Warning about the author ;) I have a tendency to start stories and never finish them, so be warned.
For anyone still waiting for an update for Welcome to my Life (Glee), it might come, but probably won't.

The A in this story is based on who A is in the books. I haven't read the books, so I don't know much about A, except a name and family. So spoiler alert for the beginning of the story.

Summary: Alison is trapped in her basement, waiting for her sister Courtney to be finished 'playing' with her and kill her. However things take an unexpected turn when Emily shows up, having figured out what's really going on.

Warning: Violence, torture, dark!fic

Chapter 1

The sound of fighting continued upstairs. Glass was shattering, furniture thrown around, a lot of screaming and yelling. I'd resigned in my fate. I was going to die soon and it would be extremely painful. Just thinking about what was ahead of me, made me wish I'd died the night in the grave. Suffocation sounded pretty good compared to what was waiting for me now. I didn't fear death itself, because it would finally put an end to everything. Hopefully A would finally leave my friends alone, now that she got what she wanted. Her revenge on me, her sister. I had already gave up hope that someone would find me. Courtney could fool anyone that she was me. No one would ever know I was hold hostage in my own basement for days, with a chain around my ankles and handcuffs on my wrists there wasn't much I could do. However it turned out, she couldn't fool everyone. The only person who ever loved me unconditionally, the one person I broke over and over again was upstairs demanding to know where I am.

There was an eerie calm around the house, once the fight stopped. I prayed that Emily had won, not for myself. For her. I don't want anything to happen to her. I couldn't save her down here. I'd no power here. I wouldn't mind dying, knowing that she was safe. My mermaid, my everything. Having too much time to think about my life, that is my biggest regret. Not having to courage to come out for my feelings for Emily. They never had been one-sided, no matter how much I downplayed it. If I make it out of the basement alive, I will tell her. I know Emily moved on a long time ago. I know she doesn't thinks about me like that anymore, but she deserves the truth. I never meant for her to feel bad about her feelings for girls. I thought I was wrong for my feelings for her and I projected them on her.

The basement door opened, and as every time the light hurts my eyes. I can only make out a silhouette against the light. The shadow turned around, grabbed something big from behind it and threw it down the stairs. The sound of a body hitting every step on the way down was sickening. The lack of screaming made me believe this person was unconsciousness. When the person finally hit the bottom, the person upstairs laughed. I knew that laugh. I was afraid for it, but now it was confirmed. Emily had lost and was now lying on the basement floor. The door was slammed close and it took my eyes a moment to adjust to the dark again. The only light being a small line under the door. I was grateful for the long chain around my ankles. They made it possible for me to reach Emily. I listened to the sound of her breathing for a moment, convincing myself that she was still alive. Handcuffs were visible in the little light. She was laying on her chest and her wrists were bound behind her back. Her feet were unbound. Courtney would probably be back soon to take care of that. Not knowing what else to do, I sat in front of Emily, looking at the stairs. I would protect her anyway I could.

I must have fallen asleep, for I'm wakened by a kick. It's still strange to see someone with my face smiling at me. "Wake up sis." I'm roughly lifted up by my shirt, but know better than to speak. The light has been turned on and I can take a good look at her. Courtney has a black eye, a very red nose, there is still blood visible above her lip. Her arms are littered with scratches and bruises. Emily did a good number on her. I look around for Emily and see her standing in a corner. Just like Courtney she's also covered in scratches and bruises. Her lip is split and there is a large gash on her forehead, dried blood covering the left side of her face. Her hands were above her head. She wasn't standing as I first thought, she was hanging from the ceiling. Her toes barely scraping the ground.

"You've got a real fighter here. Such a shame you never loved her the way she loves you." I look at Emily. Our eyes crossed for a moment, before Emily focus on Courtney again. Glaring at her. Courtney finally let go of me as she throws me at Emily. Our bodies collide with such a force that she starts swinging, hitting the wall behind her several times. No scream leaves her lips, but I can see on her face that it hurts.

"So I've some questions. We can do this the painful way or. Well that's the only option." Courtney grabs an iron from next to the stairs. The extension cord run up the stairs. It makes me wonder what else she has prepared, while I was sleeping. There is steam coming from the iron. By the look she is giving Emily, I know what she's planning. Without thinking I throw myself against Courtney. We both fall on the ground, the iron falls on the ground. We both reach for it, but I only find air. A pain, worse than I've ever experiences takes over my body. It takes a moment to realize she has pushed the iron on my hands, my fingers burning. The sound of screaming that echoes around the basement is my own. "Bad move sis." She kicks me a few times, but the pain doesn't register. The pain in my hands is all consuming. She drags me to the opposing corner from Emily. She's gone shortly, but returns with a hammer and a nail. She pushes my hands against the wall and grabs the chain from ankles. Crossing so that the rings from the chain and from the handcuffs are over each other, she pushes the nail right through it. She gives it a few good hits with the hammer, pushing the nail deep in the wall. I can't move anymore. "I'll come back for you later." I hold my fingers against the cold walls, hoping it will stop the throbbing. I have to focus on Emily and how I can help her.

Courtney grabs the iron again and moves towards Emily. Emily is swinging her legs, kicking to her best ability. Courtney just grabs one of her legs and presses the iron against Emilys skin. The sound of her screaming is devastating. When Courtney finally let's go, there is an triangle visible on Emily's leg, is burning red. "Who knows that you're here?"

"Spencer, Hanna and Aria." A felt a little bit of hope. If they knew Emily was here, they would come for her. They wouldn't come to save me, I've burned those bridges a long time ago. But they would get Emily and that's all I really want. There was a staring contest, before Courtney pressed the iron against Emily's arm. Screaming filled the basement once again.

"Liar. I don't like being lied to. Who knows that you're here?"

"No one," whispered Emily. All my hope once again disappeared, as I heard the answer. No one would find us. No one would save Emily.

"How did you know I wasn't Alison?"

"I just knew." Courtney doesn't like the answer, and lifts Emily shirt and presses the iron there. It's not as long as before and I'm thankful for that. It's sick how my mind has started to work. Being grateful that the torture wasn't long this time. Emily voice was hoarse when she started talking again. Taking a deep breath after every few words. "It was like Alison playing to be Alison. Like she was a character of herself. The talking, the moving, the attitude, something about it wasn't right. Then I remembered she once told me about a twin, who had died when she was a kid. But if Alison was still alive, then maybe the twin was as well."

"Did you tell anyone about your theory." Courtney moves very closely to Emily, holding the iron only a mere inch from her face.

"No," Emily whispers. Courtney watches her for a minute, before laughing.

"That's what I love about you guys. Even after years of being tortured by A you still do stupid things like that." And then she presses the point of the iron a few inches behind Emily's right eye. Only for a second. "I'm gonna have so much fun with you." She finally walks away and puts the iron back on the stairs. She disconnect the iron from the extension cord and with the cord swinging in her hands, she's coming to me again. "I said I would come back for you." Then she hits me with the extension cord. A pain shoots through my body. I turn my face against the wall, turning my back to her as much as possible. Trying to protect myself as good as I can. I cry out, despite my efforts not to. I wanted to be strong for Emily, acting like Courtney hardly hurt me. I've lost all track of time, when she finally stops. "When I want to play with Emily I will, and there is nothing you can do. Don't do anything stupid like that again, or I'll be forced to punish her for it next time." She whispers in my ear, making sure Emily doesn't hear her.

"I'll see you two lovebirds later." And with a laugh she walks up the stairs, taking all her stuff with her.

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