This chapter's kinda graphic. Mentions/Descriptions of torture and killing. Plus, some language. Cause she's not Cammie, but someone else who likes to curse both mentally and to others. Read at your own risk.

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Cammie POV

'Shade, what's your status?' A gruff voice asked from my comms, annoying the hell out of me. Why didn't they ever trust me to do my job? It was not as if I had somewhere else to go.

'Ready to engage.' I expertly slipped up the window and landed softly in a bedroom. A dark figure was sleeping peacefully. My target. I pulled out my knife from one of my numerous knife sheathes. As graceful as a cat, code name Shade calmly slit the neck of the sleeping man. He opened his frightful grey eyes and made a small gurgling noise. But I felt no sympathy. Mercy, or sympathy, was not something they taught me. He made a final grunt and stopped moving, red blood spilling from his neck and nose. Now, he will never wake from his sleep. Just like my dozens of other past targets.

'Are you done?' The same voice asked again. I rolled my dark eyes and cleaned the red knife in the man's bed sheet.

'Mission accomplished.' I turned to get out the window when my eyes landed on a tiny boy standing in the doorway. I looked at the boy with piercing grey eyes like his father. Shit.

'I thought you secured the door!' I hissed into the earpiece. Silence. They cut off the com.

'Who are you?' He asked in a small voice. It was in Hungarian, though I had no problem speaking it. 'Where's my papa?' He took a step towards the bed. One of the things they made me remember flashed in my head. Leave no witnesses. The boy was not a child to me right now. He was simply a witness I had to eliminate. Silently, I pulled out my knife and slid behind the boy. For a blink, the child's brown messy hair reminded me of someone. But as fast as if appeared, the strange feeling vanished. I never felt regret for what I did. I never had a chance to learn feelings. The 15 years missing in my life stole away all my emotions. But for the first time in 3 years, I felt guilt.

'I'm sorry.' But it didn't change what I did. After whispering those words, I ran my knife down the boy's pale throat. He gasped pathetically.

'Why... Why'd you do that?' He slumped down and red blood seeped down his white nightgown. His terrified grey eyes which were glazed with pain stared into my dark blue.

'I'm sorry.' I repeated slowly and pulled the boy to his feet. I dragged his limp body to his father's side and laid him down. His breath was shallow and panicked now.

'I... I'm scared. It... It hurts!' I closed my eyes and allowed a stab of guilt hit me. When I opened my eyes, I was staring into the dead eyeballs of a five year old boy. Backing off, I led myself down the window and onto the lawn.

'Do you have extraction team ready?' I muttered into the com. A static. And a sweet voice entered my head.

'Oh, dear Shade. We have some talking to do when we get here, right?'

Catherine.

'Dammit! Stop!' I screamed and screamed until they stuffed a rag in my mouth. Cold and sharp blades dug into my flesh, drawing red. Blood welled in my already scarred and wounded body. Tears streaked down my cheeks and soaked my bloody wrist. 'Stop.' I whispered in a weak voice. Catherine smiled calmly and twirled the knife in her hand. My blood flecked off the silver surface.

'Sure, Shade. We won't want you forgetting your training, right?' I bit down my bruised and torn lips hard. It hurt, but pain helped me concentrate. I grit my teeth and looked up at her with blood leaking down my arms and legs. I never fought back to her. My first memory was Catherine torturing me. It was the start. I knew no one except her and her husband who I worked with. Catherine and this organization is the only memory I have. When I am good and she leaves me alone for a few days, bits return to me. Those days, I only see sharp green eyes. Which I never told anyone. If she found out and stole that too, I'm not sure I can stand it. But maybe... maybe today...

'...I'm not doing what you motherfuckers want anymore.' It's growled out, hissed between my teeth. A metallic taste lingered in my mouth and I spit blood out angrily.

'What did you say, dear?' The knife smoothly stroked my cheeks, drawing lines of red. I remembered the boy's terror. I could hear his voice, asking why I did it. I was seeing his grey eyes, empty and dead. And anger, furious and burning, made me see red.

