Deception - H.S

Chapter 1

Three gun shots are heard from somewhere behind us. Guards coming up to lead the three boys off the stage immediately. The crowd starts panicking and running everywhere. I grab Ayla's arm as if out of reflex and push my way through to get to the nearest exit but everyone was headed in the same direction, stranding us since we were at the front.

Without giving much thought, I pull her towards the backstage knowing there will be an exit somewhere there and running as fast as I can with her tailing behind me. My breathing heavy with panic, the adrenaline pumping through my veins being the only thing keeping me going in the moment.

We push our way through, spotting the green exit sign and taking a left down the hallway. The door was just a few meters away from us, my chest heaving with only thing running in my head, getting us out of here.

A tall figure dressed in black pants and a black zip up walks in, a black ski mask concealing his identity walks in through the exit, holding a sniper gun. My body freezes, glancing over my shoulder to see her face completely drained of any color. The two of us were breathing rapidly, my knees were shaking in fear as the man holds the weapon pointing at me first and then her.

They get closer, weapon pointing at me since I moved to the right as slowly as I could to shield her, it being the only thing mattering to me in the situation. Their bright blue eyes lock onto mine, my bottom lip trembling and expecting nothing but the worst. I manage to let out a pathetic "please", praying to some higher force that they let us go. Their eyes flicking between the pair of us before screaming, "Run! If you're not out that exit in the next five seconds I'm going to put a bullet through both your skulls!"

3 Hours Earlier

"Hey! you better be ready or I'm dragging your ass out naked." Ayla barges into my room looking furious. "I'm almost rea-" I get interrupted with a shoe flying at me.

"You are not ready. Wear what we decided on, please?" Her Australian accent being more recognizable on the last word.

Ayla can be loud sometimes but her energy is beyond imaginable, something that I greatly admired about her along with her confidence. I was still in a plain black t-shirt and jeans from earlier, not in the mood for changing but will do so since I was being forced. She never forced me in a bad way though, her heart was in a good place, pushing me to do things but only ones that she knew I could handle.

"How did you get the best seats to Deception's concert and backstage passes? Why did you spend so much on this?" I hear her voice from my room while I put on the maroon dress she picked out for me.

"Uhm... I just thought I should you know..." I shrug my shoulders as Ayla walks out of my room. I think me tripping on a giant sea turtle sitting on the edge of a staircase and falling to my death would make more sense than me giving her the explaination that she wants. I will be telling her eventually but push it until I extremely have to, which will be when I get backstage. Confrontations and social situations have always been difficult for me, I was working on it slowly though.

I look at myself in the mirror one last time and take the necklace Ayla wanted me to wear off before grabbing my bag and walk out my room to see Ayla with the apartment door open. She was extremely excited for this, being a fan ever since the beginning two years ago, even before the band was at its peak.

"Come on, we're gonna be late." she whines stomping her foot in annoyance.

***

The ride to the stadium wasn't too long but we were late because of the insane traffic we had to get through. Our seats being at the extreme front as we pushed through to get to them with the entire crowd cheering before the show even started. Once we get to the front, I realize how close we were going to be to them, they would be able to see us.