Disclaimer: I don't own the Gallagher Girl Series. All rights reserved, inc. copyright, goes to Ally Carter and Disney Hyperion, I also don't own any pictures I may/may not use (I get them off of Google Images). No copyright infringement intended, all rights reserved to said creators. No money is being made.
Warnings: language, violence, mentions of character death, AU
Notes: Wow, I really didn't expect this much feedback in Chapter One! Thank you Francesca, miaadventure, DancingQueen555, L, nobody's angel love, and Cammie3 for responding! You'll find my response near the end of the chapter since I don't really know how to respond on the website. I hope you like this chapter, once again sorry for any mistakes you find. I have no Beta. Enjoy! Oh, BTW, I made Grant come from a Greek background (his last name is of Greek origin) and his codename is The Adonis or Adonis.
—dreams
Chapter Two
Disguises
Cammie
There is a girl walking on the streets of a shopping plaza in New York City. At first glance, she is wearing a blood red pencil skirt, black high heals, and a white bow-tie blouse, holding a Gucci bag.
The next glance, another girl has changed. This time, she's rolling down the sidewalk on a skateboard, wearing an off the shoulder tee, shorts, sneakers, and a beanie on her head. Her hair is strawberry blonde.
Last glance, her hair is a midnight black, and she's wearing an adorable summer dress, cream wedges, and her hair is plaited in a French braid. She's texting a large message to her obnoxious little brother.
"—seriously, George, I know it was you who destroyed my makeup bag! It had your paws all over it!" the girl was texting. "Either you fess up or I'll—"
Two nondescript men brush past her, and she feels someone trying to take her wallet. Her conversation pauses as she stops in the middle of the street. She stares up at the two men, fear growing in her ice green eyes. She opens her mouth as the both of them grasp her arms.
She screams. People turn to stare, gawk, and some were already calling the police. She doesn't stop screaming, and her voice echoes and carries over the din of traffic.
The two men are frozen, considering they hadn't thought about what the girl would do. Most would comply like docile little puppies. However, this girl was not the case. Police arrive at the scene few seconds later, and their hands had fallen limply to the side.
"Are you alright, sweetie?" a woman around forty years of age rushes to the young girls' side. "They didn't hurt you, did they?"
Someone clucks their tongue. "The nerve of some people, now-a-days. Trying to harm such a sweet, innocent little child…"
The girl shakes her head slowly, cheeks a light pink from the activity. "I'm alright. All they did was grab me," she explains in sign language.
"Yes, yes, you're right," the woman pats her arm gently. "Now, where were you headed to?"
"Oh, I was going to Forever 21, I heard there's a great sale today!" the young, innocent "child" exclaims with her hands. "I'm meeting my siblings there."
"That's great," the woman replies. "Well, you best not keep them waiting."
"I really shouldn't. George is very overprotective. Goodbye." The young girl waves as she begins to walk down the sidewalk.
"Wait," the woman calls. "I haven't got a name for you."
"My name is Penelope, Penelope Smith, ma'am." Penelope smiles. "What's yours?"
"Most call me Abby," the woman responds.
Penelope nods before turning around. Oh, I know…Aunt Abby…
No one notices the young girl wiping a fallen tear from her eyes.
"You're late," that's the first thing Grant says to me.
I roll my eyes. There's a vicious smirk on my face. Grant notices and he visibly shudders. "God, you're worse than Bex with that glare. I don't even want to know what you just did."
I blink innocently up at him, telling him that he really shouldn't ask.
"Come on," Grant sighs, grabbing my elbow. "I told the boys that Blackthorne had a mission for me. My best guess is that a lot of the kids in my year are tailing me right now."
I nod. That sounded plausible for the girls at Gallagher Academy.
"Remind me again why I'm shopping with you at Forever 21?" the disgust in his voice is evident. It makes me want to laugh.
"You love me?" I tell him using American Sign Language. He understands, and he scowls.
"The things I do for love…" he mutters underneath his breath. Grant doesn't love me like how a spouse would love their other half, he thinks of me as his little sister, and he is my annoying "George".
"C'mon, Penelope, let's do some shopping." He directs me towards a rack with some stylish dresses and, since I was in my Penelope disguise, I squeal. He groans. I was eighteen as Penelope Smith but around Grant, I was able to act like the sixteen-year-old I really was, like the kid I never really got to be.
"So, how's Gallaudet University?" Grant questions me as I take out a sky blue dress with a light brown belt. "Met any new friends?"
