12 Hours, 10 Liars: A Pretty Little Liars Fanfiction Story
Hour 11:
In Spencer's barn, around 8:40 A.M…
A few weeks ago, Melissa had left the barn over Spencer framed of betraying her. Now, Spencer's dad is nervously in the middle of cleaning out Melissa's living space. Melissa's left behind belongings are mostly in a cardboard box. On either side of the center pale brown pond shaped jacuzzi, there are two dark green park like benches. The grey white walls are covered in stacked together black grapevine fence like pieces.
And interestingly, Alison's mom in her dark grey business suit is sitting on Melissa's otherwise vacant bed. The white bed covers are decorated in professional black pens. Alison's mom looks just as troubled as Spencer's dad. Alison's mom sighs hard, "Peter, are you even listeni…?!" Spencer's dad pauses.
He says harshly low, "yes! But clearly, your family is not the only one with issues."
Earlier, in Spencer's house…
Spencer's dad found a message from Melissa addressed to Spencer's mom. Over the house phone, it said, "Sigh. Veronica, I know I said I might need some time to think…because of Ian's death. But I don't need more time to know I'm not coming back. Spencer can have the barn for all I care! I just don't care about Rosewood anymore…sigh…and I never will again."
Spencer's dad sighed heavily, knowing how hard she took Ian's death.
Presently…
Alison's mom mutters lowly, "I thought you could protect my only son from my daughter's killer: How in the hell could I know Jason could very well have killed her?!" Spencer's dad has almost finished putting Melissa's things away in the box, when he turns to Alison's mom.
Earlier, in Jason's house…
On his way out the door for the police department, Jason passed by a expensive dark blue circuit breaker like security alarm system. It's to the side of the front door, purposely shut off. Jason slightly laughed as he passed it by. He muttered to himself, "no one is getting me that easy: Not the A's, not Mr. Hastings, and certainly not dead and gone Alison." And with that, Jason walked out toward his nightmare to come.
Presently…
In rising anger, Spencer's father checks, "what are you saying: That more than one killer is now blackmailing us?!" Spencer's dad almost grabs Alison's mom by the neck, much to her own fear. Kind of expecting this though, she grabs his hand firmly to stop it from grabbing her.
Alison's mom with a raised voice says, "now you stop it! I know your anger issues, but this won't help resolve them: Another therapist will." Spencer's dad briefly closes his eyes, just realizing what he was about to do.
He slightly sighs, "we've already had too much drama in Rosewood: We shouldn't add more to it. Now, what were you about to tell me?"
Alison's mom reveals, "this." She had just taken out her cell phone, its screen showing Spencer's dad part of the email she got from Caleb and Toby. The email says the sender is Unknown. Many A files are attached, with the A videos sickly titled ALookSee1 to ALookSee45. Some even have snapshots of other teenage girls, including a sickly familiar face that fell down the stairs of a party the good liars snuck into. One of the video files has a snapshot of Alison: The same one the good liars saw last night.
Spencer's dad mutters lowly, "oh, dear god. I'll perfectly understand if you want to keep this quiet." Having just put away her cell phone, Alison's mom stands up to face Spencer's dad.
She figures teary eyed, "well, I'm not comfortable with it: Because I probably just lost both children to these animals, and rumors are going around Rosewood of Alison's friends gone from the country...with Alison!"
Spencer's dad voices, "well, what else can we do?! We're tired of hurting…our daughters are hurting…and we'll all keep hurting unless..."
Alison's mom responds harshly, "so we're just going to sit back and do nothing wh…?!"
Spencer's dad insists, "god almighty, no! Sigh. Having Dr. Sullivan try to take care of Spencer's problems for me was a mistake. And who's to say that these girls haven't been blackmailed to do this from the start, huh?!"
Quite shaken by his words, Alison's mom starts to say, "and wh…?!"
Spencer's dad urges, "just let me finish. If we show these videos to anyone else in Rosewood, we might as well be A's too. Now don't tell me you haven't been thinking the same thing." Alison's mom starts leaving.
She turns back sad toned, sighing heavily, "I have been. It just feels…like lying."
Spencer's dad tries to assure her, "doesn't mean we can't tell other parents the short version. It'll be more than enough."
At Hollis College, 9:02 A.M…
With this morning being on a Saturday, it remains quite empty. From inside, there is an unexpected visitor. Jackie is taking down picture after picture around her now cleared off desk. Glancing at a picture of a ancient Greek styled hall, she feels that distant from Ezra Fitz in her teary eyes. Several boxes are nearby, mostly filled with the office things belonging to her. Jackie can still hear the new police chief's report echo in her ears, "sorry girl, but Mr. Fitz is dead."
She can't help but feel she somehow led Ezra Fitz to his death, that one thought destroying any remaining jealousy over Ezra Fitz. Ten or so minutes later, the pictures around the office are all in boxes. And not long after, Jackie takes out a typed letter with the very pale brown Hollis College shield emblem on it. She puts it on the desk. Jackie sighs heavily, "goodbye…Z." Ignoring her own tears, she starts carrying out the boxes one by one. The letter is of Jackie's resignation from Hollis.
