Chapter 9: FIGHT!

Zach's POV:

In the outer corners of my vision, I observed the room while focusing on my opponent. To the right was Macey, Bex, Liz, and Jonas standing together, and a short distance from them were Grant and Nick. Smoldering. Grant was mainly mad because when they he had gotten up there, Ms. Hancock had called Bex to face off with him. She had a really good eye, because they were equally matched… at least for awhile. (AN: I feel like the pairings in the fight are so cliché, but I really wanted this so what can you do?)

Bex had been throwing soft punches, running around while ducking and mostly playing the defensive. I thought she was just scared to be overpowered but she hadn't been hit once. The girl reminded me of a thief, quick and fast to grab things. In Bex's position, fast to grab things meant that once in awhile she would snake in a fist and hit him squarely in a soft spot. After about 5 minutes, Bex had announced that she was bored and turned into a killing machine. Her fists pounded him in rapid speeds and he struggled to defend himself against the sudden offense. Suddenly her fists slowed, but only to flip around and deliver a round kick in the face, followed by another spin with the left leg lifting up to kick his.. lower areas. He wasn't too happy.

Macey was paired with Nick. I was pretty sure part of the reason was that they were both relatively new to this world although not that new. Secretly, I was sure that Ms. Hancock just liked them together. But then again, they were equally matched, unlike Bex and Grant, not one of them was in reality stronger than their partner. Macey was more on the violent side, delivering the first punch, but then again, so was Nick. It was almost like fire fighting fire. No one had any advantage and they sparred for about 10 minutes. Their moves were almost identical and they both favored uppercuts. So much, that they both delivered a knock-out blow to the head at the same time and both of them collapsed in a heap on the floor. Now Nick was mad at Macey for bruising his face and Macey was mad at Nick because he was 'copying' her.

The least violent out of the small group of acquaintances I have, were Liz and Jonas. This was to be expected because they both really just belonged in a lab. You could still tell that if anything happened, they could defend themselves which was reassuring (the most part of this reasoning came from Tina and Drew's fight, which was torture to watch). Liz and Jonas ended up circling each other for way longer than needed, and threw a couple of strong punches and clumsy kicks before someone stuck their head in the barn and yelled something about the lab and they both ran out looking like children on Christmas morning. They returned immediately, surprised to meet a laughing Ms. Hancock instead of a lecture.

When Ms. Hancock called me to the mat, I had stepped up proudly, ready to carefully beat the next girl. Next, she called out Cammie's name and I still had a hint of regret that I would hurt her. I would also be careful to avoid her face because we possibly have whining if she bruised it.

We were glaring at each other, with a hint of a smirk pulled on. It was almost like staring into mirror. This would be the last calm moment before a short fight and an angry girl. I would do my best to keep it grudge free, because you know how bipolar girls can get. (AN: This was hard to write because I have to demean females in this character a bit which makes me angry at myself. ugh.)

"Let's start! Cammie remember to keep it clean!" Ms. Hancock yelled at us.

Cammie's smirk deepened, "Sorry, Avona, I can't promise, but I'll try."

My irritation level with the new girl rose to new levels. Everyone treating her like she was above me, like she was top spy-in-training, was really starting to tick me off. Have they seen that she is nowhere on the charts? That her missions were probably bribes from her parents to the director. I had to get here myself while she was handed everything. This new anger fueled me as I swung my right arm in fury to plant one in her face.

She ducked. Probably my fastest and hardest thrown punch and she crouched and stood with her former facial expressions still intact. Suddenly, Cammie swung with her own arm and I brought my own up to block the blow. At the last moment, her fist deviated toward my stomach, and left me breathless at the powerful force. I doubled over, catching my breath and getting back into stance. While I was bent over, she took the advantage to knock me over and pin me with my arms behind my back.

"Aww, the big bad wolf isn't so scary after all, is he?" She cooed in my ear.

I scoffed, "Don't get that cocky, I let you pin me down."

With that I brought my leg up and kicked her, causing her to loosen her grasp so I could stand up. We both attacked with some punches and simple kicks before I decided to take it up a notch. I barreled toward her and picked her light body up as she squirmed. Her fist came down and pounded on my spine causing me to fall… on her.

