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"an eye for an eye, a leg for a leg, a shot in the heart doesn't make it un-break" -hayloft II, mother mother
song to listen to: eventually by tame impala
warnings: heavy swearing, descriptions of violence, blood & gore, descriptions of intense fighting sequences, gun fights, more blood, descriptions of injuries & pain, a regularly violent chapter of traitor
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cameron peters' point of view
"Are you doing this out of spite, Cameron?!" Nick's voice called out from his cowardly position behind his useless cruiser. "Just to spite me?! Is that what this is about-"
"Oh, shut up!" I drawled out, taking a couple of deep breaths so I wouldn't waste all of my ammo trying to shoot Nick Goode dead.
"No, no, no, I get it now-" He was stalling, but I let him. It was an idiotic move on his side, so why not let him roll with it? "It's because of Kapinski, right?! You know, he's always been an asshole, I'm not personally a huge fan of him. D'you want him fired? I'll fire him, just say the word and I'll do it!" I still stayed silent. "It's about the punch in the face, isn't it? Listen, man, I'm sorry about that. But it's all in the past, okay? Why don't we...why don't we just forgive and forget?"
"No, this isn't about that!" I called out, venom dripping from every last word. "What's got me is that I saw you holding a gun to my daughter's fucking head! That'd set any father off, wouldn't it?"
I was now partially lying. Sure, that pissed me off, but I knew why he was doing such a horrid thing. Better yet, I knew the full story-and there was no part of me that doubted Jennifer knew the same exact things I did. Actually, I did feel like there was something I knew that Jen might not be aware of, but since I didn't know for sure, I figured I would just tell her once all of this was over. It'd be nice.
"There's more, Nick! I need you to help me understand something, alright? Can you help me understand something?" I had my gun raised, trying to catch him the second his head arose from his hiding spot. "Can you help me do that?!"
"Yes! Absolutely, just-just name the game, and I'll play!" He let out a small bit of nervous laughter, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
At what point is he going to realize that there's no point in this neat and nice little facade of his? He can drop the act, I wouldn't give two shits either way.
"Why the hell would you kill all of those people? I mean, really, are you kidding me? Cindy, Joan, Gary, Tommy-even Kate, Heather, Simon," I wanted to strangle him with my bare hands. "What did they ever do to you? What is wrong with you?! Huh?! Why'd you do all of this?!"
"Don't you see? I did this for us, for Sunnyvale! A couple of lives, every five or so years, is not that high of a cost! It's-it's collateral damage!" He fired his gun; I ducked down and fired my own weapon. I heard Nick let out a cry of pain, and couldn't help but smile. "You don't have to do this, Cameron! Don't make me do this, Cam!"
"Put the weapon down, alright?" This was risky, and it was quite possible that this couldn't end well, but it was a risk that I was willing to take. "Lets fight this out like how your father would've wanted!"
Was that a low blow? Yes. Did he deserve it? Double yes. Putting my gun down, I watched Nick do the same. Our eye contact didn't break, both of us were too scared to blink. And then he blinked. In under a single second, we were both nailing some very hard punches to one another. Realistically, I shouldn't do too much thinking while I was actively trying to beat the shit out of somebody, but I was now starting to second guess this plan.
I was already injured. Punch to his ribs. From multiple car crashes. Twist to his arm. He had already punched me multiple times today, while both of us were on duty. Another punch to his ribs. I've seen his police work, I've seen what he's had to do in fights before. His ribs are really sensitive right now, another punch should do the trick. It was never pretty. Even though I had the upper-hand right now, I could lose it in a split second. I, for lack of a better word, straddled Nick and began to rain punched down to his face. Punch punch punch, jab, punch. But I couldn't let him win. Not after what he did to my family. To her.
"You fucking killed my wife!" I hoarsely whispered, trying not to absolutely sob. "I mean, what the fuck man?! What kind of fucking friend are you?!"
My punches got weaker, and he seemed to barely be conscious. I stumbled off of him, straightening up for five seconds before doubling over, my hands placed on my knees as support. The adrenaline was gone, the pain of everything I'd been physically put through today was now catching up to me. And it hurt like nothing else I'd ever felt in my life. I'd been shot, stabbed, jumped, beaten, assaulted, but none of that compared. Every jab he'd gotten in, all the pain I'd received from my cruiser wrecking, everything. My guard was down, I couldn't bother to try and bring it back up. Nothing I tried could help me out of what I felt at this moment in time.
I need to get out of here. He's down, I can find my daughter again. Just as suddenly as I had gotten the upper-hand with Nick being on the ground, I was kicked to the ground. Just as harshly as I had rained punches down on Nick, he was raining them down on me.
"Don't make me do this, man!" He sounded like he cared, but a part of me still knew better. "Why're you making me do this?! Look at what you made me do!"
The bitter taste of iron could be taste on my tongue; I spit out the blood and tried to breathe. It didn't work too well. Everything hurt now. Everything. I needed to get to Jennifer. I needed to save her. I needed to save Mia. Both of them have gone through too much, if I don't save them now, I'll lose both of them. Forever.
"Look what you fucking made me do!"
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another terrifying chapter of traitor, i know
don't worry, chill tf out, cameron is alive
he isn't thriving atm, but he's alive, so be happy about that (:
almost done with this book, fear street 4 is being rumored more and more every single day so much so that i have my hopes very high up, i'm past 1000 followers on tiktok, this book is almost at 10K-
wow
heh
anywho stop worrying abt cam cuz he's a fighter and obviously he needs to go through more trauma in order to work in this book
it is now that i inform you all, with no more context, that mia peters has an unwritten dark phase in 1989-1990 that cameron helps cover up
