Sparia one-shots

Dollhouse escape

The lights flickered on and off unnervingly as their breaths became laboured. They had lost the others a while back in the initial panic of starting the fire and searching for an escape route. Their hands gripped each others tightly, their fingers intertwined as if to hold the other girl together as they ran further and further into the unknown.

That was when they were forced to stop. They hit something strong and cold. A brick wall. A dead end. Nothing but the solid walls and darkness surrounded them in the passageway.

"What do we do now?" Aria panted out, terrified.
"Backtrack" Spencer replies, breathing heavily.

They both knew that it was their only choice but neither wanted to go back towards the hidden monsters and the darkness that was deeper inside the bunker. They took slow, deliberate steps while trying not to breathe in the smoke from the fire. The air felt thick and polluted, it was suffocating. Their footsteps echoed loudly and they became very aware of every sound, every movement. They each ran their hand against the walls of the passage, the one that wasn't furiously gripping the other girl's, searching for an exit. That's when Aria felt it. A doorway.

Aria stopped abruptly, forcing Spencer to stop with her. She pressed the handle down slowly as sighed audibly when the door clicked open and light flooded through the crack where it had opened. Spencer gasped for a second thinking they had found a way out but quickly found herself dejected as they realised that it was just another room.  However, it was not just any room. It held weapons. Weapons of all kinds, guns, knives and all-sorts. It was truly terrifying as they though about what kind of psycho had trapped them in here. They swiftly entered the room fully and Spencer shoved a chair under the door handle to prevent anyone else from entering.

Aria was pacing back and forth in front of the weapons questioning whether or not to grab something just in case. She quickly dismissed the idea as she flexed her right hand, already missing the sweet comfort of Spencer's hand even though they had been clammy because of the stress and anxiety. She flinched as Spencer name up behind her and placed her hand on her shoulder.

"We should check this room out fully. This would have been a good place for this sick bastard to have a secret escape route." The taller girl stated firmly now that she was once again thinking coherently. The shorter brunette just nodded simply and scouted out the perimeter of the room. The walls were plastered poorly and one of the four held some old fashioned wallpaper that was yellowing and had several signs of mould rotting away at it as it was hanging ungracefully from its initial resting place. There was one wall that was completely covered by shelving units holding knives and ammo for the different models of guns as well as fully loaded magazines that were ready to be grabbed at any moment. Then she saw it. A hinge that was out of place.

"Spence? Can you come and look at this?" She called behind her shoulder. She heard Spencer's footsteps come behind her before stopping and sending her lean over her shoulder. "These shelves have a hinge. Is it supposed to be there?" Spencer just continued staring for a moment before she pushed gently on the shelves. Nothing happened so she pushed slightly harder but still nothing happened. That was when Aria lost her patience and just tugged firmly on the side of the unit. Neither of them predicted that this would be the moment that they felt fear like no other. The moment when they could lose the most important person in their life without ever coming clean about their blatant feelings for one another. Without feeling the soft brush of the other girl's lips that they craved so badly.

The shelves swung open quickly and it all happened in a flash. There in front of them stood the infamous A. In one hand a pistol was held in a firm grip and the other a knife. It was already dripping with blood, running over the gloved hand and dripping on to the floor forming a large puddle. The hilt was pressed forcefully against the black material of a dress and Aria's pale flesh as the blade was buried deep inside her torso, just beneath her left breast.

For some reason A ran. There was a long hallway behind the shelves and it was filled with darkness, A was out of sight in seconds, the only trace of their presence left was the blood. The knife had sent taken too, ripped out of her as A fled the scene.

Spencer had no idea what had occurred until Aria had spun around, eyes full of panic and hand clutching her bloody wound. They just stared at each other for several long seconds before Aria swallowed harshly and her knees gave way. Spencer's arms shot it and caught aria before she had fully hit the ground. Spence landed in a seated position and Aria landed in her lap. That was when Spencer found her voice again.

"Aria. Aria? Come on. Talk to me, come on." She urged as tears slipped down her face and her hand, now covered by Aria's blood, came up to stroke her hair with inhumanly gentleness.
"Spence?" Aria said weakly, having suddenly lost all of her energy. "I'm scared" she cried as she gripped onto the other girl's hand that was resting on her stomach, keeping her in place.
"You're going to be ok. Alright? Just listen to me, you have to stay awake. Do you hear me? Just keep those eyes open because I need you, alright? God, I love you so much, more than you will ever know so you have to stay awake so we can have a long winded convosation about how I'm in love with you and always will be. Ok?" Spencer was crying uncontrollably at this point and was gripping on to Aria strongly now, too afraid to let her go for even a moment. Her breath was becoming shallower by the minute and they knew there wasn't long left.
"Spence...I love you too. I don't want to die. Please do something" Aria said desperately. That was the moment Spencer snapped. She had to save Aria no matter what.

She quickly stood up, dragging the smaller girl with her and swiping an arm across a table, knocking away its contents, before laying Aria down on it. She swiftly ripped the smaller girl's dress until she could see the wound fully. It was bad. Deep. That was when she got to work. She grabbed boxes of files and took a match to them after swiftly finding a box of them. They burst into flames and Spencer just fueled the flames before grabbing a knife and thrusting the blade mint the flames. She then went back to check in on Aria. She was unbelievably pale and her lips were beginning to turn blue.

"You're going to be ok. I'm going to fix you baby. Alright? I'm going to be here the whole time, I'm not going to leave you." She muttered to her, never faltering her gaze from the younger girl's. She then spun back around and grabbed the blade, now glowing red with heathered stamping out the flames with her foot. She then turned back round slowly, keeping the knife out of sight. She then reached forward and stroked her short hair again before quickly lowering the blade onto the wound with force. Her eyes streamed as he watched the pain fill the beautiful hazel eyes before her and watched her back arch in agony. He lips pressed together firmly as she fought back a scream.

Spencer then pulled the knife back and threw it aside.
"It's ok. You're ok now. I know that hurt ok. I had to stop the bleeding. I can't lose you."

Then by some miracle they heard it. The sign of hope they required so badly. Sirens. They really were going to be ok.