name? Does he already know Cammie?
Before I got a chance to interrogate him, we reached number 40C.
"Okay, you know the drill."
I smiled and went in. Macey didn't look up and continued to rock in her chair, staring at the wall.
"Macey? I skipped breakfast to come early-I have classes today."
She looked over her shoulder for a second and then resumed.
I took my spot on the side of her bed. "The doctors said I should continue to come-that it's helping you. They said that you don't throw chairs around as much anymore. I don't know if you remember that happening, though. They said you're getting more medicine. You remember what happened yesterday, right?"
She didn't say anything and curled up in a ball.
Sighing, I picked up a magazine. "Ooh, the list of the top 100 Spring hairstyles are here. You should take a look at them later. Maybe we can do makeovers tomorrow when I come?"
I didn't expect a reaction from her but she looked over her shoulder. My eyes lit up and she smiled. For a second, it seemed as she was staring behind me, but when I turned around, nobody was there. Her gaze was fixated on me and her grin grew a little wider.
I told her some stories of what happened over the weekend and she even turned her chair around so it was facing me.
I had to leave by 8:30, so our time was almost up. I decided to ask her about what happened, thinking she was in a better mood today.
"Mace? Can I ask you something?"
She blinked twice.
"Why are you leading them? Or, why were you?"
Macey was silent for a minute and twelve seconds before responding. "It's not over yet, Liz."
My eyes widened. "What do you mean? You're in here-how can it go on?"
"It's not over until I say it is."
"B-but-"
"Take this opportunity, Liz. You are not the target-you never were. It's a golden chance."
Was she really asking me to join her?
"How do you play the game?"
"You don't-it plays you," she whispered.
"Are you really crazy?" I blurted.
But Macey didn't bat an eye. "Curiosity affects many, Sutton. Maybe it's not deadly," she paused for a moment to take a breath, "Though I could make it be."
I stared at her, my eyes at the widest they had ever been. "Macey?" I asked softly.
But Macey went back to rocking in her chair. She smiled once again-but I know for sure that it wasn't at me this time. No chance that it was-her smile was directed to the wall behind me, the chair a few feet away from me. The empty chair that was a few feet away from me.
But obviously Macey saw somebody.
Zach POV-Boy's Dorm; 5:00 PM
"So boys, what do you think?"
They stared at me with blank expressions.
"We were supposed to be listening?" Grant asked.
I threw the remote control at him, and then cleared my throat. "It's a surprise for Cam. I want to do something big for her, maybe at the end of the semester? What I was thinking was th-"
"Zach," Nick interrupted, "we heard you the first time. We were just joking around."
"Yeah, thanks for throwing that remote at me!"
"Oookaay," I said slowly. "So what do you think about it?"
"It's good."
"Oh, I have one more thing to ask you guys."
They gave me an expectant look.
"Do you think…that Cammie and I…should…do the deed?" I inquired, choosing my words carefully.
"Why are you asking us?"
I rolled my eyes. "You guys obviously have experience."
Grant and Nick smirked.
"Go on. Tell me all about it," I urged. Surprisingly, I didn't find this awkward.
Grant spoke first. "My first or with Bex?"
I raised an eyebrow. "When did you have your first?"
"Um, nothing," he said quickly. "So, my time with Bex was unexpected. I comforted her one night while you and Cammie were on a date on the rooftop and we started making out. Then, I ripped off her shirt, after asking if it was okay of course, and unhooked her b-"
"Grant. Don't get into specifics," I cut him off, Nick and Jonas murmuring in agreement.
"And we had a passionate night, even though it was not romantic," he finished.
We looked at Nick.
"Unlike Mr. Ramble here, I'll keep this short. Macey and I always had hot and steamy ones. End of story."
"Jonas?" I asked.
He glared at me-or, more like tried to. I immediately understood, but my roommates weren't getting the message.
"How's Liz, Jo?" Grant piped up.
