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Warnings: language, violence, mentions of character death, AU

Notes: Thanks so much for the feedback, the favorites, and the follows! I appreciate it! Thank you Alysia, I am Hylla daughter of Bellona, Alexa1197, fashiongirl23, Believe514, hannahsyle, Books Books Books 1812, Gink, Zach' .Girl, L, miaadventure, Sunniva Steiner, mherandez5 for your review, you'll find your response at the end of the chapter. Hope you enjoy this chapter! Please review, favorite, and follow.

* please read the Notes 2 on near the end. It is very important.

—dreams

Chapter Nine

Macey Has A Jet

Cammie

"Cammie?" the voice whispers behind me in the darkness of the hallway. "Are you leaving again?" it was Liz.

I tense as I pause, for a split second, and that was all Bex needed for her to say, "I do hope you aren't planning on leaving Gallagher. I just might tie you to a chair."

The hallway lights flicker on but it barely blinds me as I swivel around to face Liz, Bex, and Macey. Liz was wearing cotton pajamas, Bex wore boxers and a sports bra regardless of the Blackthorne boys in the vicinity, and Macey looked like she had just came out of a Vogue photo shoot for a pajama line.

"What's that in your hands?" Liz inquired, peering at the paper clenched in my hands. I grit my teeth. I had to leave. Catherine would murder them all, burn Gallagher until it was nothing but charred earth, and she would not stop until she got the list.

Would not stop until she got me.

"I need to leave," I said.

Bex steps forward. "No," she shakes her head. "No, you don't."

"Yes, I do." I frowned. "You don't know Catherine; you don't know what she can do, what she will do if I don't leave."

"You'll break their hearts," Liz says. Her voice was cracking. She looks so delicate, so breakable. Dr. Steve would've loved her. "Your parents, your Aunts', if you leave without saying a goodbye at least."

I open my mouth to speak but Grant steps out of the shadows then, shouldering a duffel bag and holding a backpack in the other by the straps. "You ready?" he asks, oblivious to the palpable tension in the air. Either that or he wisely chose to ignore it.

"You!" Bex turned to accuse. "Why are you doing this? Taking her away when she was just found?"

Grant was nonplussed and he rolls his eyes. "Honestly, it's always the men who are the culprits. I advised her to stay here but Cammie's very persistent when there's something that she wants to do. Like leaving, for instance."

"How are you going to go anywhere?" Macey asks. "Cammie's face and her Penelope Smith persona is known worldwide."

Grant and I smirk. "Who says I'm going to be Penelope Smith?"

"Who says I'm Grant Kanavos?" Grant raises his eyebrow.

"You're not going anywhere without me," someone says from behind us. I turn to see Zachary Goode leaning against the wall, looking, well, cool and, dare I say it—sexy. He stared back at me, unblinkingly.

Grant scowled. "Oh no, definitely not. Look, Zach, you'll let off a siren if you come with us. Your mother knows you're here, in Gallagher, and if she finds you anywhere else with two people she doesn't know, especially when news of Cammie's disappearance hits…"

Liz, Bex, and Macey each share a questioning look with one another as Zach's face twists something awful.

"Listen," he starts, "I know how she thinks—,"

"No, you don't." I snap at him, making him step back in shock. "You may have been born from her, raised by her, but you were never tortured by her for seven years. Catherine grew cocky during my captivity because no one ever found me. She told me her secrets, her fears, everything whenever she thought I was sleeping or unconscious. You do not know your mother but I do."

I finish my tirade with a flurry of signs because my voice was beginning to fail again. "Well," Liz says, "there must be something we can do."

"You can do nothing," I flatly respond, "And go back to bed like the good little spies you are."

Grant chuckles. "Cammie, you crack me up sometimes! I'm dying here, seriously…"

"Go lie down then, if you are!" I glare. His shoulders shake with the onslaught of silent laughter and chortles. The sight made me crack a tiny small — Grant, chortling. It was as absurd as saying I had fallen in love with a normal, teenage, no-spy-whatsoever-boy.

"Well, I have a solution," Macey suggested. We all look at her. She points to herself, smirks, and says, "Jet,"

"Thank so much, Yuki," Macey smiles to the ebony haired pilot. The silent woman nods as we pile into the small but extravagant private plane. I plop down on one of the armchairs and Grant situates himself across from me. It took a battle of arguments until Grant and I agreed to have the four accompany us on our hunt for Catherine.