"What's Gallaudet University? I haven't heard of it," I hear someone whispering through a comms unit.
"Honestly, don't you read? It's a school for the deaf and mute. It was founded by…"
"Alright, bookworm, we just wanted to know the basics, not the entire eulogy of it."
"I take offence to that!"
"Come on," Grant murmurs to me in my ear, steering me towards one of the dressing rooms. "I hear them too; let's keep moving so they won't get suspicious."
"Some mission this is…"
"He's taking his sister shopping, I think it's cute."
"You think everything is cute, peacock."
"I do not!"
Grant pushes me in a dressing room, telling me not to take too long. I roll my eyes at him but comply to his wishes like I was taught. I was used to obeying someone to their every command. I had to if I wanted to live. Therefore, even when I was away from the COC, everything Grant tells me, I do. It's a hard habit to break.
I was only in Scotland for a short two days before a few COC agents had found me. I had done well in erasing my tracks since I was Elizabeth Wood in Scotland, and she had met a horrible fate in a house fire last Tuesday. The poor nineteen year old wanted to cook herself some dinner, and a tragedy had concurred in her kitchen.
Well, you know what they say.
When you play with fire, you will get burned.
"Zachary? What are you doing here?" I hear Grant exclaim, like he was surprised.
"Some mission this is," I hear a deep voice respond.
"You blew our cover!" I hear a British voice sneer. "Ugh, boys."
"Tell me about it," this time it's a southern accent.
"Who's the girl?" someone else asks. "A girlfriend, perhaps?"
"No." Grant says. "It's my sister. Her name's Penelope."
"How come you've never spoken about her?" questions another voice. There's no malice in this one, it's simply filled with curiosity.
"I don't get to see her often since I'm at Blackthorne and she's at these Deaf and Mute boarding schools around the world. I barely know anything about her so I didn't have much to say."
"Oh, so that's where you disappear to during the summer," someone comments.
"Yeah," Grant clears his throat before he says, "Penny? You good?"
I sneeze.
Grant chuckles. I walk out of the dressing room, acting surprised to see six teenagers in the dressing room. I shyly wave at them, acting insecure in my dress.
"I like it," a beautiful girl with black hair says. "You look amazing. I'm Macey McHenry."
"My name's Liz!" the blonde girl, country accent girl introduces herself. She's small, like me.
"Bex." The British girl with dark skin stares at me. I stare back. She smirks. "I like her."
"Penny, these are my roommates," Grant says, looking annoyed. "That's Jonas, and that's Zachary Goode."
Zach looks at him weirdly but didn't comment. However, I had froze. I knew what Grant was trying to tell me, warn me. Zachary wasn't just any Zachary. He was a Goode. Meaning, his mother was Catherine Goode, one of my main captors. The one who had spun the entire plan.
I nod my head, acting as if the name meant nothing to me. Macey shoots me a look and dread pools in my stomach as I know she saw my reaction.
"Now, if you don't mind, I'm spending quality time with my sister before she goes back to collage." Grant spews, shooting glares at the Blackthorne and Gallagher students. Most had the gall to look sheepish.
"Well, then, there's nothing suspicious here." Macey says. "I told you so. Anyway, I do mind, however. You have no fashion sense, Grant—,"
At that Grant interrupts with a splutter of, "No fashion sense…"
Macey ignores him. "—therefore, it is my duty as a girl to help out this poor soul."
Three minutes later, I'm being shoved into the same dressing room with a large pile of outfits.
I blink.
What the hell just happened?
CAMMIE'S REPORT
BY THE CHAMELEON
CAMERON MORGAN, AKA PENELOPE SMITH, AKA THE CHAMELEON, AND GRANT KANAVOS, AKA GEORGE, AKA THE ADONIS ARE NOW HENCEFORTH BEING CALLED THE AGENTS IN THESE REPORTS. THE AGENTS WERE ENJOYING A WONDERFUL "GET TOGETHER" IN FOREER 21 WHEN OPERATIVES FROM GALLAGHER AND BLACKTHORNE DECIDED TO CRASH IT.
THE CHAMELEON HAD, MANY TIMES, TOLD THE ADONIS HOW MUCH SHE WANTED TO STRANGLE THEM THROUGH ASL. IT WAS IMPERATIVE TO SHAKE THEM OFF, BUT PEACOCK, AKA MACEY MCHENRY, WOULD NOT LEAVE THEM ALONE.
