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Monster
Chapter Two
The sun was finally setting behind the lush thickets of trees. The silver car zoomed down the dark, smooth road. The starless sky darkened after the sun dipped behind the trees. Owls began to hoot as the full moon appeared. Deer herded around the edge of the forest, staring dumbly as a car would pass.
Aria, strapped in by tightly knotted rope, had been in and out. The pain in her head was excruciating. Her neck was bruised and stiff where the needle pinched her tender skin. Aria could barely tilt her neck to the side. Intolerable pain would splurge in her body, making her wince.
Ezra-Ethan-Fitz pressed harder on the gas pedal. His knuckles were white from the tight grip on the leather steering wheel. He had on his black hoodie and the whole A ensemble. His tedious face was nevertheless solemn.
"Where are you taking me?" Aria croaked groggily. Her hands were restrained behind her, as were her feet. She tried wriggling anything to squirm free so she could get out, but she was tied off well.
Ezra watched her intently. His face was impassable. That feared Aria even more.
"Don't even try." He said gravely with a slight demonic chuckle.
"Let me go, please!" Aria begged.
One hand on the steering wheel, Ezra clenched Aria's shoulder. Aria stiffened. "I said," his voice tight. "Stop."
Aria froze. She sucked in a steady breath. "Where are you taking me?" she asked again, staring down at the pristine floorboard. Her eyes widened when she thought she saw a bloody dagger. Her fear was escalating.
"All will come in good time." He said, stopping at a red light. Another car pulled up beside them. Aria watched with gruesome remorse as the couple leaned in and shared a passionate kiss, ignoring the light as it blinked green. Aria watched as the rusty, beat-up car faded away.
Her eyes were burning. She flattened her back against the leather seat and closed her eyes. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to compose her fear from gushing out.
"I have to pee." Aria stated. She studied Ezra as he glanced at his phone then at her. He glued his eyes back on the road.
"I have to pee." Aria said again, louder.
"I heard you." He said with a shrug.
"Well then stop at a gas station." Aria snapped.
"No." Ezra said discreetly. "That'd mess up the plan."
" Ezra," for the first time today, she glared strait into his dark, hatred spewing eyes. He snarled, but Aria ignored the vicious growl. "I will pee all over this car if you don't stop and let me go." She said through clenched teeth.
"I wouldn't do that." Ezra warned, showing no sign of caving in.
"Ezra," Aria warned gravely.
They were nearing a rundown gas station up ahead. A cheap, neon sign hummed at the entrance of the dirt pathway. A single slot to pump gas sat in the middle of the area. A small, tacky building with a few parking spots were a few feet behind the fill up.
Ezra swerved sharply in the pathway. Rocks slammed against his car as he slowly pulled up. The car lurched forward as he hit the brake. He unbuckled and stomped out of the car.
Aria chewed on her bottom lip as he opened her door. He hastily unknotted the ties holding her down. He grabbed her forearm and roughly yanked her out. Aria stumbled to regain her posture.
Ezra yanked Aria by her arm. She tried stepping back and squirming loose, but Ezra tightened his fingers around her arm, reddening it. He shot her his signature deadly look. Then he dragged her to the dirtied glass gas station door. Aria grunted as she fell coherently instep behind him. He stopped and brought her to the front.
His hands traveled up to her shoulders and rubbed them. Suddenly Aria felt disgusted by his touch. The touch that once use to make her swoon and crave more of him. Now this made her want to hurl. It sickened her.
He brushed back strands of her hair. His lips barely reached the top of Aria's ear. Aria bit on her tongue to keep from screaming. His hot, scaly breath trailed down her neck, making the back of her hairs stand up. "You'll go in there and you'll go to the restroom." He instructed, his voice hitched. Aria swallowed. He let go of her shoulders. He left red fingerprints on her smooth skin. "Then you will come out and get back in the car. Got it?"
Aria tersely nodded.
"Don't try and escape." Ezra warned patently.
"Can I get a box of band aids?" questioned Aria meekly.
Ezra grumbled. He dug in the pocket of the black hoodie. Aria heard change rustling. He slammed five dollars into her hand. "Don't take more than a second." He snarled.
