An Undercover Assasssin

Chapter 20

Heathers P.O.V

Two weeks.

That's how long it has been since we have gotten any information about Cam. Everyone keeps telling me that she is fine and that some missions are like this, but I can feel it in my gut that something was wrong.

"Dude, if you pace anymore, you are going to wear down my floor. Calm down. She likes to go off the grid whenever she is done with her missions."

"But that isn't it. I can feel it. My gut never lies." I was on the verge of tears. What if she is hurt? Or captured? Or worse! What if she's dead? They act as if it's no big deal, but I bet a lot of things can happen out there!

They sigh and Mark turns to me, "Look, we will contact HQ and see if we can get anything from them about her status. It's a long shot because they don't tell us anything about her missions, but it is worth a try if it calms you down."

I nodded furiously as I jumped on both of them to pull them into a hug. "Thank you so much! You don't have any idea how much this means to me!" I said joyfully.

Mark chuckles as he picks up his phone, "Well here goes nothing." He mumbles as he walks out of the room.

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When Mark came back, his face was solemn and I immediately jumped up to ask him what they said. Before I could even get a word out of my mouth, he spoke.

"They got her." He started, clearly devastated. "Crescendo took Cam."

Jessie and I stared at him in shock. "H-how could this have happened?" I managed to stutter out after the shock wore off.

Mark shrugged as he was still stunned himself, "All I know is that she was following to one of their warehouses and she went in against orders, then she just....dissapeared from the grid." He muttered sadly, his eyes welling with tears.

I stood up and hugged him. "Don't worry, Mark. They will find her and bring her back to us." I said softly to sooth the crying boy.

At least I hope so.

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Cam's P.O.V

Groaning slightly, I opened my eyes as water soaked me to the bones. My eyes were covered but I could still hear, even if there was a slight ringing in my ears. "Wake up dearie." A voice boomed viciously.

I winced as it rang through the building and started to shift a bit to get out of the cuffs that held my hands to the chair. "Ah, ah, ah dearie. I wouldn't do that if I were you." I ignored the voice and continued to struggle.

Footsteps raced towards me and then if felt as if I was thrown in with a bunch of electric eels. I would have screamed, but I didn't want to give them the satisfaction. "Awe, this one is a silent one." The voice said, getting closer, "but don't worry, dearie. I will break you eventually." The voice said as they brought what felt like a knife down on my leg. I grunted as they pulled it back out and walked away.

"I could go all day, dearie. How about you?" He mockingly asked as he turned the electricity back on. Making my hands into fists, I stayed silent. It took everything in me not to scream.

The person torturing me sighed before walking towards me again with something dragging behind them. "Now dearie, you won't last long, we both know that." They chuckled.

I stayed silent, knowing that the person was trying to get a rise out of me. They pulled the blindfold off of me as they chuckled. It was a big, burly man with half of his face covered by a mask.

Behind him was a metal bat and some other tools that he must use for torturing. I was stuck in an electric chair, almost like the one they use to kill prisoners in prison, but this one doesn't attach to the head.

He laughed, "You have some pretty eyes, dearie." He leaned in close to me, "When I'm done with you, I think I will add them to my collection."

Realization struck me then. This was The Collector, Crescendos main torturer. I stared at him, his face getting closer to mine. I needed him to get away from me.

I spat in his face. It twisted in disgust and he threw a punch at me, making my head snap back. I started laughing crazily.

I stared him right in the eyes as I said my next words,

"Is that all you've got?"