Chemistry

A (not math) Test As Done By Connor

I crept into the spotlight.

"Hello? Amàya?"

The spotlight felt insanely warm against my Jamaican skin. I heard a hiss and then saw the Black Widow-I mean Amàya-crawl in. I fought the urge to jump back. There were black and red sparkles and then Amàya appeared.

"What do you want, Connor?"

She snickered at my uncomfortable expression.

"I want you to give us the girls, alive, please."

"Oh, you'll get them. As soon as I'm done with them!"

"What?!"

"Your plan is no use. The girls are under my control."

Her eyes had a devilish gleam as Sam, Drew, Ben, and Jacob joined me in the light. Everything around us was pitch black except for the little light the spotlight shone.

"What do you mean, 'under your control'?"

"They won't be joining you for a while..." She smiled and cackled as she pushed a button.

CLICK.

Ben gasped. Another spotlight came on, showing Camryn lying motionless in a glass coffin with gold edges. However, instead of her training gear, she had on a black, mid-sleeved dress that came down to her knees, with black heels on. Her hair was done up in a French braid, and she held a blood-red rose. Ben lunged for her case, but we all held him back. He was struggling to get out, then Jacob punched him in the back and he relaxed a bit. Amàya smiled deviously.

CLICK.

About 10 meters away from Cam lay Andie in a glass coffin, the exact same as Cam's. She, too, wore the black dress with heels. Her hair and rose were the same as Cam's too. Drew screamed and sprinted toward the coffin, crying and sprawling himself over the glass, trying to find a way to open it. Ben and Jacob calmly walked over and took Drew's hands and pulled him off the glass. He was thrashing around so Connor tased him. Drew immediately stopped thrashing and started sobbing into Jacob. Jacob had no idea what to do so he just absentmindedly patted Drew's shoulder.

CLICK.

Bryn. Same hairstyle, same clothes, same shoes, same rose. Sam drew in a sharp breath and started to clench his fists.

CLICK.

Noel. Same hairstyle, same clothes, same shoes, same rose. Jacob went limp. Drew slid off Jacob and onto the floor, still sobbing.

CLICK.

Ember. Same hairstyle, same clothes, same shoes, same rose. I felt a little dizzy and started to sway. Sam slapped me and I came back to my senses.

"What are you gonna do to them?!" I screamed.

Amàya still had a playful smile.

"You can have them back. As soon as you're done with the test."

We all gave her a dubious look.

"Connor. Which girl do you prefer?"

I tried to lie to save Ember.

"I don't have a favorite."

She whipped around.

"Don't lie to me. I know you have a special someone in the group. The one who you... kissed last night?"

I blushed profusely. Drew, Ben, and Jacob looked at me, alarmed.

"Who told you?!"

"I might've been eavesdropping on the girls' conversations... and the one with the curly red hair was telling the story. Over and over. So I assume your 'special someone' is Ember, correct?"