Double Exposure
A/N: Hey guys. This is the continuation to "What a mother wouldn't do?" It's a semi-direct sequel so you should read that one first; it sets the base for this story. As an idea though you should be okay by reading this only… I know, I even confuse myself sometimes ;)
P.S: I don't own a single thing *pouts*
"Do you understand everything I told you?"
The melodic voice asked urgently. The person standing on the other side of the long glass dinner table nodded.
"Good, very good. I want you to take this..."
A tanned hand with silver painted nails held a piece of paper with a number written on it. The number had a Pennsylvania code
"It's my cell phone number. I want you to call me at 11pm on the dot. Is that understood?"
The sitting person nodded again.
"Good, that is very very good"
The silver nails unclipped a beaded bracelet and handed it on to the other person.
"You must always have the right image. That is my secret for success"
Soft red lips curled in a signature smile. This was going to be so much fun!
In the large-ish room of Spencer's barn four fifteen year old girls were sleeping peacefully. They had gotten drunk on adult booze and had taken enough sleeping pills to put down an elephant.
The blond, fifteen year old Alison DiLaurentis was sipping a soda unconcerned for her friends. She had counted the dosage herself and was sure that none of them would buy the farm that night. Not by her hand, at least.
One minute after midnight the slick cell phone vibrated on Alison's hip. The blond vixen answered it.
"It's done"
The slightly robotic replica of her own voice said. At the same time the letter 'A' appeared on the beaded bracelet on Alison's thin, right wrist. Alison noted a 'tick' on the chart she held.
A Replica #1 had fooled Toby and ended its own existence.
L Replica#2 had fooled Ian and ended its own existence.
L Replica#3 had scared Jenna and Garrett and ended its own existence.
I Replica#4 had taken the money needed by Byron and ended its own existence
S Replica#5 had masked as CeCe and caused Melissa to look guilty as hell.
Then it ended its own existence
O Replica#6 had been killed.
N Replica#7 pulled Replica#6 out of its shallow grave.
The two ended their existences together.
She was free. With a flourish Alison DiLaurentis placed a kiss on each of her friends' foreheads before she danced on light steps out of the barn and into her own house. She'd leave Rosewood and its pathetic small-town feeling late the next day.
Everyone would chase their tails while she'd take the train. Brilliant!
The End