'I said, I'm not listening to your shit anymore.' Her own dark eyes gleamed. I knew that look. It was the look in her eyes before she tortured me and made me forget whatever glimpse of the past I had. I wasn't letting it happen anymore. I was tired of this shit. I was sick of this hellhole. I hated Catherine, hated killing innocent children. And I was ready to fight back.

'My, my. Sweet Shade is angry.' Pain raced up my right arm as a hard iron rod dug up my skin. I screamed but laughed too. I might sound crazy, but I don't care.

'I won't break. Not any more.' Ice water was dumped on my burnt and cut skin, effectively dulling the pain. But I knew, it was going to hurt a hundred times more later. I flashed my bloody teeth at her. 'Catherine, I'm not yours anymore. So fuck you.' Maybe that was the last straw. She yanked out a gun from her waistband.

'Little girl, you were always mine, starting from that summer.' And she fired. The shot wouldn't have killed me. I'm too useful for her to kill. But it doesn't matter, since I was stalling when I talked to her. The bonds were off me soon and I lunged at that bitch, tearing the gun from her hands.

'I'm not a little girl.' I fired at her shoulder blades. She screamed but looked up with smiling eyes.

'You always were, my dearest Shade.' I hated that name. 'Shade' couldn't actually be my real name. What kind of effing parent would name their girl 'Shade'? I shot again, this time at her kneecaps. It hit perfectly and busted her bones, along with her flesh and muscle. A sharp snap echoed as I hit her bone directly. My lips parted in a laugh as specks of blood hit me. Her legs were a mess of flesh and clothes. I hoped I'd crippled her. However, all thoughts vanished when she started to sing.

'Above the plains, up the hill, there stood a castle bold...' Pain. It was all I could think as the strange melody enveloped me in a agonizing hug.

'No...' Memories were flying around so fast, making my head nearly explode.

'A gleaming palace made of white, a pillar to behold...' What was happening? Torturing scenes filled my head and the pain I felt were vivid. Too vivid, for my taste.

'Be quiet!' I was screaming now, clutching my head and curled in a corner.

'The horsemen lived in service to the castle and the crown...' Now I couldn't see. Only blinding red and white pain was visible to my eyes.

'Shut up! I said, shut the fuck up!' I yelled as loudly as I could, struggling to drown away my own screams. I was begging, screaming in my head. She was singing this song when she tortured me.

'But the knights rose up and killed the kings...' No. It just hurt too much. My hands fumbled and found the hard metal gun. I wanted it to be over. No. The pain was killing me.

'No.' I said with tears slipping down. I snapped off the safety lock. My hands rose and aimed the gun at my head.

'And it all burned down...' Her last words made my head spasm with agony and suppressed memories. That's when I remembered. The three years I thought I remembered? They were fake too. I didn't have dozens on my kill lists. I had hundreds. And I killed 577 people, including the boy. This wasn't my first escape attempt. I struggled to fight back after every mission. The pain in my head was growing, although I didn't know that it was possible to hurt more. After every kill, this happened. Which meant... this was my 576th escape try. And I failed every single try. I would fail again, of course. But this time, I had a gun. A weirdly happy laughter echoed in the chamber when my hands closed around the dark weapon. Maybe I was going to be die now. Become an angel or demon. I'm totally sure I'd be a demon when I die. Either way, maybe I'd be free. Free. What a disgusting word when I don't have a past to remember, or have a family to return to. The peculiar music filled my mind until I relented to the pain. Deep green eyes looked at me sadly before I pulled the trigger.

Bang.

'And it all burned down...'

Everything turned dark. The three shitty years of killing was finally over. Or so I thought.

I actually forgot that song so I had to skim through my books... I'm not crazy, but I like that song. There will be more of Zach and Bex, along with Macey and Liz. A bit of Grant or Josh too? ;) Next stop, Shade's escape. Read and Review please!