12:54 PM in the gameshow
It was Robbie and Cat's turn, the little red headed girl was in tears, as the host asked in an up beat fashion.
"The next question is for Robbie Shapiro, What is Cat Valentine's hair color?"
He knew this one, not many knew it, but he KNEW it. Beaming proudly, Robbie answered.
"Well it's dyed red now, but Cat is actually a brunette"
"Correct" the host's voice boomed "A 100 points for Robbie and Cat's team"
Cat's frown turned upside down and she giggled happily; clapping her hands together like a baby seal.
12:55 PM in the Gameshow
"We will be right back" the host voice boomed and the gang were once again dragged to the back room.
Hastily all eight of them were gagged, tied up and blind-folded. Jade took comfort in smelling the scent of Beck's faded Sandalwood perfume, knowing he was right next to her. And judging by the scuffle of shoes, so were the rest of the gang, she assumed.
They were all thrown in a foul-smelling room, completely oblivious to anything else. Cat could be heard sobbing behind her gag, Jade was trying so hard to yell, but it all came out in pathetic muffled speech patterns, Andre was getting to a new level of wonk, and Tori resorted to trying to scream a 'why are you doing this?' to anyone who was listening, truth is though, Sinjin was the one listening, years of spying or stalking Jade, had taught him a lot, adjusting with dimly lit rooms, walking around in Silence, picking up pieces and bits from whatever little base he had.
But he was actually listening to a conversation from the other side of the room; he slowly had made his way with careful steps towards the side of the room, running his fingers; through the ropes, over the smooth walls. A thick layer of dust and the stuffy smell told him this room had been abandoned for a while now, the general motif made him almost sure it was a sound-proof room, the gears in his brains started creaking and churning.
The cops were there, surely the cops were coming, they were hiding out the trails. Sinjin's stomach dropped as he knew that any hope for them was very little, they would die there.
01:00 PM in the Gameshow.
The sign had been changed from Brain Squeezers to Cure-Aid.
"I assure you officers, we don't have any knowledge of a show called Brain Squeezers" said the middle aged director "we are presenting a medical show called Cure-Aid, and this is out host "
He pointed to a grey-haired man in a white coat.
"Well if you notice anything, let us know" the officer said, half convinced.
01:10 PM in the Gameshow
"And we are back" the host said, standing between the gang "Our next team is the one and only 'Beck and Jade'"
Beck tensed, looking at the still throbbing marks around Jade's neck.
"Jade, What was Beck's line in his movie 'Miss fire'?"
"Oh" Jade recalled "it was 'I am sorry we are out of the chicken breasts'"
Beck groaned, it was a technicality, but it was wrong…. DOINK
"Splash n roots" the man beamed.
"Splash and wha…?" Jade was interuptted with Beck being pulled to the center of the room, where a large glass box was put. He was hauled inside, and a rope that looked a lot like a vein was wrapped around his ankle, she had an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach "Wh-what are you do-doing?"
A gush of cold water filled the box quickly, mounting hastily over Beck, he kicked and thrashed against the rope, taking a gulp of air, before….
His chest was on fire, he banged on the glass uselessly, watching Jade scream silently, his ears had filled with a buzz, as his beautiful girl went out of view.
Tan skin went sickeningly blue, brown eyes rolled back, and Beck went limp.
"BABE!"