"Did you two do it in the library?" Nick chimed in.
They bombed him with questions until he screamed, "Will you just be quiet already?"
We stared at him.
"Don't you think I want to? But I'm too shy to do anything," he explained, more calmly.
Just then, Liz burst in. Jonas blushed, thinking she heard our conversation. She mumbled a hello to us and gave Jonas a kiss on the cheek.
"Why are you here?" Grant questioned.
"I need to borrow your friend," she answered, pointing to me.
"Go ahead," they chorused.
"So you guys are just going to let me go? Just like that? How dare you!" I cried dramatically.
She was already dragging me out the door. Before she shut the door, I heard Jonas say, "Why would I do it in the library?"
I looked over at Liz. "Where are we going?"
"Cammie and Bex were allowed permission to go to town to pick up some things."
"So?"
"So we're going to break in and steal her journal! It's the perfect opportunity!"
"Oh," I said. "Wait, we're breaking in to your own room?"
"Just come on."
Five minutes later, the room was a mess.
"I can't find it anywhere. Any luck, Zach?"
I shook my head.
"Where else can it be?
I shrugged and started cleaning up the room. As I placed the final pillow back on Cammie's bed, a light bulb turned on in my mind.
"I think it's in her favorite secret passageway."
XXX
"I found it."
She turned around and stared at the object in my hand-the journal.
"Isn't it going to be locked? Or have some sort of security?" she pressed.
I tried to open it, only to be met with a keyboard. I looked up at Cammie's friend and nodded. Sighing, she took it from me. Her eyes widened-almost in fear- as she examined it. I didn't fail to notice that her fingers were trembling as she typed in something. I decided to let it slide-bad choice, the spy in me said.
"Do you want to read it first? She's your girlfriend."
I had this feeling that I should procrastinate in reading it. Yes, we were short on time. But I just had to get this question out of my system.
"Let's put that aside for a second. I actually wanted to ask you something."
She gave me a look as if to say 'Go on'.
"So you know how Cammie and I went out? Briefly? Then broke up? And now we're going out again?"
She put her head in her hands. "Where are you going with this, Zachary?"
"I still haven't told anybody, including Solomon," I blurted, not really sure of any other way to put it.
"Basically you have a secret relationship," she stated.
"Exactly. Only my roommates know. And of course, you guys, since you were there."
"And your main concern is Mr. Solomon?"
I nodded. "He hasn't been too fond of me ever since I supposedly 'cheated'. He doesn't even know that I didn't."
"Well, it was nice knowing you. Want me to pass on a message to Cam?"
I shot her a look.
"Don't ask me. I can barely even manage my own relationship! Just ask Ma-" her voice trailed off, and she suddenly found the floor very interesting.
"Liz?"
"Ask Bex," she mumbled.
It was silent for a moment.
Then, I took the journal from her hands.
"Ready to finally learn the truth?"
She smiled and took out her camera. "I'll just take the pictures now before we read, in case we can't finish it all."
As she snapped her camera, I started to have second thoughts about this. What if I found out something about Cammie that I didn't really want to know?
"Aaaaannnnd done. It's all yours," Liz said as she handed me the journal.
I flipped through the pages. The majority of it-based on the headings on the pages- was dreams or flashbacks that she had. I tried to look for something out of the ordinary, but a noise stopped me.
I looked up. "Did you hear that?"
"I-I think."
"It sounded like-"
"Footsteps," she finished for me.
They were getting close…and it sounded like they were coming here.
Liz, of course, started to panic. "What if it's the CU? What if they found out that I'm a double agent? What if they kill me because of it? I'm too young to die! I haven't even finished high school, or seen the-"
"Calm down! We'll just get out of here from the back."
We started to run towards the back. As we almost neared the exit, we heard something open. The passage.
Liz looked at me, the nerves clear in her eyes.
"Leave! Just leave me behind," I whispered, almost inaudibly.
