LAST TIME-
"Remember me," Mr. Montez sneered as his thumb adding the needed pressure to button on the tazer. Troy's body went rigid, ten thousand volts shooting through his system. It was only when Mr. Montez pull back that Troy took a breath, staggering backwards. His hand went out behind him, coming in contact with the desk next to Gabriella's stairs.
The last thing Troy remembered was placing his hand over the spot the tazer had touched him, the hand on the table behind him knocking over the lamp and his keys. He had to do something to warn Gabriella! It was the last thing he thought as the floor came rushing up to meet him, his system crashing as he was enveloped in total darkness.
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His body slamming against cold metal woke him from his sleep. Blue eyes opened, his vision blurry as his mind caught up with him. Troy shook his head, the action making bile rise in his throat. He swallowed and looked around. His eyes went wide as he found Gabriella's unconscious body next to him.
Troy panicked and tried to reach out to her, but found that his hands were tied behind his back. He rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance as he shifted closer to her. He nudged the side of her head with his forehead, trying to get her to wake up.
She groaned, her dark eyes opening as she sucked in a breath. "Oww."
Troy gave a small smile as he rotated his shoulders; the joints were sore after being in one position for a long time. He pulled his hands over his butt, bringing them around the bottoms of his shoes until his taped wrists rested in front of him.
"Are you ok?" she asked as she mimicked his actions, bringing her taped hands in front of her.
"My backs a little sore and I can't really feel my hands," he admitted, the looked to her eyes, "You?"
"I guess the same," she answered as her eyes scanned the back of the van. She turned her head away from him, trying to look out the window. That's when Troy saw it, as her hair fell away, two small, circular dark marks on the back of her neck, which were surrounded by red, irritated skin.
"What happened?" he asked, his taped hands reaching up and skimming over the inflamed skin.
"The same thing that happened to your chest," she answered, her eyes dropping to the middle of his AU sweatshirt. He looked down, his eyes finding two, matching holes in his sweatshirt. Then he remembered: the little machine from hell, "I just didn't have clothing between me and the electricity."
"The tazer," he answered rolling and shutting his eyes. He remembered the feeling and compared it to being hit full force by a line backer. He guessed ten thousand volts of electricity was hot enough to burn through clothing. "Damn, this was my favorite sweatshirt too."
"I officially hate those things," Gabriella admitted, a hopeless smile on her face, "I never thought I would get one used on me," she paused, "All I can say is, ow."
"You know," Troy let an annoyed sigh escape his lips, drawing back Gabriella's attention, "Back when I said anything was possible," he paused again, looking around the back of the dark van, "this wasn't quite what I had in mind."
"I don't think anyone saw this coming," she said closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
"But that's what makes me so good, Gabby," the dark voice made both of the teens stiffen, their heads shooting up to face the driver, "I do the unexpected."
Ethan Montez's voice was childlike, his smile unnerving. His dark eyes shown with an excitement Troy never wanted to see again. It was an excitement that made the teens stomach churn and Troy decided that nothing good would come of the father's current mood.
"I'm sorry I was late," the tone in the older mans voice was dark as his smile showed in the rear view mirror, "But I had to pick up a few things."
"You can't buy sanity at the mall, dad," Gabriella eyes were fixed on her fathers, a strong glare passing between the two.
"No Gabby," He gave her a small snort when her eyes narrowed, his smile turning sinister, "But you can buy knives."
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A shiver ran up Taylor's spin as a second cop car passed them. She turned her eyes to Chad. She could tell he was nervous, even though he wasn't showing it. His hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white, and his face was void of all emotion.
"Something doesn't feel right," she hated saying the words, but she had to get them out.
"Don't say that," Chad let slip a little worry in his voice. He then cursed as he glanced into the rear view mirror, his eyes catching the quick flashes of blue and red. Taylor did as well and watched as another cop car passed them.
"Don't turn right, don't turn right," she was praying to deaf ears as the cop cruiser turned a sharp right and entered Gabriella's subdivision. "Chad!"
"I know!" he slammed on the gas, the car power sliding into the right turn.
