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31//hunted

james;

i walk away from his helpless little body.
he'll be dead in no time.

i hate teenagers.
especially those on social media.
and cameron seemed like the perfect example that i needed to eliminate.

"hey bart, call in his parents!" i shout to mr. bordelon, his eyes fixing on me as he sends me a look of confusion.

"why?" he asks.
this guy asks too many questions.
if he isn't careful, he'll be next.

"did you just question me?" i walk over, threatening him with a glare.

he opens his mouth in fear, unable to speak.
i point my finger at his chest and threaten this little son of a gun.

"if. you. ask. me. one. more. question.." i trail off, tapping on his chest with every single word.

"you will be dead," i finish, turning back on my heel. bart should've known better than to question my intentions.

"NOW CALL THEM GODDAMMIT!" i scream loudly, seeing his face turn pale as he scrambles to the phone.

"idiot," i murmur to myself before walking into my office.

i brought cameron to the CAG headquarters, which just happened to be very close to johnny's house.
our building is a tall gray building, with no windows to shine a trace of sunlight through.
just the way i like it.
dark,
and hopeless.

we disguised this building as a "construction in progress" location, so that no clueless travelers would mistakenly stumble upon us.

my original intention of this organization was to capture celebrities and threaten them for money.
take their family members, friends, property, and use them for our personal benefit.

but now,
i use CAG for a different purpose.
to track down obnoxiously annoying teenage "stars" and teach them who's really boss.
and my team of secretly disguised men, such as johnny and bart, go along with anything i say.
but it comes with a price.
my team demands high amounts of money in return for their favors.
if they keep this up, i'll be broke in no time.
and that's why i'll need to get rid of them too.

"okay boys, let's get this show on the road!" i shout to my team, as they quickly shuffle to the room where cameron's being held.

as i leave my office, i hear one of my men shouting in surprise: "boss, he's not here anymore!"

my jaw drops.
how did he get out?

i quickly run over to where the rest of my men are. they're all standing around cameron's empty chair in pure shock.

"don't just stand there, go find him you idiots!" i scream, and they all run out of the room in search of our missing victim.

"cameron, i will find you. it's impossible to run away from james cash," i whisper under my breath as i watch my men scatter off.

that boy shouldn't have made me angry.

cam;

"quick, follow me!" the girl whispers hurriedly, hearing footsteps all around us.

i have no clue who she is,
but if maeve trusts her,
then i do too.

the girl opens a vent, and motions for us to crawl inside.

"there is no way i'm getting inside that thing. i'm wearing my hoodie from urban outfitters, and that shit is expensive," i complain, not wanting to ruin my brand new item.