Hey! I'm sorry I haven't posted another chapter, but something come up this weekend, which meant that I couldn't. I'm back, though, and will post whenever I can. This chapter is in mostly Mona and Spencer's POV's, and then I will catch up on everyone trying to rescue them. I will also include the other parents, and although I won't include it, please assume that they are fully briefed on all things –A. But that's for next chapter. On to this one!

-Vivian

Mona's POV:

The door slams. Poor Aria. We saw her again last night, and she told us about the speakers. –A, or Charles, used a similar technique on me. When I first tried to escape, Charles played that siren over and over for the first day, but then switched tactics. I woke up with a television in the centre of the room, with a CD. There was a red post it note, saying, PLAY ME. I hesitantly put the CD in, not wanting to be punished again. I still can't believe I stupidly thought that the punishment was over. The video started, and I immediately tried to yank it out, but –A somehow remotely sealed it shut until the video finished playing, and I was forced to watch. The video was of my funeral. Mom, my Uncle, Hanna and the others, Lesli, and practically the whole town of rosewood had shown up to cry for a dead girl who wasn't even dead. Only they didn't know about that part. It was the first –and probably the last- time I've ever felt sorry for Alison.

I looked back at the video, and immediately wanted to look away, but I couldn't. Who knew when I would next see them? My mom was crying at the end of the pew, and Hanna was staring blankly at my photo. Ugh. They used the photo from my 16th birthday, right before I ditched the glasses. I don't know how this annoyed me during my current predicament, but it did.

I once more focussed my attention on the screen. I was shocked to see that even Spencer, Aria, and Emily were crying. I was pretty sure that when I wasn't being useful, they looked at me like I was the devil. To be honest, I didn't really blame them. My uncle had tears running out of his eyes. I knew that when my dad left, he kind of thought of me as his daughter. The service started, and the video cut to when they lowered my coffin into the ground. My mom clutched at my uncle, and they both cried as it disappeared from view. Hanna let out a whimper. That was the moment when I realised that tears were coming out of my eyes. I was shocked. I never cried. I wiped the salty water from my eyes as the video ended, and then looked directly at that stupid camera.

I grabbed the lamp, and smashed it into the video player. The siren immediately started, and I covered my ears. The next day, the audio from the recording, including the service, played on a loop through the speakers. It continued to play for a week straight, along with the siren, and I was given just enough food and water to survive on.

I snap out of the memory, and allow myself a small smile. Tonight, I'm going to prove to the girls that I belong in their group. I'm going to get us out of here. I have everything prepared. I will sneak out when the doors unlock, and break into the vault using the device I've made to pick locks. Inside, there has to be some kind of remote that turns off the power, and once I've done that, I'll grab the girls, and we can get out of here.

Xxx

I hear the tell-tale click of the lock, and I know that the power's out. I run out, and, once the 90 seconds has passed, I don't stop. No going back now. I reach the door, and pull out the device. It looks kind of like a screw driver, but it doesn't have a handle. I made it using parts of the clock in the Ali bedroom. I insert it in the hole, and, at first, I don't think it's going to work. But, then, the door swings open, and I step inside.

As I enter, my smile quickly fades. There isn't a generator. Instead, the room is full of pictures of two blonde boys. Some contain a woman I know is Mrs. DiLaurentis, holding a baby, and others contain one of the blonde boys on his own. There are also baby clothes, a crib, a creepy family of mannequins, and a tape player.

But that's not what has my attention. In the middle of the room, a masked figure sits on an armchair, staring at me. "Alison." They say, using a voice modifier. "You realise you're going to have to be punished for this?" They tell me. I try to run, but the door slams shut. When I look at the figure, they are wearing a gas mask. "No. Please!" I beg. Sleeping gas starts to pour into the room. I bang at the door, but the gas pushes me down, suffocating me. I scream, but nobody can hear me. Of course, I know where I'm going. It's the last thought that enters my mind as I fade into unconsciousness.

The hole.

Spencer's POV

"Please exit your rooms and follow the lighted pathway."

The door opens, and I run out. The others are there already. I look at them, confused. "Where is Mona?" I ask. They shrug their shoulders. We look at each other. "What do you think the B**** wants from us now?" Hanna asks. "Whatever it is, it can't be good." Emily mumbles.

"Please follow the lighted pathway."

"I'm getting really worried about Mona." Aria says.

"Follow the lighted pathway."

We quickly start walking. When the speaker loses the 'please', you know this is your last chance before you're punished.

A minute later, we get to four different doors, all a sickly green colour. One has a sign saying, SPENCER taped to the front. I give the others a look of worry, and they head to their allotted doors. I take a deep breath, step in, and the door slams behind me.