Hour 12:
9:44 A.M, in a town not far from Rosewood…
Reflective of the American Revolutionary War, the mostly pale white store fronts and dark red signs in the square have stood the test of modern times. Six bricked archways act as open gateways to the town, all with the name Ravenswood across them in gold neon lights. Smoothed stone paths act as the roads, yet there are manhole covers and fire hydrants. No supermarket is in this unusual town, only a lot of spread out stores with background music over speakers.
The men and women of Ravenswood are mostly dressed in dresses or business suits, yet have cell phones. Red and yellow colonial styled houses are arranged like store fronts, but with alleys in between. At one of several dark brown tables within a mostly pale yellow bookstore, a troubled Zoey by herself is in her black dress. On a cell phone screen, she is typing:
Samara, I…sigh…I'm really sorry. I know you may just delete this apology…but I'm hoping you at least go over it first. It's just…when Emily offered her number…it looked like you gave her the ok for asking me out. And when Quinn told on me the way she did, I thought she was just being bitchy for not wanting to share.
But you talked down to me, and I knew then that I was being seen as a bitch by both of you. Sigh. Guess I was wrong about Quinn: About Emily too. I just hope that I can get back with Quinn, and that you can help her see that I'm still here. Actually, not just that: I hope more so that this kind of thing doesn't happen to you and Quinn.
With nothing but love,
Zoey.
10:12 A.M, in the Rosewood Police Department…
With last night's fire put out, several Rosewood Police officers had been seeing what they can salvage from the blackened remains. But they have soon found that the only things that survived the fire are the good liars' cell phones. They were in a criminal related metal safe box to be held as evidence in court against the good liars, which was mostly flameproof.
Now under the new police chief's orders, the same cell phones are being carried out. He checks over walkie talkie, "no more merchandise?" It turns out that the chief and Garrett's partner have become one in the same.
A few hired officers in the area shout over walkie talkie, "nope! Not a thing, Brimstinger!" Brimstinger then hears someone, in the shadows.
Intriguingly, Caleb appears before him, "don't you have better things to do than looking through purses?"
Brimstinger darkly laughs, "Cale: If I knew you were in troubl…"
Caleb mutters harshly, "cut the crap, Brimstinger! I know you're still a flaming thug…and I know you're about to face the lawsuit of your life."
Not taking his gaze away from Caleb, Brimstinger calls out over walkie talkie, "all right: Bag them!"
Caleb slightly chuckles, "I wouldn't do that. Because if you do, I'll activate their GPS signals with the press of a button." He had just taken out his own cell phone, ready to hit enter on it.
Brimstinger slightly laughs, "all this over a girl? You really have gone where no hacker has gone before." He simultaneously takes out his police pistol, ready to fire. Caleb though manages to knee Brimstinger in the legs, making him scream in pain and drop the pistol. Brimstinger falls to the ground, Caleb picking up the pistol to pin him there.
He mutters harshly, "now I have. Here's the new deal: Either call off your merchandise, or I kill you. I assume whatever the A's paid you will be enough comfort in prison." The hired officers come in at the sound of the scream, realizing what just happened.
Brimstinger gasps in pain, "knowing…you…you won't kill. But, a slam…to the head might as…well be death row here. Let justice just…try and catch me…without you…and your blond will…have her cell back."
Caleb silently nods. He is handed a plastic evidence bag by one of the other hired officers, with the good liars' cell phones clearly inside. Caleb then quickly backs out from the Police Department's remains, with the stolen pistol in hand as self protection. Then he drops it outside, running before Brimstinger's help can get a clear shot. They help carry Brimstinger towards a police car, for him to breathe easier until the pain subsides.
10:25 A.M, in Canada…
From evergreen forestland to mostly dark blue metropolises, the province area of Ontario is vast. But with the exhaustion finally catching up with them, the out of country A's just head to two arranged hotel rooms connected by a door. The hotel is made of dark blue fiberglass, but in the shape of an apartment building. It's weirdly called Glass-Cards, most likely by someone with a passion for card games. The walls are covered in classic playing card themes, including black jokers and red kings of spades. And the gold lined bright red doors have poker casino spinner like handles.
The Queen of Hearts and the King of Diamonds have already came and gone. Garrett, Jenna, and Noel let the sleeping good liars' sleeping bags be escorted by room service. Jenna had lied that the sleeping bags just have more expensive items inside, as planned in her sleep.
Most recently, the abroad A's have gotten the sleeping bags up against the hotel suite's square corners. Some suitcases are under the gold rimmed and brown cushioned beds. As part of their new vacationing American identities, Jenna has a large bright red raincoat with dark blue buttons and a black flowery cloth dress. Garrett and Noel have black business suits. Noel sighs hard on the edge of his bed, "now can we sleep in our glory? Yawn!"
Jenna slightly laughs, "just call me Vivian Darkbloom, and we'll be sleeping like royalty." They all start getting ready for bed. The room lights dim. Not long after, Noel keeps an eye on sleeping bags in his own room. And Garrett and Jenna have the second room to themselves. That is, besides the good Pretty Little Liars sleeping in both rooms like time capsules.