I slowed down my pace as I tried to reach the exit. I easily could've kept up with Cammie's petite friend but with two people running, they surely would know that somebody was here. Liz was lighter and wouldn't make a sound, but she would not be able to fight if she got caught.
I leaned against the wall and tried to creep away, but I felt a presence near.
"Don't bother to leave, Zach."
Wincing, I turned around. I had considered all of the possibilities that could happen, yet I wasn't prepared for the one that was most likely to.
"Oh, hi Gallagher Girl." I gave her a nervous smile.
"What are you doing here?" she asked sharply, poking her index finger on my chest as she spoke.
I quickly came up with a lie. "Just wanted to see you. Have some alone time. I know you love to spend time here."
"Then why were you trying to leave?"
Crap. "Um, I thought you were someone else."
She narrowed her eyes and I had a feeling she was going to continue playing third degree. Instead, she let out a small laugh, much to my surprise.
"Well, since you're hear, why don't we do something productive?" she raised an eyebrow and put on a flirty smile.
Before I knew what was happening, her lips crashed on top of mine, already asking for entrance. Of course I let her, though I was taken aback she was leading this time. I was about to settle into the kiss like Cammie, but something caught my eye. Through a small hole, I saw a flash of blonde hair whip by. She sat down and stared, a menacing look taking over her face. I caught a glimpse of her face and it was…Cammie? She was grinning, and slowly peeled off her face. Good, it was just a mask. This mystery figure popped up her hood, which I noticed was navy.
But what wasn't Macey locked up in Chmerman?
Cammie POV- Girl's Dorm; 12:00 AM
~(…)~
The party was going strong. I patted my dress and took a break from dancing. I headed over to the punch bowl, but my gaze soon landed on the chocolate fountain.
Bingo.
Being a sucker for sweets, I grabbed a huge plate and started dipping the fruits (which I had at least two of each) in. I grabbed a couple of napkins and sat back down, gobbling up my sweets carefully so as to not get it on my dress. I drank a water bottle to drain it all down and stood next to a wall.
There were mainly pictures of me on a pretty bulletin board. It ranged from my baby pictures to random pictures from this semester. I saw one of me next to Josh, but his face was replaced with a donkey's. I couldn't help but chuckle at that, although I had a feeling a particular ex-boyfriend with the last name of Goode had something to do with that.
Soon, Bex, Liz, and Macey walked over to me despite all the fun that was going on.
"Cam, Bex wasn't the only one who thought of this," Macey said.
"It's true," Liz added.
"I had a lot of help," Bex admitted.
"And here I thought you were Superman," I said teasingly.
"But who did help you?"
Liz and Macey gave a weak smile as Bex nudged her head a corner of the room. There was the person who helped her, standing only two feet behind us.
Zach.
I walked up to him and said, "Thank you," even though I wanted to slap him.
"Cammie," he called out when I turned to leave. Even with all the loud music and chatter, I heard him perfectly clear.
The girls signaled me to go to him, so I asked, "Yes?"
He walked closer and cupped my cheek. "Pretending not to love you was the hardest thing I've ever done."
And then he bent down to kiss me. A long kiss that spoke a story to me, that said he truly loved me and showed so much passion into it, I nearly collapsed.
We broke apart smiling, but in the window behind him, I saw a tree fall down in the Blackthorne Woods. I excused myself and went to investigate.
There were bags and weapons all over the floor, and leaning against a tree was the figure I've been seeing lately- the one I saw on that Town Day.
Only this time, they weren't wearing a mask.
I tried to study everything about her. I caught glimpse of a locket with some logo- a heart shaped outline gave way to flames on the bottom, and in the middle, a knife was placed. Everything else I tried to memorize in complete detail.
Just when they were about to completely lift their head up, I was attacked from behind.
And then I was met with blackness.
You know, for like a minute.
