The Fab Five- Pentagonix

Chapter 30 - Alyssa

Alyssa's P.O.V.

"If you don't...let's just say your condition will be much worse than Travis' current one." I can't believe what I'm hearing. The shock is as clear on my face as it is on the faces of my four best friends, and Scar and Boone definitely notice. "Oh come on," Scar continues, "You didn't really think that some big important manager guy came to your small town just to see some stupid talent show. You can't be that stupid!" Scar seriously seems amazed. He shouldn't be since he seems to know all about the shit that has happened to us in less than a year.

Scar begins pacing the floor, and Boone is giving him dirty looks. Boone turns back to us and pastes on an obviously fake smile. "I'm sorry girls. Scar has been having a hard time waiting for things to happen. We have been watching and waiting for a long time. Waiting for the right time to contact you-" Vivian has been crying for a while now and Boone seems to finally notice. "Oh no, don't worry. As long as you do what we say, you will be fine. No need for tears darling." Boone finishes his failed attempt at comfort, causing Vivian to cry even harder.

"How can you tell us not to worry?" I hear my voice before I realize I had even wanted to speak. Scar stops pacing and both his and Boone's eyes are carefully trained on me. Boone- using his previous tone meant for comfort, but lacking the smile- says, "What do you mean sweetheart?" My mouth instantly goes dry and I want to cry, but I swallow hard and use all the confidence left in me. "You say that you won't hurt us. How can you just lie to our faces? We know that is your exact intention. How can you lack so many human feelings that you can look us in the eye and promise us our life knowing that when you don't need us anymore we will be dead in an alley somewhere." If the rest of the girls weren't crying before, they were definitely crying now. In some way I had sealed our fates, at least in our minds. I'm sure we all knew what was actually going to happen to us, but having it said out loud makes it sound so definite and cruel. 

"I guess you are right, but when you have had such a shitty life ethics and morals seem to fade away." Scar says quietly. I almost can't hear him. "Talk about a shitty life!" Haily sounds furious. "I got kidnapped by my best friend's boyfriend, who actually turned out to be her girlfriend by technically terms. The psychotic tranny tortured me in his basement. To make things worse, I later found out that my boyfriend who I loved dearly and have been with for a long time got him/her pregnant at a party while we were dating. We found out that it was actually Alyssa's boyfriend who got it pregnant but my boyfriend still thought it was his and gave the tranny testosterone pills so he would miscarry. If this is how the first few months of high school have been than I'd rather die than see the rest of it."

When Haily finishes ranting, Scar and Boone look shocked. I guess they knew a lot less than I assumed. No one talks so Haily continues, "The thing is, you guys brought this on yourself. We didn't ask for our lives to be ruined."

I suddenly come to the realization that we aren't forced to be here. We aren't tied up, and there is only two of them and five of us. I slowly scoot to the edge of my chair and Claire and Haily who are sitting on either side of me see what I am doing and follow my lead. When we were all aware of what was happening, we stood up and ran in a straight line toward the door which was conveniently on our side of the table. Claire reached the door first and slammed down on the handle, but it didn't move. "Door is locked girls. Nice try though." We turn around to see Scar pull the very real gun, that Haily assumed was fake, from his side. "And now that we know we can't trust you, it seems that we will have to secure your stay." Scar walks at a slow, teasing pace over to where we stand clumped near the door. He grabs Rebecca's arms and holds the gun to the side of her head. "Follow Boone." Scar orders and we stumble over each other to follow his instructions.

They lead us into a small room with five chairs. On one wall is a mirror, but I'm pretty sure it is one way glass, like they have in police interrogation rooms. The other walls are a dull off white color with paint missing in some places. Overall, the room looks rather old and smells like death. "Sit." Scar orders again. We walk over to a chair and sit down. Boone walks over to a door on the other side of the room and shuffles around inside, as Scar leads Rebecca over to the remaining chair and shoves her into it. She stumbles and falls out of the chair, and Scar gives her a look before she gets back to her feet and sits down. Scar continues to hold his gun up facing us, when Boone comes through the door holding rope and a knife. He closes and locks the door behind him. When Boone reaches Scar in the middle of the room, Scar lowers the gun and grabs the knife from Boone. He begins cutting sections of the rope and Boone walks over to us one at a time and expertly ties our hands and feet to the chair. And by "to the chair," I literally mean to the chair, not that stupid crap they pull in movies.

Once we are all tied up, Scar walks around us to make sure that Boone did a good job. He nods to Boone and they leave the room without a word. "Ohhhhhh lort. What do we do now?" Claire says. We all start to discuss what we can do to get out, but Rebecca is being super quiet. "Hey Beck? You okay?" I ask, and she turns her head slowly to look at me. "They held me at gunpoint." She sounds so innocent and childlike, but her tone is the most serious I have ever heard her talk in. "One flick of a finger and I would have been dead." I see a single tear escape her eye before she sniffles and shakes her head. "but I'm not going to die." She states it like she knows for sure, but before I can really think about it a disembodied voice echoes through the room. "Hey there girls. In just a moment, there will be a barely visible gas escaping through the four vents in the corners of the room. Just a heads up." Oh yeah thanks for letting us know. Real helpful.

I hear a slight hissing, and everything starts to go black.

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I feel my eyes slowly open, but they feel like someone is holding them closed. Everything in the room is fuzzy and I feel like I've been spinning. My vision starts to clear and I see Rebecca in the middle of the room sitting in the chair that was beside me a moment ago and has now moved 10 feet to the center of the room. She is sitting playing with the ropes that had once tied her hands and feet. What the heck?

"Rebecca?" She looks at me and smiles. "Rebecca? What's going on?" I can't wrap my head around anything right now. I feel like my brain has been slowed down to the point of no movement at all. "You are the first one awake!" I'm sure she isn't talking any louder than a normal speaking voice, but her words pound at my head and I feel like I'm going to throw up. I cringe as I try to force my own words out. "Why aren't you tied up?" Her smile falters slightly, but she doesn't miss a beat. "I got out." She sees that I'm not buying the fact that the person who is weakest can just get out. "Well actually they let me out. I was the first one to wake up and they came in and were talking to me and they felt like they could trust me to 'help them' so they let me go. It was a complete lie of course. I am totally on your side still."

The moment she finishes I can tell it is a lie. "No you are ly-" I stop midsentence when I see Claire shuffle around beside me. She goes through the same process of blinking until her vision focuses, and when she looks at me I know that for now I have to believe that Rebecca is telling the truth, because I have no one else to trust.