FINALLY LAST CHAPTER! I appreciate all the reviews and I do realize I love cliff hangers, maybe too much! But anyway! I hope you enjoy the last chapter of this story! I just wanted to let everyone know how much fun this has been writing, and I couldn't have done this without all of you! Every time you reviewed or put me as a "fav author" or "fav story" I felt as if I had a purpose in writing this. So thanks so much for the support! I love you all!
Brad: so you've finally finished the story. *starts to tear up* will we never see each other again?
Me: Oh I wouldn't say that…
Brad: so you're going to write a second story where you don't own the Gallagher Girl series or Mr. and Mrs. Smith? Please say yes!
Me: *winks* who knows?
"NO!" I shouted. Mother only laughed and pressed the gun harder causing me to fall on my knees. I looked over at Cammie. Her body looked like a heap of mangled limbs from being thrown across the store. There was a large gash on her head that was bleeding profusely. Her skin was pale and clammy and her breathing was uneven and shallow. She was dying by the second.
Oh God, Cammie, please hang in there. Please just hold on for a little bit longer. Please. Please. PLEASE!
"Tsk, tsk Zachary. Look at what this girl has done to you." She kicked Cammie's mangled legs with her boot.
"DON'T TOUCH HER!" I snarled. Mother's thin red lips curled into a devilish smile.
"You mean you don't want me to do this?" She kicked her crumbled body with more force than before. I could swear I heard a moan come from Cammie. Rage filled my body and every vein in my body was on fire and ready to spring like a hot coil. This is what Mother wants. She knows emotions mess you up. The worst possible emotion to feel in a moment like this is hate. Because hate makes you do reckless things. And doing something reckless will get Cammie killed. But not doing anything is slowly killing Cammie as well.
"Come on Zach? What are you going to do?" She taunted as she kicked Cammie more times. With every blow the tantalizing rage built up and up until finally I snapped. I pulled out the gun that I had snatched from an enemy guard and aimed it toward Mother. Mother grinned.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." She warned in a patronizing voice. "You see this gun is very useful in that, it's programmed to go off as soon as I let go of the trigger. So that means I can choose to let go of it when I want, OR in the special circumstance where say a revenge-lusting boyfriend shoots me and my arm goes limp, the gun still goes off." She smiled smugly. "Isn't technology grand?"
I tried to keep my breathing steady. I have to figure a way out of this. I HAVE to save Cammie. Think Zach THINK! I could hear the clock ticking as each of Cammie's breaths got shorter. The gun shined with a perilous glow and the look in Mother's eyes was nothing short of triumph.
"Kill me instead of Cammie." I begged. This just got another dark laugh out of Mother.
"And miss all this fun?" She scoffed. I looked anxiously at Cammie. I could see the fog penetrating her body and stealing every breath from her. Please hold on Camme. Hold on for a little longer, I beg you.
With every breath I took I felt my own head fog up. It was making it hard to think and hard to create a plan. How was it that Mother was fine while the poisonous fog was slowly killing both me and Cammie? And that's when it hit me. The counter poison pill Jonas invented. Surely Mother had taken that or she would be wheezing and coughing like me.
"Well Zachary, as fun as it is watching you and Ms. Cameron here slowly die, I have places to be, so…" She cocked the gun, but before I was able to lunge at her, someone beat me to it.
"Get away from my best friend bitch!" Bex screamed as she tackled Mother to the ground, knocking the gun from her hand. The gun went off, and hit one of the sprinklers causing water to rain everywhere. The water washed away the poisonous smoke from the air, making it much easier to breathe and see.
Mother kicked Bex off of her and they started in a combat fight. Bex was good but Mother was better. Mother knocked Bex to the ground and grabbed a gun from her boot. But before she could shoot Bex, five pairs of guns aimed at Mother.
"Not so fast." Grant said as Macey, Liz, Jonas, Nick raised their guns at her. She looked around, fire blazing behind her eyes.
"Checkmate." I said smirking. Mother looked around, and then smiled.
"The game isn't over just yet." And she aimed her gun to the ceiling and shot which caused the rafter and the light fixture to fall. Everyone jumped out of the way, which gave Mother enough time to turn and start running away. I wasn't going to let her get away.
"Grant! Gun!" I shouted. Grant threw me his gun and began my chase after her. She was going to pay for the pain she caused me and Cammie. As I chased after her, my body was fueled by revenge and hatred.
She wasn't that much farther ahead of me but she was close enough to the exit that I wasn't going to take any chances. I lifted my gun and aimed shooting her in the leg. She quickly stumbled and fell, clutching her leg. When I got to her she was on the ground panting. Water dripped down my face as I lifted the gun to shoot her.
"This is over." I said through gritted teeth.
