Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious nor will I ever.
Even though I wasn't in the room for long, I had no idea where the door was. I was stuck in the plain colored room.
I didn't know what the hell to do, so I just laid on the freezing concrete floor of this cell.
I just stared up at the ceiling for hours, trapped inside a trance that I couldn't manage to wake myself up from.
I thought, for the hours, that this time would be perfect to collect myself, and think what I could do now, in this tight room, with nowhere to go, and nothing to do.
I thought that maybe-just maybe-I could consider joining these guys, a perfect country would just solve any-
Stop it Jade. My subconscious said, unexpectingly. She has been silent ever since she told me half of the truth about my life in that dream-like abyss.
That is what the bastards here are trying to make you do. They want you to give yourself up, so they can use you for whatever sick plan they have in store.
I gulped down my own saliva, and thought about that for a second. I realized that it was now obvious that they want me to give up, and a thought formed, something I didn't remember til now.
I swallowed once again, closed my eyes, and let myself enter a semiconscious state, where I also came into the realm of my subconscious.
When I opened my eye lids, I was still in the gray room. But I was somewhat aware that I knew that this wasn't real.
I then noticed the other me sitting on the steel chair James was sitting on earlier, staring away from the table by her.
I walked over to the table, got on my knees and placed my arms on the wooden table.
"What do you think will happen to my friends?" I asked her.
She was still looking at the gray wall, and replied "I think that they will wake up back in LA, with no idea any of this happened-hell they might not even remember you."
That toke me by surprise. They might not remember who I am?
"How-" I started to ask her, but she immediately answered that saying:
"You don't underestimate their abilities Jadelyn. They are smart-too smart. They must know a way to use like some kind of amnesic powder, or liquid like the one James gave you, but less powerful, to make them forget who you are. I suspect, that they can find a way to do that with every person who knows you on this Earth."
I was just in complete shock. And I think, that they can hypnotize me to do it to my friends.
"Well," I said, breaking the silence in the room. "is there anyway I can get out of this hell of a room?"
My subconscious self turned, and looked at my eyes, and said "It's all about focus."
And then I woke up.
My eyes snapped open, I was still laying on the dull, cold ground.
I looked around, slightly paranoid for a couple of moments, before my brain kicked me back to reality.
I sighed, and thought about the last words in the abyss.
'It's all about focus.'
That sentence replayed in my probably a million times before It made complete sense to me.
'It's all about focus.'
I got myself up, moved the table aside, and stood in the middle of the room, and closed my eyes.
I focused on what I wanted to see, the outside world beyond the room.
The blackness beneath my eyelids formed one of the scientists, one of the other goons who toke Cat back at the cabin.
He was looking at the door, the room I was stuck in, and in the darkness of the world I was in now, I looked at him in the eyes.
I knew that I had to think of some commands, so I thought them, and I think I slipped them into soft whispers:
"You will open the door you are looking at. You will not think twice. You will not remember opening the door."
After that, I opened my eyes back into gray world of the room.
After a minute, I heard the door unlock, and I saw bright fluorescent color spill from the main room.
I sped-walked my way to the exit, before the scientist woke up from the trance I put him under.
Once I was outside, I nodded my head for a second, and whisper: "Thank you."
Then an idea formed in my head.
"And I'm sorry."
I then pushed the man into the room, slammed the door shut so it would automatically lock, and reset the code to enter the room.
I then spun around, and ran to a room, that was called 'The Lab'.
I glanced into the labyrinth of the room, filled with white color, and sci-fi gizmos and gadgets.
I snuck into the lab, luckily, nobody was in the room, and I tip-toed over to a computer that looked like it had the information I needed to find my friends.
My eyes skimmed the screened, until it noticed the info:
'Beck Oliver; prison cell 101
Robbie Shapiro; prison cell 102
Cat Valentine; prison cell 103
Jade West; interrogation room a'
So, I knew that meant my friends were in the prison cells.
But then, my eye caught something odd.
On the side of our locations, I noticed that there was a link that said 'Current Location'.
Out of curiosity, I moved the cursor to click on the link next to my location the computer thought I was in.
And a window popped up, with GPS coordinates of where I was at. In the lab, looking at the computer.
My heart just froze in place. That would mean that the other links by my friends' names, would also state their location.
I closed the window, that said where I was, and I instinctively clicked on Beck's current location.
And I swear, in that moment, I felt life around me, fall dead.
Beck Oliver was in a location known as 'the Kill Room'.
I unconsciously checked Cat and Robbie's current locations were in the cells, but Beck is going to-or worse is already- be dead.
I clicked out of the window, slipped out of the lab, and ran to the hallway where the prison cells were located.
I ran straight down the hall, no regard for any of those scientist bitches going to stop me.
I was running for what seemed like forever, and I was about to collapse of exhaustion, when I noticed vibrant red head ahead of me. Cat Valentine.
My adrenaline surged back up to control my entire body, and mindset, and I sprinted straight towards my redhead friend.
When I was close to her cell, I fell to my knees, and was in front of the metal bars of her cage.
She was unconscious on the floor of her cell, and it almost seemed like she was dead, except for the slow, movements of her chest.
I glanced over at her cell door, and I noticed that it was slightly open, and I became aware of blood spots on the ground, moving inwards to the cell.
I then saw that Cat's wrists were bleeding, and it looked like she had handcuffs on, and she managed to escape from them and got away, before she fell into unconsciousness.
I opened the door, and crawled towards Cat, and shook her, trying to wake her up.
"Cat, Cat, Cat, oh please wake up Cat!" I nearly shouted.
My fear in that moment, felt very, very real. My entire brain was in overdrive, I wanted Cat Valentine to be awake, her chocolate brown eyes lighting up the room, and her personality doing the same thing. But I had this terrible, agonizing feeling, in the pit of my stomach, that she was never going to wake up. Even though I don't really remember her, I somehow recalled the way she lit up a room. And despite I'd be annoyed by it, I would love it.
I felt a wave a relaxation hit me, when Cat's eyes fluttered open to the world.
"Oh, thank god , you're alive Cat!" I said, and hugged her, even though I got soaked with a little bit of blood.
"Jade?" Cat asked, her voice ragged and quiet. "What's going on?"
I hesitated, and told her I had no idea, but I knew what these mysterious men were doing, and what they planned on doing.
She gasped in surprise, and I brought her up to her feet.
"That is so evil!" she confessed, and I nodded in agreement. "We need to find the boys!" she then exclaimed, and on her way out, Cat bumped into Robbie.
I could tell a smile just exploded onto her face when she saw the afro headed boy.
She was about to hug him, when she saw all the blood on his right shoulder. It looked like that he got his shoulder cut trying to escape those bastards.
We didn't need to say any words about what the hell was going on. We just stood there, and looked at each for a minute, and we knew what we had to do:
To free Beck, and kill the bastards.
