AN: So as usual, I don't own MI High, or anything you may recognise. I just own Demi, Carrie and Jamie.

I walked into the warehouse, where I had told the person who was paying people to follow me to meet. "Well, Out of all the people to be working for KORPS in all honesty, I never thought it'd be you. You really fooled me, with that act. I was even beginning to doubt my father, and that's all your fault." I turned to face them and said, "Carrie." The blonde woman smirked at me.

"Well done, Demietra. How did you work it out?"

"Going by your surname isn't exactly an alias Carrie. But one thing I don't understand, is why? Why pay people to follow me?" She smirked again.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?" She giggled. "I'm amazed that you didn't recognise the handwriting. Demi, I paid those people to follow you, so that if KORPS attacked, they would defend you. I don't want you hurt. I wrote you those notes to warn you. You look so much like your mother you know that? You totally have your father's personality though."

"You knew my mother?" I asked, still confused as to what was going on. She meant me no harm? There's still someone else who's gonna betray me?

"I did. She was my best friend. But when she left your father, we lost contact, I wondered why, and then I learnt that you existed. And 14 years later, you got put in my team, and I realised how similar you and her were." Carrie said, her eyes glazing over as if she was going to cry. I hugged her, as she sobbed on my shoulder. "I'm sorry that I couldn't just tell you the truth in the summer." She said, after she calmed down.

"It's OK. Come on, let's get out of here." I said, getting up and leaving with Carrie.

7pm, The London Residence.

I was sat in the kitchen explaining everything to my dad, when the phone rang. "Shall I get it?" I said, getting up. He nodded, and I answered. "Hello?"

"I'm still watching Demietra." A deep voice said, "You'd better watch your back." They then hang up.

"Hello?" Now that was creepy!

"Demi? Who was it?" My father said, looking into the hallway.

"No one." But before going into the kitchen I looked through the window, but upon seeing nothing, I shook my head, and sat down for dinner.

But little did Demi know, that sat their Shadow Hall, watching through a camera was someone she should not trust at all. "Master? What should be our next plan of action?" Milton, the servant asked. The Master pondered for a while before saying,

"Watch her. One day, we'll get revenge on London, and she'll be mine." The Master flicked to the next picture, and ripped it in half. "He doesn't deserve her does he Milton?" Milton dutifully shook his head, as the Master left the room. Milton walked to the screen, and whispered,

"You poor girl. If only you knew what you were getting into. He won't be able to protect you always." He then turned the screen off, and walked to the dungeon, where his master was, with the prisoner. Her hair matted, and bruises and dirt covering every inch of her skin. Look at your little girl, all grown up." The Master said, showing her a picture. "If you tell what we want to know, we'll let you go back to her in time for her wedding." The prisoner looked up, her blue eyes clouded with tears. "Over my dead body." The master smirked and knelt down,

"Be careful what you wish for, beautiful." He threw the photo down and left, and Milton recognised it. So that's where her mother had been for 14 years...

AN: So, did you suspect that? Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!