An Undercover Assasssin

Chapter 21

Camryn's P.O.V.

  Heather and I were standing outside on the porch. We were talking, just talking, about everything and nothing. I was really close to Heather, physically at least. We were talking about the stars and some of their meanings when she turned to me.

When I was about to ask her 'what's up?' She stared leaning closer to me. Like there was a magnet pulling me to her, I started leaning in as well.

When our lips met, the nervous butterflies that had settled into my stomach turned into something else, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

After a minute or two, we pulled away from each other for air. "Wow." She whispered

"Wow indeed." I chuckled as I leaned in once more, already wanted to remind myself of what her lips taste like.

Just when our lips brushed together, something slammed in the house and then someone yelled my name.

I sighed as I turned to Heather, "looks like I have to go see what they did."

Heather pouted, so I did the only thing I could think of to remove the pout.

I kissed her once again. I felt her smile a bit into the kiss.

Once I pulled away, I stood up. "Well this was a really nice chat Heather, but I have to go now."

Her lips tasted like vanilla.

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The water was, once again, poured onto my face to wake me up.
"Hello again, Agent Brown." Said the Collector as he sat in front of me. I didn't say anything again, as I wanted to make him angry.

His eye twitched as the silence thickened. "So you're doing this again, aren't you Agent?" He mutterer through gritted teeth.

I just cheekily smiled at him and looked around the room boredly. He stood up quickly, knocking the chair down with his momentum and grabbed me by the hair. "Listen here, punk, I can make you time here miserable do you want that? 'Cause I will make it happen!" He spat out before yanking my hair again.

After that he walked away and over to a console, which was probably connected to all of the torcher weapons he had laying around.

"Lets see, let's see....the shock chair? No, we did that yesterday. The whip? Nah, we did that the other day too....hmm..oh? What's this?" He picked up a syringe filled with green liquid and turned to me. "Well, if no one else is going to use it..." He started to walk towards me slowly, as if he is trying to intimidate me.

This will be fine, things have been injected into me multiple times. It will be like that time in Iraq or that other time in France. I thought to myself

"Don't worry, punk, this will only hurt, " The needle was inserted into my neck, "a lot." He said seriously.

At first, nothing happened, but then, there was pain..

A whole lot of pain.

A few whimpers left my mouth, but that was it and he noticed.

When he did, he started tsking at me. "Now child, we like to hear the screams." He grabbed another syringe and put it into the other side of my neck.

I was still quiet.

He growled slightly before grabbing a knife that sat on the table next to him and plunging it into my knee. "This is going to be a long night." The Collector whispered.

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A slap echoed the building as Cristina got angry at me for not saying anything still.

My eyes wouldn't focus as well after Collector injected the green liquid into my body. "Why won't you say anything?!" Cristina yelled in frustration.

I smirked at her as her fist collided with my chest, making one of my ribs crack. Out of habit, I laughed when the pain hit me. Cristina stared at me in anger. "God damn Agent! Why are you laughing? You masochistic mother-" she was cut off by a banging on the door.

When I finally stopped laughing, I looked at her seriously. "Looks like they finally found you." Before smiling woozily.

The last thing I heard before I passed out was the door banging open and a man yelling: "over here!" Mark?

I saw him leaning over me faintly with him looking worried, but I just closed my eyes slowly.

I'm finally going home.

Then my grip on consciousness drifted away.