Ok, so I wrote all of Chapter 2 today, so if you want to mentally kill me for writing all of this chapter today, you can go right ahead. But I like how this chapter went, but when you reach the ending, you probably will want to mentally kill me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious. This show would be a Teen Drama if it was run by me, and if I did own Victorious, I would not be writing this.
I was sitting at the wooden table, waiting for Cat to finish cooking. But she needed some help from Robbie for measurements, and stuff like that.
Beck was reading a book, I don't know what it was about, but I had a feeling it had to do with me, and a way to possibly retrieve my memory.
After about 15 minutes of waiting, dinner was ready, and we each got a plate of carrots, some pasta, and canned ham.
I had a little more on my plate than all the others; I guess they thought I was a little hungrier than the rest of them. And I was.
I ate the food fast, and I have to say that it was very good. I especially liked the canned ham, and I even had a little extra because it was so good.
"So," Beck said, using a fork to pick up a piece of the ham. "Are there any questions you want to ask us?"
Damn. I was going to have to be polite and only ask the 3 that I really wanted answered, from the millions of questions that were already in my head.
I ate some pasta, and I asked him my first question "Why are Cat and Robbie so attached to each other?"
Cat started to say something, but I realized what it most likely was.
"Are you 2 dating?"
Cat just nodded her head, and for a second flashed a smile to Robbie, but her lips then fell back into a frown.
"And Cat, why do you seem to avoid me?" I asked her, leaning closer to her. "aren't you my close friend?"
Cat nodded, but she gave me a solemn stare, as if telling me 'We'll discuss this later'.
I nodded, and went back to eating the last pieces of hams.
"And my last question for now is for Beck."
He looked at me while eating some of his carrots.
"Did we date, before I lost my memory? Or did we break up?" I said.
Beck held a finger out to me, telling me to wait a minute as he swallowed his carrots.
"Look, Jade...I don't really want to discuss what happened right now, but after I finish I can tell you…"
He stopped talking, and we all were silent. Then, I heard the sound of screeching tires.
Beck dropped his fork, and pulled me out of my own chair, and threw on a couple of jackets on.
"What's going on?" I asked him.
Beck was rushing trying to get the coats on me, but I was resisting.
"Look Jade, you need to get the hell out of here, because they found you." he said.
They? I thought for a second. Oh right, the ones who want to kidnap me.
"Well, I'm going to fight them!" I said to him, pushing myself away from the coats, and standing in front of him about 10 feet away.
Beck was just standing there, and he threw the coats across the floor, and walked over to a closet. He got a key out, unlocked the door, and opened it to lots of guns.
Whoa. I was not expecting this. I thought to myself, as I subconsciously went forward and grasped onto the handle of one.
"I don't want to do this." Beck said into my left ear.
I turned my head to him a little bit "Well I want to."
Beck just nodded his head, and grabbed two other guns, placing one into a holster, and handing one to Robbie.
Cat came back into the room, holding a backpack out, holding it out to Beck. Beck placed some of the other guns into the pack, and handed an extra to me. I placed the extra into another holster, and shot a quick glance inside the backpack.
The backpack was filled with supplies, in case we needed to travel. I noticed some basic supplies like water, matches, flashlights, a couple of pocketknives, and some cans of the ham I loved, and carrots.
Cat zipped the backpack up, and placed the sleeves onto her shoulders.
Beck walked cautiously out of the cabin, and held his gun out. When I got outside, I saw several men, all with weapons and behind them was a black SUV they must have been driving in.
But one guy caught my attention. He was inside the SUV, he had long gray hair, and he was wearing a black robe, and pretty much black everything. He had a laptop open, the screen had a map of the area and a red circle was sending a signal.
The circle was right where I was standing.
I then had a gut feeling about something, and it was telling me this:
This group was following me.
Not by luck or gossip.
But by a chip.
A chip that must be inside of me.
But not just anywhere in my body.
This chip had to be inside my brain.
"Well, well, well…" One of the mysterious men started to say. "Looks like we found you, Jade."
Hold on, let me add another question to the long list of questions I already have. How do these bastards know my name?
"Who are you? And how do you know my name?" I asked
The second of the two men, who oddly looked very familiar, said in a deep voice "Come with us, and you'll know our story."
I instantly replied saying no to that.
"Well…" the first man said, slowly but surely walking forward towards us. "If you won't come, we will have to force you."
He grasped onto a gun he had-don't worry it didn't have bullets, but instead it had tranquilizers- and he held it forward, and pulled the trigger.
I was slowly waiting for the sharp tip of the dart to sink into my neck, and pull me into deep unconsciousness.
But then, what felt like a split second later, I heard the sound of the dart hit skin, and I saw crimson hair in front of me. And there is only one person who has red hair, and you guessed it: Cat.
Cat collapsed in front of me, falling onto the cold hard ground.
Robbie immediately went up to the man who had the tranquilizer gun, and kicked it up into the air and then attempted to punch the man who shot Cat.
However, Robbie forgot about the other man, and he punched Robbie before Robbie could even release the power of his punch onto the guy who shot the little redhead.
Robbie skidded on the ground, close to the wooden cabin.
I guess what the two men thought would be best is if they kidnapped Cat, they would lure me and Beck, and Robbie once he woke up, to follow them.
And that is exactly what they did. The man who looked familiar to me, pushed me and Beck, and he and other man picked Cat up by her shoulders.
The guy, who looked familiar to me, threw the backpack Cat had on to me, and he continued to pull the redhead to the SUV.
It suddenly hit me: this is almost exactly what my vision looked like. Robbie unconscious near the cabin, and Cat being dragged by her feet by two mysterious men.
The sound of a gun firing shot me out of my trance, and I understood what was going on. Beck was trying to shoot at the guys, and I was supposed to try and wake Robbie up.
I fell onto my knees, and shook Robbie to wake him up.
In my peripheral vision, I saw the men open the back of the SUV up, and they crawled into the car. One of them bleeding from the arm, and the other bleeding from the right shoulder.
They drove away almost instantly after the door closed, and they took off. With Cat.
"We need to get Robbie inside!" I yelled at Beck.
Beck looked at me with fury in his eyes. "We need to get Cat!"
Well, hearing the word Cat woke Robbie up immediately.
"Where's Cat!?" He said, nearly screaming.
"Those bastards got her." Beck replied.
I saw Robbie open his eyes so wide, I thought they were going to pop out of his eye sockets.
"Well we have to get her!" Robbie said, now yelling.
Beck shot me a glance, as if saying 'Robbie is fine now, let's go get Cat!'
I rolled my eyes, stood up, and agreed. Well, if the boys are going mental over losing Cat, guess they won't stop finding her 'til we get Cat back.
"Great, now let's hurry, let's run to my car!" Beck said, rushing towards the path the mysterious men toke.
Robbie followed, then I did, but like earlier, a vivid pain in my head stopped me.
It was about 5 times more powerful than the first one, so powerful I felt myself lose feeling, as I fell into unconsciousness.
I opened my eyes and looked around. All I saw was blackness, and more blackness. But I know I was awake.
Was this real? Was this a dream?
How long has it been since I was knocked out? A minute? An hour?
Then, I see a figure appear a few feet away from me. It looked exactly like me.
And then, like a lightning bolt, it occurs to me several answers, to the new questions rising in my mind.
Where was I? I was in my subconscious.
Why was I here? I was here because I need to have a talk with the one person closest to me, who is in fact me.
Who was this clone of me? It is the very same person who wants to talk to me, but I don't know how it was possible. This clone of me is my subconscious.