I looked her in her icy blue eyes and smirked, "See, I could stay like this forever, I'm the better fighter."

"Well don't get too comfortable," She nonchalantly shrugged, "I've been going easy on you this whole time."

She rolled us over and moved so my head was pinned in between her legs and squeezed hard. A lazy smile rolled onto her face, revealing her pearly-whites. Her arms came to my cheeks and her fingers reached out to squeeze a little bit of my skin on either side.

"How cute, to think that you could have won… at some point."

"Yeah, this fight isn't over yet," I kicked her off of me, flinging her to the other side of the mat.

Her body was slumped in the corner, and she slowly got back up to reveal her first injury of the game. Nothing too bad, compared to me. All she had was a bloody nose. I momentarily looked down at myself to see bruises starting to form on my legs and blood dripping off of my chin. Using my hands, I heaved myself back to my feet, bringing my arms up once again to fight.

We switched into a boxing type of style and fast punches were thrown at my face. I rapidly blocked each one and relaxed as she finally stopped her assault on my face… Or so I thought. As my shoulders released tension, she brought up a fist and powerfully executed an uppercut. I fell backwards from the strong force and rubbed my chin. A metallic taste popped into my mouth as blood started slowly filling my mouth. I tiredly lay on the floor and Cammie took this as an advantage.

The girl pounced on me and leaned down. Lips were barely brushing my cheek as they made their way to my ear. I shivered with the feeling on my ear and the soft air that brushed my face when she whispered.

"You're so cute when you realize you're not the best," She smirked, "If you give up now, you'll have some dignity left."

Her attitude bothered me further. She could irritate me to no end, and knocking her down a few notches would be my revenge. My strength renewed with victorious thoughts of beating her and I decided it was time to get this fight over with.

Suddenly, I pushed her up and myself at the same time. Cammie noticed my slight change in demeanor and energy, and if possible, her eyes shimmered in delight. I brought out my 3 punch combo, which she ended up blocking and then delivering two kicks and a side swipe to the jaw which some of the force was depleted by my hand intercepting her wrist. Things escalated and we fought with the same vigor for another 2 minutes before she blocked one of my punches by grabbing my shoulder and flipping me over her back.

Slowly, I once again pushed my heavy body back upright and took a fighting stance. Her face displayed an exasperations and she let out a heavy sigh.

Solemnly, with a hint of amusement, she muttered, "I'm sorry, I have places to go and things to do. This was fun though. Anyway, ready to surrender, Goode? I don't want to have to mess up your face."

"Sweetie, I'm letting you win," I snarkily whispered back with a saccharine smile on my face.

Cammie gave me a little nod before taking a breath and releasing an attack of forces on me. The rapid blows confused me as I tried to block her hands and protect myself. I could not fight back. Her crazy maneuvers ended with grabbing my hand and flipping me over her back.

I lay there staring up at the dizzy ceiling as she took her place holding down my hands and center body. She stared down at me, and smiled at her work.

Ms. Hancock interrupted Cammie's ready reply with a warning, "Cammie, you know what happened last time. Don't hurt him, he's not worth it."

She sighed and nodded sadly, focusing back on me. One of her fists raised, ready to knock me out and I knew there was only one way to get out of it. A way that I would really enjoy.

I surged forward grabbing her arms down and pulling her pink lips to mine as her eyes widened in surprise for the first time since I had met her. Her lips slowly moved against mine as she came back from the shock and I got ready to flip her. Right as I was about to make my move, she pulled back, much to my disappointment, and kneed me right in the balls.

I bent over in a ball, only faintly seeing her get up and stare at me. Shaking her head. I was furious, but too submerged in an intense throbbing pain to do anything.

She copied my saccharine smile and added a matching tone. Her voice filled with false sympathy, "Oh sweetie, I'm sorry you underestimated me, you poor thing. I hope you get better soon. Also, for the record, I knew your plan the entire time and everyone could see I was letting it go on for the sake of the ego. I almost care."