When I opened my eyes, I found that I was lying next to a shovel. People were yelling, but I don't know who. I sat up, seeing the quarreling people but the figure against the tree was gone.
"Why would you hit her with a shovel? It has our prints on it! They can easily track it back to us!" one voice said.
"Well that was the first thing I found. And relax-they aren't going to be able to trace it to us. That's why gloves were invented," another voice defended.
"Idiot! This is a spy and assassin school! The gloves don't even matter!" screeched the first voice.
"Oh yeah. Maybe I killed her?"
"We need her alive! She's the only one who knows what we need!"
"But we won't get caught if she's dead. We can always use plan Z to get the info."
"Don't worry, you don't have to go to your last resort- I'm sure it was pathetic anyway," I blurted out.
They turned to look at me. Both were wearing masks, unlike the tree leaning figure.
"What are you waiting for? Get her, you imbecile!"
"Stop, you fools."
All three of us turned to the sound of where the voice- the female voice- came from. It was from another tree somewhere on the opposite side where the figure had stood.
Looks like she didn't escape.
"Boss?" the second voice questioned worriedly.
"Where's your mask?"
"That doesn't matter right now. The other's mother needed it to give to that one man for some sort of basis. But anyway, give this to her and then let's go," the familiar female voice said, tossing a bottle while still keeping her head down.
"Whatever you wish, master."
The events following in those five seconds were all a blur. All I remember is them shoving some disgusting substance down my throat and being thrown into a van.
.
.
.
I looked around. We were somewhere different now. Was it inside? It felt like it. There seemed to be no windows…oh, there they were. Tinted. Or one way. It didn't really matter.
The lady who brought me here sat at a table, holding a cup of coffee in her hands. She looked over at me and saw that I had woke up.
I tried to look at her face, but it looked like she was wearing…a mask?
Then somebody came stumbling in. She exchanged words with Mask Lady-I couldn't hear what they were saying but I saw somebody point to me. The person who just walked in-she had blonde hair-ran out.
I rubbed my eyes. Why was my head spinning? And did Blondie just walk back in? there were two of her now. I could see her navy blue sweatshirt but I couldn't see her face-it seemed blurred out.
I heard something. A laugh? No, a cackle. It was far too evil to be passed off as a response to a funny joke.
I closed my eyes. Upon opening them, I saw four blonde girls now. Mask Lady was hunched over something. Blondies just started…fighting?
What was happening?
The cackles filled the room again. I squirmed around-but they only grew louder. It seemed as if they were holding me down. The more I fought, the harder it got.
Mask Lady crept towards me, beaker in hands. Five seconds later, I found myself even dizzier than before. It then hit me like a bag of rocks-they drugged me.
I looked around the room for Blondies, expecting them to still be fighting. None were. I saw one of them come towards me again, and I squinted to try to make out their face. Suddenly, I was in the air. She was carrying me. We were headed towards a closet like thing. She shoved me in there.
Right when she was about to close the door, I saw something on the opposite side of the room-right behind where I was sitting. It was one of the other Blondies fighting, and she was tied up, struggling to break free. Her face wasn't blurry anymore, but before I could see who it was, the door shut.
I slumped down, resting my head on the wall behind me. I immediately shot back up, pain piercing all through my body. Turning around to the spot where my head was, I saw that particular wall was covered in knives.
I starting banging on the door, already knowing that nobody would answer. I looked at my body. I was still wearing the dress from earlier tonight. Wait, what time was it anyway?
I heard a cough, and it was close. My eyes widened in realization…someone was in here with me. I remembered that I had a comms unit in my bra (don't ask) and reached to activate it. As I took it out, it flew out of my hands. I turned around and saw a shadow like figure…right in front of me. I opened my mouth to scream, but his/her hand covered it.
Soon, I found myself drowning in darkness, with no escape.
Though, I don't know if that darkness bit was in my head or reality.