He shoved Aria forward. Aria regain her composure. She slid her hands in her pants pocket and stepped in.
The quick gas station outside of Philly reeked of tobacco and coffee. An old Beyoncé song played in the speakers. A bored, adolescent teenager with teal and jet black striped hair and a lip ring flipped through a magazine at the counter. She smacked on gum. She never glimpsed at Aria when she walked in.
Aria shrugged and weaved her way through the tiny gas station. She finally made it to the co-ed bathroom. She knocked tightly and glanced back at the front entrance. Ezra was staring through the window, watching her every move. Aria opened the door and slipped in.
Sitting on the closed toilet seat, Aria burst into tears. She knew A was always dangerous. He had continuously tried to kill the girls with each chance he could grasp. Now, though, seemed and felt different. Aria had a nauseating feeling in the pit of her stomach that Ezra wasn't going to be threw with her in just one night.
Her hands brushed lightly against her bruised skin. It was turning purple by the minute. Aria leant off of the toilet and gripped tightly against the brim sink. She studied herself in the spotty mirror. Her once glossy curls were flat and limp, hanging around her face. Her eyes were red around the brim of her eyes. Her mascara was slightly smudged. Her limps were puffy and chapped. Aria cocked her head to the side and examined her neck. Her neck was swollen to one side where the pungent needle pinched her skin, seeping a knock out drug into her system.
Splashing water on her face, Aria dabbed her eyes with a paper towel. Wasting no more time, Aria lugged open the heavy door and quickly scanned for the aisle of necessities. She did not once acknowledge the icy glare Ezra was giving her.
After grabbing a box of small Band-Aids and a bigger size for future use, Aria thanked the cashier, who gave her a wan smile. Aria opened the box of regular sized bandages and wrapped one around her finger.
Ezra, who had grown impatient, vigorously pulled her back in the car. He slammed his car shut and changed gears and backed out quickly. Aria hung dearly to her seat as she rocked forward, swayed roughly side to side.
"You could slow down, Ezra!" Aria insisted frantically as they dodged a car. It honked at them. Ezra didn't seem to notice. He kept going.
"Ezra!" Aria shrieked. Up ahead there was a narrow turn. The rickety railing was falling off its hinges, leaning diagonally from the road, hanging off.
Aria started hyperventilating. "Ezra!" Aria screamed as they neared it. Ezra shook his head and narrowed his eyes. His face full of determination.
The tires squeaked and rubber burned as Ezra sharply turned. Aria squeezed her eyes shut. She launched forward. She extended her hands and stopped herself from hitting the spotless dashboard. Gasping, there were small tears cascading down her cheeks. She had never felt so scared in her life.
In a big blur, Aria pushed the door open. Her limbs felt numb and nonexistent. Her head was spinning notoriously. She staggered out and broke into an awful sprint. She rounded the corner of the steer, turn of the road. She desperately looked for a car to help her. Her boots squeaked on the road. She skidded to an abrupt halt. Her breath escaped her. Her body turned cold. She turned her head back to where she came and back at him.
"How did you…?" she spurted out, gasping for air.
Ezra stood supernaturally in front of her. He glowered at her, showing off his perfect, white teeth. They glistened in the darkness.
Ezra restrained her. Aria's breathing faltered. "You want get away with this!" Aria bawled. She tried breaking free. Ezra's grip tightened.
"I wouldn't be so sure." He barked, flinging spit in her face.
"Let me go!" Aria shrilly demanded.
"I can't and won't. You're the leverage." He chuckled vindictively. He frowned. "Even though you are a pain in the ass."
"Why me?"
Ezra stopped talking. He shoved her back in the car and wrapped the rope around her hands and feet, knotting the rope. "There." He said, satisfied. "In case you try to escape again." He slammed the car door and locked it.
He howled with laughter and jumped into the driver's seat and started the engine.
Another hour passed slowly. Aria dully stared out through the window. She was desperately trying to figure out why she was the leverage. This minuscule clue could help her discover Ezra's plan on capturing Alison.
Ezra started slowing down. Aria squinted to get a better look at the lingering, dark shadow ahead of them at their so-called destination. Where were they?