"Far from it Zachary. This is only the beginning." Her breaths were rigid and blood was running down her face, but she still managed to smirk.
"Believe me, they're not going to stop until Cammie is dead. And not even you can help her."
"Who's they?" I demanded. Mother just threw her head back and laughed a psycho laugh.
"See you in the afterlife Zachary." And to my horror, her mouth started foaming and her body went rigid. I looked at ring and saw it was open. Of course, that must have been where she hid her L-pill. Mother wouldn't have wanted to die by anyone else's hand but her own.
She was dead.
But that didn't stop the twisting feeling in my gut. Someone was after Cammie. And I will stop at nothing until each and every one of them was dead.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
What is that beeping noise?
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Oh my gosh, I'm going to shoot it, if it doesn't shut up.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Where's my gun?
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I tried to feel around for my gun but instead of the hard metal I expected I felt soft sheets and then a prickly face. I peeked open my eyes and saw Zach's head resting on the side of my…bed? Scratch that. My hospital bed.
Why the hell was I in the hospital?
Beep. Beep. Be—
I tore out those stupid wires connected to my body. Zach woke up with my sudden movement.
"Cammie?" He said sleepily. Then he saw that I was awake and his eyes lit up.
"Cammie!" He said hugging me. I inhaled in his scent and my heart fluttered. Thankfully I had pulled out those wires otherwise who knows what embarrassing thing my heart would do.
"Zach?" I said pushing him back for a moment.
"Yeah baby?" He said taking my hands and kissing them.
"Did I miss all the fun?"
"Do you remember what happened?"
"Well," I said trying to recall the hazy memory.
"I remember us fighting in that home furnishing store. And we were totally kicking ass. And then… there was a bomb! And now… I'm here."
"You're here. You're safe." He breathed the last part. Although it didn't make any sense because it's not like I was in any danger before. Except for the whole "I'm an assassin with a whole bunch of assassins after me" thing.
"Zach…." I said in a warning voice. "What happened after the explosion?" He looked at me for a moment.
"Some idiot agent threw the bomb thinking it would kill us, but all it did was kill everyone else. You just got knocked out that's all. Then I took you to the hospital to make sure you were okay."
I looked at him suspiciously.
"So nothing happened when I was knocked out?" I looked him right in the eye.
"No." He said. I sighed with relief.
"Good, cause you know I hate being a damsel in distress." Zach chuckled.
"So you wouldn't want a knight in shining armor to come and save you?" He asked, tracing the lines on my palm.
"Well, first of all, I wouldn't want his armor to be "shinning" per say, because that would mean he doesn't do anything. I would rather his armor be beat and scuffed up. That would show that he's done something. And second of all, I don't want a knight. I want an assassin." I smiled at him.
His gorgeous green eyes met my brown ones. He leaned in so that our lips were barely touching.
"You've got one." He whispered and our lips touched. I pulled back and let our foreheads touch.
"Would you do something for me?" I asked.
"Anything." He breathed.
"Get me out of here."
Since we were in one of the specialized assassin hospitals it was easy to leave. I mean, since we are assassins and have specialized hospital needs we can't just waltz into a regular hospital. Thus, there are exceptional hospitals that can treat our needs with total discretion. Except, I still had to wear a hospital gown.
"So explain to me again why don't I have any clothes?" I asked as we were in the elevator on our way out of the hospital.
"Well, your clothes from the fight were pretty much ruined and so Macey said something about going out to get you new clothes. But she hasn't returned and you wanted to leave." I shuddered. Of course Macey was getting me clothes.
"On second thought, I'd rather the hospital gown."
Zach pulled me close and whispered in my ear.
"I think you pull of the hospital gown look."
"Please, it just turns you on that I'm not wearing any underwear underneath this." I tried to sound sarcastic but it was hard because Zach lips were moving against my neck and his hands on the bare of my back where the hospital gown was open.
"Maybe." He breathed in my ear, causing me to shiver.
"Or maybe it's that I'm completely and most ardently in love with you, that anything you wear makes you look beautiful." The elevator stopped but we didn't move. Zach looked at me with those piercing green eyes. My breath hitched.
"Cammie," he whispered his green eyes so serious that I felt hypnotized.
"Will you marry me?"
My breathing stopped. I looked at Zach. The man who I had loved ever since junior year. The man who I had fought with and against. The man who I would rather die a million deaths than be away from. The man who was my everything.
"Yes." I whispered because there was no other answer. I wanted to keep on saying yes over and over again. But instead I leaned in and kissed Zach. His lips were velvet soft and our lips moved together in harmony. My body melted into his, fitting together perfectly.
When we finally pull away, I had a thought.
"Mr. and Mrs. Goode. I like the sound of that."
…..Or maybe more appropriately "To Be Continued…" ;)