I slumped my head back on the ground filled with the anger of defeat. The pain took over and before I blacked out I came to a sudden realization. Holy shit, she performed the Triple DB Combo on me!

Cammie's POV

I stepped outside of the barn for fresh air. Sneakily, I glanced at the metal framing of the door to see that behind me, Zach was now unconscious and being helped by two of his friends: Nick and Grant. The poor boy. He's been trying to challenge me since I got here so he got what he deserved. Everyone has to agree that he just walked right into that one.

After running upstairs to change into jean shorts, converse, and a loose tank-top, I headed to the Great Hall to eat lunch. I was the first student there and politely nodded at the teaches before stacking up my plate with gourmet food. The living conditions here were bliss, considering some of the other places I've been confined to throughout my career. Although, my stays with Catherine were the worst, I mean when someone gets obsessed with you, they get to know you pretty well. It's creepy. Hospitality isn't too great either.

I sat down at my table and started to eat as the other students began to file in the room. My senses were on high as I mentally moved around the room, listening to everyone's conversation and studying them for future reference. 3 minutes and 48 seconds later, everyone was seated at my table except for one. Zach.

"Hey, where's the little boy?" I tapped Bex, who was sitting on my left.

She lets out a loud laugh, "You totally owned him on the mat today. He's probably still in the infirmary or hiding his face out of embarrassment or shame. That match has got to be the best entertainment that I have gotten all day. Or in all my P&E classes at Gallagher."

"Well nobody here can say that he didn't deserve it. He's been nothing but stuck up and cocky since I've met him."

Bex gave me a toothy grin, "That might've been the best thing about that entire fight."

"Yeah, Zach's never been beaten so easily before." Jonas chimed in, looking at me with a type of awe.

Grant piped up, "Well… except for fighting with Solomon. But you can't blame Zach, I mean Solomon is up on the spy charts along with the Chameleon. It's hard to beat that."

The entire table nodded and agreed. They decided the conversation was over and turned to their little groups and began to talk all over again. The difference was that I heard wisps of the name, 'Chameleon', floating around me. Looks like I was pretty popular, but it was a bit unnerving. It was kind of like talking about someone behind their back but the person hearing it all. In my case, Bex, Liz, Grant, Jonas, Macey, and Nick were talking directly to me and fortunately, it was mostly good things.

"I almost met the Chameleon once. They were doing some work with my parents and I went down to the London Bridge to meet them and help them out but the Chameleon wasn't there. It turns out that they had walked away just before I had arrived, and I couldn't even find them, even with a description of their clothes from my parents," Bex gushed, which was not a habit for her.

Grant started his story as if it was a contest, "Yeah, the Chameleon is pretty famous around Blackthorne. Rumors are the he even went to our school. The craziest part is that lots of our teachers talk about him and they seem to know him and be really close with him."

"I even hacked through the records and tried to find any student that had great finesse in all areas. It was hard, but I searched through the last 30 years because the Chameleon is still active, so he can't be too old. The only people I found that could be possibilities were Solomon, but we all know he doesn't have time to go sneaking around with his teaching schedule. The next person is Matthew Morgan, he's one of the other top spies and he's actually related to the headmistress of Gallagher," Jonas added in.

I tensed at the name of my father and his relation to Aunt Abby but quickly relaxed before any of the spies could notice. Although I could tell even my slightest movement alerted Joey, all the way from across the room. I gave him a reassuring look that kind of said, 'I'm fine', and turned back to the exclamations of surprise at Jonas' last comment.

Nick decided to pitch in at this last moment, "But, our biggest suspect for the Chameleon is a man named Ryker Morlon."

My breathing sped up at this name. I closed my eyes as memories came slamming back into my mind.

Flashback

The door opened and Ryker came running in at full speed. I shrieked as he picked me up and spun me around.

"I'm on top ten!" He yelled with his lopsided grin.

I smiled wide and fixed his styled light brown hair and his disheveled clothes. I was so excited for him, after all he had been working to get this rank since he was a kid. So was I, but I was a little far behind.

"Ryker! That's amazing!" I thought my face would break because of how stretched my smiled was. "Look at you, a top agent. Did you tell Mom and Dad, or Joe?"