Ezra turned off his headlights before Aria could distinguish where he was going to hide her. He easily maneuvered down the gravely street, transitioning smoothly through the dark and limited space he had.
He put the car in park.
Aria turned her head to stare at Ezra, confused.
Ezra locked eyes with her. His psychotic smile widened. Aria shrank in her seat. Ezra whipped out another needle out of his glove department. Aria gasped.
"This one might hurt." Ezra said with a repressed chuckle, leaning forward.
Aria whimpered, "Ezra, please. I don't want to die." She tried blocking the needle, but it was no use. The sharp point pricked her tender skin. Aria groaned from the palpable deep unfathomable pain surging in her body.
The drug kicked into overdrive the minute it entered Aria's system. Her eyes began feeling saggy. Her body started slowing down. Her heart rate was decelerating. She collapsed in the seat, her head colliding against the dashboard. Ezra swiftly caught her and opened his car door. He jogged inside the building, making sure he wasn't followed. As if he would be in the first place.
The building was dark. Broken glass occupied the floor. Numerous picture and paintings were neatly stacked on the floors. Some hung on the walls. The room smelt faintly of dried blood. A single, well hidden picture of Alison DiLaurentis was positioned up behind some books.
Ezra crept slowly and lightly down the different rooms. He reached another room and set Aria's light body on the ground. He kicked something out from underneath them. He crouched down. He fumbled for the secret door and heaved it open. It groaned and slapped on the ground. Ezra turned on the little light he had and hoisted Aria over his shoulder. She dangled feebly.
Ezra padded down the stairs and reached yet another door. It was a heavy, metal door with a thick bolted lock. Ezra punched in a number on the keypad and the door unbolted. He pushed it open.
The walls were gray stones. The flooring was a cold stone as well. The shade was the same mundane gray as the walls. Two metal cells were adjacent to each other. One was empty. The other was occupied. There was a tiny brown table with three HD computers and a keyboard with a mouse. A plastic tray sat on the wooden chair with a small pitcher of water and an event tinier cup, which was as big as a medicine cup.
The other occupant barely glanced up at first as Ezra walked in. But when he noticed the victim he rose to his feet and rattled the bars. "You can't do this!"
Ezra ignored the prisoner. He opened the other cell and tossed Aria in without a care. She rolled on the ground. He locked the cell when it closed. He dropped the key in his breast pocket and patted it. "I can do what I please." He finally responded to the prisoner.
"Let her go! She didn't do anything!"
"I don't give a damn." Ezra barked. "She's the leverage." He turned on his heels and strode confidently to the door. He barely craned his head back. "Everyone will be looking for her by sunrise." He smiled smugly as he left with a bang.
*PLL*
Aria woke up with a throbbing headache, escalating within the minute. Her hand traveled to her right temple and felt a sticky moisture. Blood colored the tips of her fingers. She gasped.
The small box with the one bigger bandage that she'd gotten for further references was at the back of the musty cell. Aria quickly scurried to the end of the cell and scooped up the box on her knees. She slid it in her pocket.
Looking at her surroundings, Aria notice a small square window far up on the wall. A warm, endearing gold light shone a small section of the wall. It looked so inviting.
Aria had to get out. If Ezra was as dangerous as he sounded and if he kept his word, then Aria needed a well-crafted plan. She had to survive. Only taking baby steps and just promising herself she'll see the next five minutes of her life was her goal.
Aria jumped to her feet. She folded her hands around the metallic bars. She shook them violently to test the strength. They barely shook.
"Dammit." She muttered, stepping back.
She exasperatedly pulled her hair back and exhaled. She wiped her eyes as her eyes began to sting.
"Aria?"
Aria's heart stopped pounding, afraid. She teetered backwards, losing her balance. Her eyes darted around the cell. She wasn't alone.
"Aria?" He said again.
Aria heard her name being called on one side of the stone wall. She cautiously crept to the wall. She pressed her hands on the wall. Her eyebrows were furrowed. A crease appeared between her eyes. Her ear barely touched the rough texture of the wall.
"Ezra?"
To Be Continued...
A/N: Cliffhanger! Sorry, guys.
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