It was a sight Taylor never wanted to see. Squad cars were everywhere, some occupied with cops, others not. Taylor spied Jason's blood red Tiburon as Chad pulled to the side of the road. As soon as they exited the car, cops surrounded them, giving orders, asking questions, and just plain yelling.
"Where are they?!" Taylor barked, the crowd parting as the fuming friend made her way towards Gabriella's front door. She paused as she found Kelsi on the front porch, her head in her hands. Jason looked up from his seat on the porch bench as Chad made his way behind Taylor.
"Where. Are. They?!" Taylor repeated as Kelsi stood up, Jason's eyes turning sad.
"Gone," the small brunette replied between sobs, "Taken."
"…no…" Taylor whispered, her breath catching. She staggered backwards into Chad's arms and they both sank to the pavement. The dark skinned girl sent a hand to her mouth as she chocked, tears unconsciously rolling down her cheeks.
"What happened?" Chad asked, his eyes asking Jason as Kelsi knelt down and hugged Taylor.
"Kelsi was on the phone with Gabriella when it happened," Jason explained, placing a hand on his girlfriend's shoulder, "From what she told me, Troy went to go answer the door and was taken down. Gabriella panicked and told Kelsi to call the cops and come quick," he paused as his hands ran through his hair, "Said that her father had found them."
"We should have seen it coming." it came from one of the cops exiting Gabriella's front door. "We came straight here when the station got news of Ethan Montez's escape, but his daughter wasn't here and the house was empty. So, we dispatched unites all over the county to try and find her." The cop shook his head, "I'm sorry."
"Stop making excuses and tell me how you're going to find them!" Taylor yelled from the ground, her eyes enraged.
The cop backed away slightly, "well, the only thing we have right now are the tire marks from the car that he used."
"Wonderful," Taylor sighed sarcastically.
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Troy tried to hide his fear, but he failed miserably. Shaking the thought of what Ethan Montez had in store for them, he turned his attention to Gabriella. She was taking the information rather well, her eyes showing anger as she stared at her father.
"What, no smart ass comeback?" Ethan Montez asked, a hint on disappointment in his teasing smile.
"Bite me," Gabriella rounded, her eyes narrow and pissed.
A roaring, amused laughter filled the van, then, "Mr. Bolton," Troy's head snapped to attention, his eyes locking with the older mans, "Congratulations on your division one signing with the AU Red Hawks," the smile widened, "A full ride if I'm not mistaken."
"Leave him alone," Gabriella's voice was low and threatening. But the tone only drew a larger smile from her father.
"So," Mr. Montez spoke, his voice turning serious, "He is your weakness, interesting."
"You're an asshole," she bite out, her jaw clenching.
"And you should have been smarter," the car slowed to a crawl, "I expected more from you."
"Leave her alone," Troy's voice was defensive, probably not the right tone in his current situation.
Ethan Montez gave an excited laugh as the car came to a stop, "I'm going to truly enjoy this."
"What?" Gabriella hesitantly asked. Troy could tell by the way her body stiffened that something was wrong. Troy had to admit, something in the pit of his stomach told him the future was not looking to good.
"Revenge," the ex father replied with a smile, before vanishing out he car door.
Troy's blue eyes went wide, he hadn't registered that they had stopped. He quickly turned to Gabriella, his hands reaching towards her face; "I'm not going to let him lay a finger on you."
"Troy, don't fight him," she pleaded, a single tear slipping from her eye "I don't want you to get hurt."
"I'm not going to get hurt," he reassured, wiping the tear away with his thumb, "I'm going to get us out of here."
The back of the van was opened and Troy shifted closer to Gabriella. Mr. Montez blocked out he setting sun, a small backpack slung over his shoulder. The older man reached forward, but Troy kicked out at his outstretched hand. Ethan pulled back, a smile on his face. "Mr. Bolton, you shouldn't give promises you can't keep."
"How do you know I'm not going to keep them," Troy's voice was a growl as the father reached for something in the small backpacks front pocket.
"Troy Bolton," Ethan Montez withdrew a knife, but it was the biggest knife Troy had ever seen. The blade was as long as fingertip to wrist and as wide as two fingers, "Meet my military issue K-Bar."
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