"What is your destination?" Yuki asked.

"Switzerland," Macey announces. "To my families villa there, please."

Yuki nods before disappearing into the pilot room. A sign to buckle up glows overhead and once everyone is ready to go, the plane takes off through turbulence and into the sky.

"I'm so excited," Liz squeals, bouncing in her seat. Bex looks pale and anxious, clutching the arms of the chair. I then realize that it was the first time they'd both left Gallagher without some kind of supervision, without acknowledgement from any adults, without allowing them to know what the heck was going on in their life.

They left Gallagher soil, left Roseville, left the United States of America. This wasn't a vacation to Bex's homeland in England, this wasn't some vacation in Europe. This was a mission. A mission that was legitimately life or death, regarding Catherine and the remaining Circle of Cavan members.

"Why are we going to Switzerland?" questions Zach.

Grant explains, "It was where they were holding her before she escaped. The last hideout was in Russia."

Liz and Bex gulp as they were reminded of my captivity once again. Liz turns a very interesting shade of pink and green as she shudders, imagining the torture I had to go through at the mercy of the Circle.

We were only fifteen-sixteen, sophomores of Gallagher and Blackthorne. They weren't yet prepared for the world that only Grant and I had been privy to. Sure, Zach could've noticed some of the things his mother did when he lived with her, but like every other mother, no matter how psychopathic they are, will always want to keep their childs' rose-tinted glass over their eyes for the rest of their life.

Catherine Goode was no different, no matter how many times she put her son in danger for it.

The list was practically sculpted into my mind and my hand. I would not forget, and I will not let Catherine win the war.

She was once the Cat, and I the Mouse.

I was the Cat now, it was time for her to be the Mouse once and for all.

Reviews

To Alysia

Cool, I should listen to that. Thanks for the review.

To I am Hylla daughter of Bellona

Thank you! No matter what people say, I still think I could improve drastically with my writing. I'm a very harsh critic on myself.

To Alexa1997

Thanks for the advice, I'll think about it so I might PM you later on today. Thanks so much for your support!

To fashiongirl23

Lol, me too. Thanks.

To hannahsyle

I know. Originally, it was supposed to go like that but the characters had a mind of their own.

To Books Books Books 1812

Aw, thanks! I'm really glad you like this story.

To Gink

Wow…this is a REALLY long review, I love it! Haha, wow. I don't hate you and I'm sorry for "killing" you in anyway. Well, if you truly want to write a fanfiction, go right ahead! I'm sure it'll be great, just make sure to check on the grammar and spelling. I know how you feel, I'm the youngest in my family (and it's so huge) and most of the men were/are in some part of the army so whenever they come over, they're like "so, any boyfriends?" in which someone else shouts "She better not! We'll mess him up!" and blah, blah, blah. Literally, I said a song that I liked brought back memories, and it started off a ridiculous chain of memories over if I liked someone or not because it was Crush by David Archuleta. I'm just glad I'm allowed to date this year (though since I'm not the best social butterfly or very outgoing, it might be hard trying to find someone, but I am going to be joining a bunch of clubs soon so I can meet new people, sitting alone at lunch is very depressing sometimes). Sorry, now I'm ranting back at you. Lol, I feel overjoyed that you love my story and took the time to write your longest review ever. Tell me when you write your story, I'd love to read it!

To Zach' .Girl

Oh, sorry. I was going to fix that bit. By terrorist, I just meant they created havoc in both the "normal" and "elemental" parts of the world. Basically, they're a murdering group known for, well, murder and other activities. Thanks!

To L

Thank you!

To miaadventure

Unfortunately, I haven't been to Switzerland but it's on my bucket list! ( I'm planning on traveling the summer before my freshman year of college). Thanks for the review!

To Sunniva Steiner

I understand about writers' block, it's destroyed so many amazing stories of mine that I really should finish but I can't. Aw, thanks so much, I'm working on Home so it might be up sometime over the weekend or next week, maybe by October, it depends, really. I'm glad that you'd read it! Thanks so much!

To mhernandez5

Yup, she's leaving, and she'd left with four extra people. :P. thanks for the review!

Note 2: I know you might feel sad over it but Out of Mind is officially over, ended, complete. Don't worry, I'm going to do a sequel pretty soon (hopefully it will be published by September 8th) but it is done. I do hope you enjoyed my story, and I hope I haven't broken any hearts by completing it early! I love all of you and I'm very grateful for your support! If you have any more questions, please PM me.