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Ashling was beginning to shake with anger. "Why does it matter?" she snapped. "Someone needs my help, I'm a spy, I need information." even her voice was quaking with the immense emotion that she was containing.

Rachel sighed. Come into my office so we can speak about this privitely. She said. She looked at the girls watching curiously. Go back to your dorms or wherever you came from. She said to them with a clap of her hands. She led Ashling to her office with a hand on her shoulder and sat her down in a chair. Ashling, Blackthorne Insitite is not like Gallagher Academy. Its cover up is that it's a boarding school for troubled boys, which is true for the most part. Most of the boys there have nowhere else to go, either orphaned or have a bad home life. She took a deep breath and sighed. Blackthorne is like a prison. The boys there are beaten so that they are used to pain, they do drills at nights, they train them to feel no emotion. It is a school in the middle of nowhere for troubled boys with no other place to go. They march, they're trained to use every type of gun and that it's a neccessary weapon, where as here, we train you to only use a gun when neccessary. If you look it up on the internet, ask anyone about it, they won't know what you're talking about. It's a very secret school. It's not a school for spies in training, Ashling. It's a school to train assassians. 

Ashling's face turned whiter than a sheet. "I-I have to go get him. They're punishing him. " She  pushed the chair back so quickly it toppled over. As she attempted to open the door, her hands fumbled and refused to work.Uttering a string of curse words, sighed and tried to calm down.

Rachel stood up and walked over to her. Who? How do you know they're punishing him?

Ashling breathed her response "Zachary." She tried the door again and this time opened it slowly. She began walking out and towards her dorm.

Rachel made a face at that name. She felt a sick feeling in her gut. Zachary . . . She called out to Ashling. Come on. We're going to Blackthorne. Because if I'm right about who I think you're talking about, then the headmaster better get prepared. She said fiecely, looking like a tough mama bear. She turned and headed to the school's garage. 

Ashling followed quickly. "We need weapons. If they are assasins we're going to need protection." her voice was no longer shaky, she sounded angry but more in control. She felt the adrenaline in her veins and was determinded to find him.

Rachel shook her head. They're no threat. They know me. Headmaster Pierces wouldn't lay a finger on us. They don't kill innocent people. They kill drug dealers, bad cult leaders, things like that. They're like the more violent cousins of Gallagher. She said, checking out a car and getting in. 

Ashling laughed a short, hysteric laugh. "Wonderful. That doesn't change the fact the boy I might like may have killed someone." she said as she climbed in on the passenger side,

Rachel looked at her. Ashling, you're a spy. Someday you might have to do the same thing. She said and drove out of the gates of Gallagher Academy. She sped down the road towards Blackthorne. She pulled out a phone and called her daughter. Celestine, hun, where are you? Celestine told her she was in Roseville with some of the girls, not including the boys. Rachel nodded. Alright, well, I'm leaving the Academy for a little bit so if I don't get back there before you do, don't worry. Celestine said alright, I love you, and goodbye. Rachel repeated the I love you and goodbye and hung up the phone. She turned on the radio. 

Ashling nodded, she understood.She closed her eyes and keot her head back against the seat.

In about an hour, the two arrived at the Institute. There were high walls surrounding the insititue, topped with barbed wire. The whole school was grey. A guard stopped them. You can't go in there unless you are permitted to be able to be in Blackthorne Institute. Rachel rolled her eyes. The hell I can't. I'm Rachel Morgan. The headmistress of Gallagher Academy. I need to speak the headmaster, Jeffery Billings. She pulled out her I.D and the guard let her through. Once they were parked, Rachel hopped out of the car, looking determind. Don't say anything while we're here to Headmaster Billings. He's a pain. She said and went inside. A few of the boys watched curiously as the two made their way to the Headmaster's office. From the inside the office, there was yelling. It only came from Headmaster Billings. Rachel knocked on the door and opened it before he could allow her in. Zachary stood there, his bleeding back to the door. Old wounds mixed with new ones. He held his shirt in his hand, leaning against the chair to keep himself up. His eyes were half closed and his teeth were gritted in pain. Rachel looked at him with wide eyes and breathed out. Zachary . . . Zachary didn't seem to hear them come in, he was in too much pain. Blood dripped on the foor where he stood and the headmaster looked at Rachel. What the hell are you doing here, Rachel? Rachel looked from Zachary to Billings and started screaming, using creative, explicit language. Zachary looked at her, his eyes widening a bit. Aunt Rachel? He said, uncertain. He hadn't even seen Ashling yet. His face, too, was bloody, with a swollen eye and busted, swollen lip. 

Ashling rushed in after Rachel. She stopped cold when she saw Zachary. Her hand went over her mouth and she gasped. Eye flaring with a new found anger that burned strong than before, she started towards the man. Her hands shook again, but with anger instead of the previous fright. "You." she jabbed an accusing finger at Billings. Thats all she could manage before she turned back to Zachary, and gingerly began to examine his face. She winced, just looking at the various wound all over him.

Zachary narrowed his eyes, his vision a bit blurred. Ashling? Billings looked at them with a curled lip. So, I assume this is the girl that that future filthy traitor told us about. Zachary looked at him and snapped. I am not a traitor. He said weakly. Rachel looked at him. Get your things, Zachary. You're coming with me. Zachary will no longer be attending Blackthorne. Ashling, go with Zachary to his dorm to get his things. Billings looked at Rachel and snarled. Good. Take that traitor. We have no use for him here. He's going to turn out a traitor just like your sister and his father. 

Ashling nodded, then realized he probably couldn't see her well. "Yes. I'm here." She took his hand, and without his permission, laced her fingers through his, and led him from the room. "Which why is your dorm?" was all she asked. She wouldn't look a him, and her voice quivered.

Zachary held her hand weakly and walked slowly with her, wincing in pain. This floor. Down the hall. Room 206. Phil walked by and curled his lips in a smile. He slapped Zach's phone in his hand. Good to see you looking so well, Zachary. He said and slapped Zach on the back. Zach let out a scream in pain through gritted teeth and his body shook with sobs. Phil scoffed and turned, walking away. He wiped Zach's blood off onto his own trousers. 

Ashling gritted her teeth at his pain, and walked towards the room. She didn't bother letting go of his hand, and just kicked the door open. Walking in, she looked around.

Zachary bent down by his bed and groaned in pain. He pulled out his suitcase and lifted it onto his bed. All I have is clothes. He said, stumbling to the closet and pulling out all the clothes. He weakly threw them in the suitcase. 

Ashling shook her head and smiled a sad smile that never reached her eyes. Shaking her head, she gently put a hand on his chest. "Stop. Just...sit." she breathed out the last word of her sentence.  She began taking his clothes from their places and putting them in the suit case.

Zachary sat, making sure that his back didn't touch anything. Why . . . did you come? How did you know? He asked weakly.