He held up a hand, "Not yet, but I need help with something."

I nodded and motioned for him to continue.

"Okay, so they are going to have to change my name on my profile so I can't be connected to Mom or Dad."

Again, I nodded because this wasn't uncommon. You wanted to make sure nobody could trace relations and families. It was the only remotely safe way to keep other members in your family, even in a spy family, safe.

"I need a last name because I already decided that I wanted to keep my first."

A mischievous smile popped up on my face, "I have a great idea!"

His face turned bright in anticipation of the name I came up with.

"Let's do Moron, Ryker Moron… It fits you," I smirked as he playfully shoved me.

"Just because I love you, I'll do Moron, but I'm changing it to Morlan," He gave me another lopsided grin, "For Morgan and Solomon. A perfect mix of both."

I shoved him out of the door, "Well, what are you waiting for, go tell the techies!"

He pulled me in for a quick hug and ran out of the room completely elated.

End of Flashback

I sighed sadly before regaining a stone solid expression as I heard something from behind. Soft pads thudded on the ground and I could tell it was male about 16 years. I ignored the Liz's input on their findings as I waited for the person to come closer. They approached me from behind and I swung around and flipped the person onto their back. Looking down, I found a boy covered in bruises and bandages from the fight last period.

"Well, hello Zachary," I greeted him holding out a hand to help him up.

He rudely ignored my hand and pushed himself up. His lips were curled into a frown and a snarl as he glared at me from his towering 6'1. It was only 4 inches taller than me but it seemed as if he were actually taller. I stood up to his glare and smirked at his attempt to make me cower.

Clearing his throat, he looked to our table and made his own fact statement. "Ryker Morlon is currently 24, which I know, is a bit young but completely possible. His profile was protected by level 13 access codes and it showed information of past missions that for the most part corresponded with the Chameleon profile. He is obviously male, which is another similarity and-"

"How do you know Chameleon is a male? It's not on the profile and I don't think gender has ever been mentioned" I challenged him.

He laughed like I was just a silly little girl, not an assassin. "It's not like a girl could do any of the things that the Chameleon accomplished. That's not possible!" The boys nodded in agreement, "Plus, the teachers respect him, and it's not like they would respect a girl or the students would have a girl role model!"

The girls at the table with deathly silent and glared at the guys closest to them. I narrowed my eyes and locked gazes with dark irises.

"Well, I think you and the boys can let go of some of your ego and cocky behaviors." I gestured around the table with furrowed eyebrows. "Zachary is the best in your class and I beat him. For role models, I'm a pretty good place to start."

From the corner of my eye, I saw Zach open his mouth with an ugly sneer, ready to retort. I shut him up at the same time as I proved my point. My leg lifted up and spun around knocking him in the throat with just enough force to lightly push him over, but not hard enough so I couldn't still catch him. I decided that I had knocked him on his back enough times today.

Zach and the entire grade table stared at me as I spoke again, loud and clear, "Listen to me, because I will not say this again. Never refer to the female population as inferior or less capable. The next time I hear something like that, I promise that you will be in a coma for a week. If you're special," I gave out a saccharine smile, "You can be in a coma for even longer! Am I understood?"

The boys nodded out of fear from my threats. This just made me smile even wider than I was already. I gave them a nod back and swiftly picked up my lunch tray.

"It was nice eating with you all." I turned my back on a table of frozen people and walked out the doors.

When would they learn…

AN: I was definitely not expecting so many reviews on the last chapter. My excitement level was completely up when I found all of those positive responses. There were a lot of anonymous so I'm going to quickly answer some of the questions below.

Debbie: Yes, the Target is a GG fanfic and it is really good.

Charley: You'll know in about 20 chapters.

Guest(who found me on The Target): Yeah, XanderInkWaster and I talk a bit and I'd be happy to explain if you want to pm me.

Guest(another one): I'm thinking about a sequel right now.

Guest(different one): No it's actually not me. I'm a brunette and half-asian soooo. But the girl in the picture was originally a brunette but I photoshopped it. Still not me though:)