Meet Jasmine, a thirteen year old girl abandoned by her own parents and left to fight for her life on the streets. Everyday, the only sun she sees is inky black. The good news? Her Ipod. The only thing her parents gave her. And Fight Song by Rachel...
I pull out my phone and dial Rachel's number while the rest of them wait worriedly. Oddly, instead of connecting, I hear a redirect tone.
"Hello?"
"Please state your full name." Somebody on the other demands, clearly not Rachel.
"Allyson Brooke Hernandez." I say, waiting for their response.
"Thank you Ms. Hernandez. You will be transferred shortly." Came the reply before I hear another redirect tone, this time connecting through to Rachel.
"Ally!?" Rachel says worriedly.
"Rachel, where are you? What's with your phone?" I ask.
"Ally, I'm being detained right now, so that was the receptionist answering. Is Jazz alright?"
"That's why I was calling. We went to go pick her up at Melanie's place, but there's no one there and the front door was wide open. There's also a note taped to the door that says 'I told you so.' "
"Oh god, he must've taken her! All of them!" She screams.
"Rachel! Listen to me, calm down." I hear her breathing become increasingly stable before I continue.
"Who is he?" I ask.
"Antoni Marconi."
"Who's that?" I ask, confused.
"The manager of the TV Singing show that Jazz was on. She had won instead of his daughter, so he was set on getting his revenge. That's why I'm here, and who likely took her and the others."
"Any idea where he might have taken them?" I ask.
"Unfortunately no. But, I know my sister uses an Iphone. Try the find my IPhone app, you might be able to find her."
"Right. Try not worry Rach, alright? I'll give you a call back when we find them. I promise."
"Okay, stay safe Als." She says before hanging up. I tap on the Find My IPhone app, and type in Melanie's number, praying that it shows. To my luck, it does.
"Girls, I might know where they are. I've tracked Melanie's phone to a Columbia Records Studio just South of here." I say, motioning toward the car. We quickly hop in, and I drive off, handing my phone to Dinah in the passenger seat. She guides us to the point marked on the map. We quickly make our way inside, hearts beating rapidly. Most of doors are closed except one at the very end. Inside, an unfamiliar man stood with his back to us pointing a gun at Freddy. Freddy wields a gun as well, aimed at Jasmine.
"Shoot her." The man says, tightening his grip on the trigger.
"I c-can't. Please." Freddy says.
"5."
"4."
"3." I motion for us to leave the room.
"Lauren, get down the hallway and make a raccet, then hide. That should get his attention, and drawn him towards you." I instruct, and she quickly makes her way down the hall while we all hide as well. Before long, we hear several bangs coming from her direction. The man steps out and heads towards Lauren. I quickly say a mental prayer for Lauren and lead the rest inside the room. Jasmine looks like she's about to shout, so I quickly put my finger to my lips.
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