~(…)~
I looked around my room. Bex and Liz were still sleeping. Good.
I got up and quietly crept towards the door, tugging at my sleeves to brace the cold air from outside. I turned a couple of halls, then put my hand on the wall, feeling around for the entrance, seeing as I didn't bring a flashlight this time. It was under Macey's bed, and just seeing her spot empty made me feel empty. Within minutes, I found the passageway.
Zach was in here earlier, but I don't know if the reason he gave me was true. Maybe I should stop worrying; maybe he did just really want to have alone time. It wasn't like we were always having PDA anyway- Joey would crush him.
I sat down and pulled out my journal from my secret hiding place. It was a good thing I hid it well- Zach would have freaked if he saw what was in there. I sleepily wrote down what happened in my dream under the title 'Sweet Sixteen', pausing only once to drink some orange juice. I had filled up two pages with this edition, making a total of four pages for this entry subject.
I closed my eyes to rest, snippets of my dream flowing back into my head. It was strange-normally I only can remember these dream flashbacks vividly when I'm sleeping (which led to the main point of this journal in the first place). What was so different about this one?
Back to the snippets. Only certain images were replaying- the only sound was those evil laughs. All the times they drugged me flashed back, as well as the fights, the event in the closet, and strangely, that locket. Suddenly, it clicked.
I frantically flipped back to other dreams. They all basically confirmed this discovery. Though the images stopped, the laughs continued. Those howls were the only thing I could hear at the moment.
I turned the page to one of the final pages in the journal. All my guesses were there. I looked back at them. Some were actually odd and I had no idea why I would even think that was correct. Maybe it was a heat of the moment thing?
I crossed out all of my guesses in the 'C' column and scribbled down a simple eight letter word. My mind drew a blank when it came to the 'U' guesses, but I knew it would come eventually. I just had to give it time.
Sighing, I looked at the word I just wrote. It made so much sense that their name would start like something like this.
Cacklers.
One word down, one more to go.
Welp, that was hard to write. A lot of stuff happened though! Some of Zach's POV was choppy, I know, and I apologize. Surprisingly, Cammie's was the easiest, Macey's cryptic messages being the hardest. But I am actually quite proud of how the Liz/Macey visit turned out. The beginning of Cam's flashback dream seemed familiar, didn't it? Everything is coming together and all the pieces of the puzzle will be found! We'll be hearing much more from our Chameleon now. If you want, you can take a look at earlier chapters, and maybe even my earliest. Turns out I even dropped a clue about a plot twist there.
Here is a recap of some of the important things this chapter, some that you may want to keep in mind and try to make predictions on:
|Liz sneaks out to visit Macey at the mental asylum.
|Who the heck is that creepy security guard that unlocks the doors in the asylum?
|"Curiosity affects many, Sutton. Maybe it's not deadly," she paused for a moment to take a breath, "Though I could make it be."
|Will Liz accept Macey's offer?
|What made Liz freak out about Cammie's password for the journal?
|Zach and Liz practically stole Cammie's journal.
|Zach has a surprise for Cammie and still hasn't told Joe that they got back together.
| Who did Zach see when he and Cammie were kissing in the passage?
|Cammie's flashbacks for her Sweet Sixteen
You may want to see my profile for spoilers on United and info on Embassy Row if you haven't already. Also, feel free to vote on my poll if you haven't already for a new story. There is a new mystery one (which I've had in my mind since January) and two AUs (one since January and the other for about a month). So please vote!
How are you, my lovely readers? Care to give me feedback on this chapter? Did you like it? Hate it? Everybody who reviews gets teasers of chapter twenty four. Oh, and if you guess the 'U' in 'CU' correctly, you'll get an extra teaser or extended version (though you won't know if you guessed right, Hehe)! So we have 'C' (cacklers) down, any guesses for 'U'? For my liars, did you see the promo for the next PLL episode? I hope Spencer's okay!
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xxxLizxxx
