An Undercover Assasssin

Chapter 3

Heathers P.O.V

I quickly sat up in bed and took in my surroundings. I was in a soft bed of an unfamiliar room that was painted mint green with paintings all over the walls, and I meam that they were actually on the walls. As I was taking in everything in the room, I started to think about how I got here. The last thing I could remember was the random guy showing up and- oh god, I thought, I was kidnapped and they are going to sell me in the underground markets.

I felt fear and panic flow through my body as the door opened. I jumped out of bed and grabbed the closest thing to me. It happened to be a lamp.

The person stood at the door, her silver hair shining in the moonlight and her amber eyes glistening with amusement as she was obviously trying not to laugh. I recognized her from somewhere, but I couldn't place it just yet. So I tried to ask questions. "Why the hell-"

I was suddenly cut off when she turned and yelled, "YO JESSE! MIKE! GET YOUR ARSES UP HERE, SHE'S AWAKE!" She turned back and took a couple strides towards me then stopped. I was about to swing the lamp at her when realization struck me.

"You're her." She looked at me, confused. "The girl in the locker room and the one with a body of steel." I think she froze, but before I could do or say anything more, two new people crashed into the room. Literally, they landed on the floor with a bang.
"I win!" The redhead declared as she stood up.
"You totally cheated!" The brown haired guy snapped back. Meanwhile the silver haired girl just stood there, amusement flashing across her face before she got their attention by cleaning her throat.

Ahem, she got their attention quickly and was finally able to introduce them to me. "These two knuckleheads here," she said, pointing to the redhead and guy, "are Mike and Jesse." Pointing at each of them as she said their names. "And I am Camryn Brown."

I looked at the two newer people. The redhead, Jesse, she had a roundish face with blue/gray eyes and a cute button nose with full, kissable lips, yes I have come in terms with my sexuality ages ago. She was also thin and tall, about 5'8" but since she was wearing a tighter shirt I could also tell that there were some muscles underneath it. Cute, I thought before turning to the boy, Mike.
He had warm brown eyes that reminded me of coffee and put me at ease. He was also tall, about 6'2", and stocky. He has a more of a tougher face though, with a scar that was just barely visable over his left eye a pointed nose and lips that were in a slight grin. Very cute. By now, if you hadn't realized, I am bisexual.

Finally, I turned to the silver haired girl, Camryn, taking her in. If the other two were Cute, then she was beautiful. Her hair stopped just under her ears- you could almost mistake her for a boy- and she was obviously one of the few that could make silver hair attractive. Meeting her gaze, I quickly look at her face, a small nose and full lips that had a bit of a red tinge to them. She was a bit shorter than the other two, roughly 5'5", but she was not in anyway less stocky. Her gaze was cold, but oddly comforting and friendly at the same time. After glancing at them, I tried to talk but was silenced after nobody but Mike answered.

Finally, Mike decided that he couldnt handle being in the same room as the other two or thought they they needed to talk and asked if I wanted anything to eat. I gladly nodded my head and followed him out the door while the other two started whispering fiercely.

I sighed as I sat down. "What's wrong shortly?" Mike asked. He is barely taller than I am. "Everything is fine.."

"But.." Mike prompted.
I sighed again, "I dont want to cause trouble for you guys by staying here any longer than I need to....but I am worried about that man coming after me again." I finally said after listening to Camryn and Jesses quiet bickering.

Mike just squeezes my shoulder and says, "Don't worry, Shorty. You can stay as long as you want." With that, he went bacm to cooking and ymthe other two came in with small smiles on their faces. "What's with the sly smirks." Mike asks without turning towards them. You know that they have been friends for a long time when they say something like that.

"N-nothing." Jesse stutters out, looking baffled. Mike rolled his eyes. "Pu-lease. You and I both know one of you is up to something and I am gonna bet that it is you this time Jesse." She slumped forward, seemingly defeated and whispered something in his ear. His eyes widened. "You wouldnt dare."

"She already has." Camryn spoke for the first time, seeming flustered. Hmm wonder what she said.. "Hey guys."
They stopped their conversation. "Yes Heather." Jesse and Cam said at the same time.

I folded my hands together to keep from fidgeting. "So...how do you guys know so much about why you are doing? Why are you so secretive? And why bring me here instead of the hospital?" Words shot out of my mouth before I could even stop them and I held my breath, waiting for an answer.

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Cam's P.O.V

I froze when Heather asked the questions. And it wasn't just me, we all did. It was so quiet in the rokm you could hear a pin drop. I decided to answer at least one of her questions.
"We brought you here because my uncle can do better with patients who are under this kind of drug than anyone else. So he knew how to treat you quickly before anything else happened. You should probably be glad we brought you here, sweetheart." Once I finish, Carter clicks Good job. I thank him silently and then turn around, heading back out of the room. "Well this has been fun, but I didnt sleep last night so I'm out of here. Peace." And headed back to my mint green room.

There I started thinking of the past. The house right after my parents died...

I was six years old at the time. The only thing I really knew was that I couldnt see Papa or Mama anymore. But I didnt understand why. I didn't even understand why they found me covered in blood or why I had to go to a new home.

My new parents were different. My 'mother' was actually the normal one, even when she started to get all drugged up. It was all because of him. My 'father' was the angry one. The one you wished was sober enough so he wouldn't pay attention to you. Being the new kid at a small town school was hard enough, but a parent that beat you? Life was miserable. He would beat us and treat us like slaves, even used a whip sometimes when he was really drunk.

But one day, everything started to look up. 'Father' stopped drinking and doing drugs and so did 'Mother' so we actually started acting like a family. It felt nice and wrong at the same time. I felt like I was betraying my parents.

Sadly, it didnt last. I came home one day after the neighbor dropped me off. Something was different around the house. It had a colder atmosphere. It was scary, I almost ran back to the neighbors house. But then the door opened. Out came my 'Father' he looked right at me.

"Come here. Now!" He yelled at me. After shaking my gead vigorously, I tried running. He pulled a knife out on six year old me. If I knew what I know now, then I wouldn't have had a problem, but I didnt know anything besides the fact that my 'Father' had brought the knife to my face.

"Please..." I whimpered, trying to get away from him and the knife. The next thing I knew was unimaginable pain. The knife had slashed from my temple, over my right eye, and ended right under my cheek bone. I screamed before he put his hand over my mouth.

Next I felt it run across my navel area and it slashed upwards to my shoulder. At this point I am not even sure how I am alive.

As my world fades to black, I could hear the sirens in the background, coming closer. He was in the process of finding a new spot to inflict pain when he heard it. He tried to run. But they got there too quickly for him to even get into his car.

The last thing I thought was, finally, someone has put a stop to this.