The Fab Five- Pentagonix

Chapter 29- Haily

Haily’s P.O.V.

We had exactly ten minutes left in the car before we reached our destination, all of which were filled with Vivian doing her scales over and over again, Alyssa and Claire’s excited squeals, Rebecca’s continuous moaning, meaning she has to pee yet again, and the annoying vibration coming from my phone every five seconds. It was my mom. Surprised? Well, you shouldn’t be.

*How close are y’all?*

*Ten minutes away mom, you know, two minutes less than the last time you asked me.*

*Okay, keep me posted, I love you.*

*Love you too mom.*

I turned off my phone after the last text was sent, worried that I’d go absolutely insane if I heard something vibrate one more time.  After the whole kidnapping incident she’s been on my case constantly worried that something else would happen to me. I look up and see Alyssa’s mom turn down the radio, which I didn’t even know was on.

“Hey girls,” She said getting our attention. We all looked up as she continued. “So, the way this is going to work is y’all are going to go in, while I park the car, take the elevator, which is on the left side of the hallway on your right, and go to the third floor. Once there you will be met with a representative of the company that will lead you to the room the meeting will be held in. Rebecca, after, and only after, you know what room the meeting will be held in may you use the restroom. I will be in the lobby during your meeting and will be ready with the car out front once it’s over. Understand?” she finishes. Did she even breathe during that? A combination of “Yes,” “Yes ma’am,” and one “huh?” was heard. I face palmed, as did the other three girls, because they knew where the “huh?” had come from too. Rebecca unbuckled her seatbelt and held one hand on the handle of the door. Just as she yanked the door open, the car came to a stop in front of a tall building covered in tinted windows. We all got out of the car and followed Alyssa’s mom instructions until we were in the room where the meeting would be held. Rebecca then fled out of the room leaving a tall man in a suit looking confused.

“Don’t ask.” Said Viv.

“Let’s just say an empty thirst buster and the bladder the size of a grain of rice doesn’t mix well.” I inform the puzzled man. Rebecca walks back into the room. Wow, that was fast.

“Better?” asks the man.

“Uhh…erhh…yeah…” she stutters.

“Okay,” he begins, “I assume Mrs. Martin filled you all in considering you made it up here unsupervised.” We nod. “Good,” he continues, “ Cut the crap Carl.” Carl? Who the hell is Carl? A big, muscular guy covered in Tattoos and strange markings stepped through the door that was previously covered by a white board. I glance at Claire and see her eyes traveling from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. She repeats this action twice before stopping in mid-examination. I follow her gaze and see what she’s looking at. Shit. There’s a small bulge on his left hip indicating he had a gun. Dear Lord, we’re screwed. I continue to look at the bulge carefully before examining every marking on his arms, almost missing one that was partially covered by his left arm. On his right arm, right above his wrist, just below his pinky and ring finger, which were quite large must I add, was a marking. It looked as if it were meant to be there. As if it was signifying something important. I grabbed a pen that I had in my boot, I’m not sure why it was there, but hell, I’m glad it was. I rolled up the sleeve of my top ever so slightly making sure to keep my arm completely hidden under the table. I wrote quickly while pretending to be watching the tall no-named guy pull curtains over the windows and set up a projector.

*Stay calm. Big boy has gun on left hip. Look at his right wrist. Recognize that?*  I move my arm toward Rebecca who was luckily on my left. I drop my pen on the floor and bend down to get it, pulling Rebecca’s pant leg in the process. She looks down and I signal for her to come down.

“When we get back up I need you to read what’s written on my left arm and sign to me if you know what it means.” She nods. Rebecca and I took sign language in the fifth grade, thankfully. Once we were back up and I notice Rebecca has checked out the marking, I turn my eyes to focus on her hands. She points, makes a fist, throws two fingers over her thumb in a fist, and then points again. If you speak sign language then you would know what she just spelled. Point- G. Fist- A. Two fingers over thumb- N. Point- G. GANG. I looked up to see her face slightly scrunched basically meaning it’s what she thinks, but doesn’t know for sure. Perks of knowing someone for 10+ years? You know their facial expressions. I tune back in to no-name and Carl.

“So here’s how this is going to work. Carl and I are going to introduce ourselves. Carl would you like to begin, or shall I?” Non-name says. Carl motions toward no-name. “Very well, I’m Seth Powell.”

“And I’m Carl Bones.”

“As you may have already figured out. Or, maybe not, and oh pen girl? Yeah I saw you. Rather clever there.” I paled. “This isn’t a record deal. Quite the opposite really. You see, our friend, Vis Ley, or as you know him, Travis Bailey, is in big trouble.” At this point, everyone’s mouth is gaping open and Claire looks like she’s about to cry. “He was a member of our little “club” here.”  “Seth” pulls up his right sleeve, revealing a marking identical to “Carl’s”. Rebecca was right.

“So let me get this straight,” I start, not really scared anymore. More angry than anything. “The two of you, are using whatever Travis did against us, five teenage girls that were under the impression that we were about to become pop stars and” Carl opened his mouth to say something. “I’m not done “Carl.”  Now it was “Seth’s” turn.

“Young lady, I wouldn’t.” he states as “Carl” moves his hand to his left hip.

“My name is Haily. And go ahead. It’s fake. It’s a movie prop. Max Browning? He’s not a manager of a music company; he’s a world famous director, which is why we recognized him and the name of his business. My step-dad works at a pawn shop, so I know what a real gun looks like, and I dated a guy that was obsessed with movies. I remember watching his favorite movie, Attack on Paris: Zombie Invasion, at least 100 times. I just connected all of the dots once I realized that was a fake gun, and that your names were too. You see girls, Scar and Boone, not Seth and Carl, were on the top of America’s Most Wanted List two years ago, they fled the country and the last people heard of them, they were on a plane headed toward the Bermuda triangle, and we all know what happens there. Scott’s dad investigated their case for about 18 months. In reality, that was also the work of our dear friend Max, Scar’s uncle. Scar and Boone were getting in too much trouble, so Max faked their death in order to get them off the hook and save his career.” The girls had their mouths wide open, so did Scar and Boone.

“Very well. It seems we can’t trick this one. Time to play serious. While everything you stated was unfortunately true, you missed a crucial detail. Why we’re here, and why you and Travis are related to whatever “this” is. Travis was involved in our gang, starting about 8 months ago. He decided he wanted out, which if you know anything about gangs; you would know is strictly against the rules. Travis decided this was too much. He fled home and confessed for the trial Miss Washington was on, which thanks to her brother he knew about, leaving everyone to believe he was back for Miss Washington. Sorry sweetheart, he was there to protect his own ass, not yours.” Boone states.

“I still don’t understand what this has to do with us…” Vivian stated rather confused.

“Well,” began Scar, “You don’t leave a gang. You can’t. Our names are well known around the world; however most of yours are not. You are to do exactly as we say in order to get Travis’ ass back here.”

“And if we don’t?” Claire asked with an attitude. Wow. She’s pissed.

“If you don’t… let’s just say your condition, will be much worse than Travis’ current one.”

To be Continued…

A/N

Heyyyyoooh! So I know we were on hold, but I’ve been dying to write. I’m not sure who is going to update next, but I really hope this made up for our break, considering this is 5 pages on Microsoft words and 1,580+ words. Not to mention its 11:48 PM. If you guys enjoyed reading be sure to vote, comment, and add to your library. Bye Guys!!

-H