TO WRAP UP THIS REPORT:
· HOW MANY TIMES I WANTED TO THROTTLE THESE PEOPLE: 143
· HOW MANY TIMES GRANT STOPPED ME BEFORE I COULD: 157
· HOW MANY TIMES I TRIED: 157
· HOW MANY TIMES I NEARLY PUNCHED MACEY IN THE THROAT: 3
· HOW MANY TIMES BEX SAW AND NEARLY LAUGHED: 2
· HOW MANY TIMES GRANT, ONCE AGAIN, STOPPED ME: 3
I pout at Grant and he levels a stern glare at my face. "Calm yourself down," he whispers. "I doubt you want the legacy parents after your ass when you commit murder."
I scowl but soon concede myself to see his point of view. He was right, of course. With the COC trailing me, I didn't need any more spies after my butt. "She has to go to DC now," Grant tells the others. "Plane leaves in three hours. Goodbye, now."
"But, Grant…we haven't even hit Love Couture yet!" Macey pouts.
"Goodbye," Grant glares before he steers me out of the shop after paying for all of my purchases. We leave the students in Forever 21, and by the time they all dash out to the front of the store, Grant and I disappear into the thrumming crowds of New York.
"That was a lot of work," Grant huffs when we plop into his newest car, a dark red Ferrari. The shopping backs were placed in the trunk. "I should've expected them to tail me."
Speaking of tails…I think as I see a van following us. I point in the rearview mirror and Grant curses in Ancient Greek before stepping on the gas. We zip through New York countryside, the van still following us. My heart pounds in my chest.
Three more vans appear out of now where, almost blocking us in. My hands start to shake as Grant goes faster than normal, nearly 300mph, as fast as the car can go.
"Hang on!" he tells me before the world goes black.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," someone says as I begin to come to. My heart constricts as I see a familiar face. "Nice to see you're coherent, Penelope Smith."
"Stop playing with her, Steve." A woman speaks. Gingerly, I sit up, wincing.
"Did you think you could get away with it?" Catherine asks me, watching me attentively. "Think you could run away from your masters?"
I sneer. You're not my masters, my mind screams, you don't own me!
But my heart droops heavily. It's true, they do own me, whether I like it or not is my own problem. Dr. Steve clucks his tongue. "Where did we go wrong in raising her? You were so submissive, Cammie, so eager to please us."
"But this teenage rebelliousness is coming to an end," Catherine says, smiling wickedly. Fear crawls over me like icicles. "Oh, don't worry. We're not going to kill you. You're much too precious for us to do such a thing. However, we'll make sure that you never see a speck of daylight ever again. Take her away!"
Two men come into the room, the same men who had grabbed me that day in NYC. They grab my arms, which feel like lead, and drag me away. I can't move, can't feel my legs from the drugs they'd fed me. My mind is whirring.
Grant? What did they do to him? What did they do to Grant?
Catherine's laughter echoes down the hallway and I am forced to think the worst. My eyes skim the walls for any possible escape routes, any possible secret passageways. I remember seeing a map of the entire building I was in, ever possible route I could take for a getaway.
I especially remember seeing the area where they keep all of their jets…
In that moment, I regain control of my limbs. In a second, the two guards are on the ground, unconscious. I grab both of their identification cards in case I need to scan them for entrance and I open the air duct that's positioned near the ground. I click on the flashlight that's I'd taken off of one of the men and quietly make my way through the air ducts to where I need to be.
It doesn't take long for me to find the airplanes, and I kick the duct open before sliding down gracefully. The room is empty, the sunlight is blinding, and I smirk before sprinting towards the tiniest plane available.
I didn't know how to work one of these things but it shouldn't be that hard, right?
I didn't have time to find Grant, whether he was alive and kicking or not. Trying to find him was suicidal and he'd be pissed at me for wasting away what other chance of freedom I had in my grasp.
I take off with ease, leaving a screaming Catherine and a red faced Dr. Steve back on the platform.
Reviews
To Cammie3
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To nobody's angel love
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To DancingQueen555
Wow, thank you! I thought my first chapter was rubbish! You'll see soon enough on whether or not Grant knows that Cammie is actually Penelope. It'll come up real soon, probably in the next two chapters or so.
To L
Thank you! I will keep writing, trust me I'm not giving up on this story.
To miaadventure
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To francescsa
Thank you for the compliment! I'm blushing, tbh. Just updated!
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