The Cutthroats

Chapter 1: A Day In The Life

Washington D.C

The Verizon Center

September 23, 2013

10:43 p.m.

"Are you sure we should do this?" Anthony asked, his voice dripping with nervousness.

"Of course. Why not?" Tasha said confidently.

"Well..Ermm....It's kinda illegal..."

"Anthony, do I look like a butt?" Tasha put her hand on her jutted hip and stared at him with pitiful eyes.

"Um...Well actually.." Anthony said, rubbing he back of his neck awkwardly.

"I said," her voice grew cold," do I look like a butt?"

"No..."

"Then they do you think I give a crap?"

Anthony turned his attention back to the building in front of him, but Tasha swore she could see him blushing.

"So, what are we doing?"

Tasha groaned out of frustration before speaking.

"We sneak into the back door, act as stage crew members, get backstage, then when Beyonce comes off stage, you'll distract the stage crew while I take her to the car. As soon as you hear the honk outside, run out to us. Simple enough?"

Anthony gulped.

"Here, you'll need this," Tasha said, passing him a fake backstage pass while strapping on her own.

As they approached the door, Tasha could sense Anthony tensing up. She thought about insulting him for it, as she normally would, but decided against it. He was already stressed enough as it is. And if he blows this, she knew they'd both be in huge amounts of trouble.

They easily got backstage. Everyone seemed so occupied with their own job, no one seemed to take any notice of them. As they got farther and farther backstage, they could hear the screams of the crowd get louder and louder. Tasha shook in anticipation, while Anthony shook in fear.

They saw a tall figure step offstage and dozens of people crowd over them. Anthony stood frozen in place while Tasha pushed him forward. He snapped out of it and trembled over to the crowd.

"H-hey everybody," he mumbled to the crowd. No one paid any notice to him.

"Hey!" he said a bit louder, earning nothing but a sideways glance from a few selected people.

"HEY! Y-YOU UGLY BUTTED POOP SNIFFING CROC-WEARING PAPS!" he shouted. This time he gained the attention of everywhere.

"I-I just t-thought I should let all you k-know t-that Barbra Streisand i-is..." he lost his train of thought as he saw a hand come behind the tall woman's face and clamp over her mouth. She was gone in a second, being dragged away by Tasha.

"Is what?!?" one of the older men yelled at Anthony. He imminently snapped back to what he was supposed to be doing.

"Barbra is now pregnant with h-her umm...second...cousin." he said, realizing it made no sense a bit too late. They would all know that something was up now. He began to sweat and he noticed it was getting harder to breath.

Everyone gave one last confused glare at the boy before turning back around to continue their previous work, only to find that Beyonce was gone.

"Oh my lawd Jesus," someone said," BEYONCE IS GONE. I REPEAT. BEYONCE. IS. GONE."

That was the only coherent thing Anthony could make out before the whole room erupted in frantic shouts and screams. He was pushed and knocked over by the surreal amount of scurrying people trying to find the missing pop star. He noticed that now was his time to escape.

He silently slipped out the back door just as Tasha's deafening BEEP was heard. Anthony sprinted over to the car and hopped in the passenger seat.

"Congratulations Anthony," Tasha smirked," we just got ourselves a Beyonce."

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Baltimore, Maryland

The Cutthroat Residence

September 23, 2013

12:14 a.m.

"The heroes have arrived!" Tasha said, throwing her arms out to her sides dramatically. Barely a second later, there was the sound of two girls running down the staircase.

"WHERE'S BEYONCE!?!" Halle's voice echoed through the house.

"SHE BETTER BE HERE OR ELSE IMMA GO ALL ALLIE JOY ON JO UGLY BODS," Allie shouted.

They both stood frozen at the bottom of the staircase as they saw the three standing here. Once they got over the pure second of shock, they raced over and literally tackled Beyonce to the ground. She tried to scream for help, but it was no use. The duck tape that had placed over he mouth proved to drown out her voice quite well. She struggled to get them off of her, but it wasn't too easy considering that her hands were tied behind her back.

Once the girls got off the floor, they walked over to Anthony and Tasha.

"See? I told you my plan would work," Allie said, a bit too pleased with herself.

"Hey! Your plan wouldn't even had worked if it wasn't for me. I'm the one who figured out where to find her," Halle said defensively.

That's how almost all of the Cutthroat's plans would go. Allie Joy would plan it out, she was quite the Einstein of the group. Meanwhile Halle would put everything in place, making sure that everything would turn out perfect. Tasha and Anthony were the ones who made it happen. It turned out to be a pretty good team.

"So where are we going to keep her?" Allie asked, looking over to see Beyonce trying to free herself, but failing miserably. It was a sorry sight.

"I have a special room in the basement just for her," Tasha said, smiling devilishly at the struggling woman.

So they lead her down the flight of concrete stairs to the concrete basement. They followed Tasha down a long hallway, the only light being the flashlight held in Halle's hand. Once they reached the end of the hallway, Tasha took out a set of keys. She tried opening the door with multiple keys before finding he correct one. She pushed back the concrete door, revealing a steal door behind it. She opened that one, leaving a black gate. The gate was opened and Beyonce was shoved into the room.

It wasn't completely horrible in the room. Sure, there were a fair amount of cockroaches, there was no heating, despite the cold winter outside, and it smelled of mold and dead animals. But there was a small single bed, just big enough. There were stacks of canned pork along the walls, and a piece of newspaper in the corner to "do your business". It was everything you needed to survive.

The tape was ripped from Beyonce's mouth (she won't need to be waxing anytime soon) and her hands were untied. As soon as she was freed, she raced towards the door, only to have the black gate shut on her by a smirking Tasha.

Beyonce was red with anger, and she looked just about ready to straggle someone. But her expression was quickly overcome with pure pain.

"Please, please let me go," she pleaded.

"Are you Ed Sheeran?" Tasha asked.

"What? No! I ju-"

"Then why are you being so emotional?"

The anger in Beyonce's face was back, and it showed no sign of leaving this time. So she quickly closed all three doors and went upstairs.

"Beyonce is in our house right now. I cannot believe it," Allie said. Everyone nodded in agreement, too tired to say anything.

Kidnapping Beyonce proves to be quite a difficult and tiring task...