Jesse groaned in pain as he dropped the heavy backpack off his shoulders onto the ground. Aubrey who had her arm around Stacies waist, and Stacies arm wrapped around her shoulders, lowered the girl to the ground so she could sit against a tree.
"Thank you." Stacie said gently and Aubrey nodded. She was in pain too, where the seat belt had dug in and bruised her stomach and chest. However, she was able to walk a bit better than Stacie was.
"Of course." She smiled lightly, though it didn't reach her eyes and felt out of place on her face. They had done their best to get as much of their supplies as possible out of the truck. It was stuffed into the backpack Jesse had carried. It wasn't much. A few bottles of water, the little bit of deer meat they had taken to the lake and a few articles of clothing. Jesse had remembered last minute to grab the matches for a fire.
From there, they headed back towards the lake on foot. They hadn't gotten very far, when the truck crashed, and it only took about an hour to walk back to it. They would have made it quicker, had they not been in so much pain.
Now, they were in the tree line, looking out over the lake they had been so relaxed, and carefree in the day before. Jesse cleared his threat as the girls looked at the water, sadness evident in their eyes.
"I'm gonna go start a fire." He said and rummaged through the bag looking for the matches and something to help start it. Aubrey watched him with a faraway look in her eyes, before he walked down to the beach.
"Aubrey."
She turned to see Stacie looking at her, and walked over to her, dropping down to sit with her.
"Yeah?" She asked as she got as comfortable as she could.
"I'm really sorry." She said, her eyes clouding with tears. Aubrey sat up a little straighter.
"Don't cry, why are you apologizing?" She asked as she used her thumbs to wipe away her tears as they fell.
"I'm sorry, about Beca, and Chloe."
Aubrey shook her head, though she felt her own eyes begin to burn with tears. She pushed them back, refusing to let anymore fall.
"It isn't your fault, Stacie. It was an accident, and they just... they must have-" she stopped, feeling her throat get tight and she looked away.
Stacie looked down, squeezing her eyes shut. "Aubrey, I..." she started, then stopped and the blonde looked at her.
"What?" She asked quickly swiping at her cheeks with her fingers, brushing away the tears that escaped.
Stacie didn't answer and Aubrey reached out, gripping her scraped chin between her fingers. "Stacie, what?" She asked again and two green eyes raised to meet hers.
Aubrey looked at her, trying to understand what she wasn't saying. "Tell me." She said.
"Aubrey, it might not have been a complete accident." She said and the blonde froze.
"What do you mean? Of course it was."
Stacie shook her head slightly and looked down, sniffling. "Chloe said, they heard gun shots that day she and Beca got out of that basement." She said.
Aubrey nodded. "Yeah...so?"
Stacie looked up at her, her eyes full of guilt. "So, I might not have been completely honest with you." She said and Aubrey felt her blood run cold.
XXXXXX
Chloe watched as the woman with the blonde hair spoke with one of the other men. This one, she didn't recognize.
After a few moments, she motioned for him to leave and he walked past Chloe, his expression angry. She looked down as he passed her, not wanting to meet his eyes.
The woman sighed. "Now, tell me, what is your name?"
"Why should I tell you that?" Chloe asked, looking up at her.
"Well," she said walking over to her. "Because I could make your time here, a living hell if I wanted too." Chloe watched her cautiously.
"I killed my own man in there, simply because I didn't give him permission to be as close to you as he was." She said getting right up close to her. "He was one of my best. And I killed him, without a second thought." She said reaching up and twirling one of Chloe's curls with her fingers.
"I asked you your name." She said. "Do you think it wise, to question me?"
Chloe took a breath, trying to ignore how close this unfamiliar woman was to her face.
"My name is Chloe."
The woman smiled, letting her hair fall and stood back. "Chloe." She said.
Chloe looked at her as she stepped away. "Tell me, Chloe, how many were in your group?"
Chloe looked down, she didn't know who these people were, or who they had other than her. She knew they had Beca. But as for the rest she had no idea.
"Chloe... I asked you a question."
The redhead looked up. "Your people are the ones that caused the accident. They are the ones that took us. Why don't you ask them how many of us there were? They had obviously been watching us."
The woman stopped, and looked at Chloe with a smirk. "You are a brave girl, Chloe." She said as she walked up to her again. Chloe took a step back, knowing she shouldn't have done that, but couldn't stop herself.
The woman reached out, fisting her hand in Chloe's hair and yanked her head back so she had no choice but to look into her eyes.
"Being brave isn't going to help you here Chloe." She said getting close to her face again. "Being obedient will." She growled as she leaned back and shoved Chloe away from her. She stumbled, but caught herself before she fell.
"What do you want?" Chloe asked. "Where is my friend?"
The woman smiled. "She is here. Right through there actually." She pointed to the door on the other side of the room.
Chloe looked at the door and took a step toward it but was stopped by a firm grip on her arm and she tried not to wince.
"I said she was in there. I didn't say you could go to her."
"You said I could see her, that's why you brought me here." Chloe said. "What the fuck do you want from us?!" She demanded.
The woman smiled again. "You have a dirty mouth." She said. Chloe glared at her, and tried to yank her arm free, but it didn't work.
"Let me see her."
"How are you so certain she is alive? How do you know, I haven't killed her already?"
Chloe felt her face pale. Apparently this was the reaction the woman was looking for and she smiled again.
"What do you want?" Chloe asked again through gritted teeth.
"To be perfectly honest, Chloe. Not you." She said and finally let her go.
Chloe looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean? Then why are we here?"
"You are here, because my men, messed up." She said, "They took the wrong people. Or person I should say."
Chloe narrowed her eyes. "Oh really?" She asked.
"Yes, really. You see, you were not the intended target. You were caught in the crossfire. As my men tell me, you were in the back of the truck they took out. With the woman we were looking for. When they approached the truck, they heard you and decided, for some unknown reason, to take you as well as the one we were truly after."
Chloe felt her stomach tie in knots. "What do you want with Beca? What has she done to you?"
Another smile.
"Again, another mess up. She was not who I sent my men for. You see, they aren't the brightest bunch. But they do my bidding. They saw her, a brunette. And assumed she was the right brunette."
Chloe looked at her, her eyes widening. Stacie.
"They took her, thinking she was the girl that I wanted. Well, she isn't. Much smaller actually. By at least a full foot, I don't know how they messed that up so badly. No, I was looking for the other one. The one with the crossbow." She said and Chloe could hear the venom in her voice.
"She is new to our group. She is a good person." Chloe said.
"That is where you are wrong. She is a murderer. A manipulator. And she needs to pay for what she did. They brought you and the other girl here by mistake. But now, we will use you, to get her."
"You're wrong. She isn't a murderer..."
"You don't know her very well, do you? You said she was new to your group."
"No, I do know her, she is a good person. She saved us, multiple times."
The woman looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Chloe, listen. I don't want to kill you. Or your little friend in there." She motioned to the door that Chloe was eager to go through.
"But she has to pay, for what she did."
"How are you so sure she hasn't already? The truck flipped, she was in the front," she said. She hated saying this. She hated even thinking this way. Aubrey was up front too. If Stacie didn't make it, it was possible that Aubrey didn't either. The thought made her sick.
"Chloe, I sent my men back and the truck was empty. She is still alive. For now."
Relief flooded her system and the woman saw this. "The problem is, you say she is part of your group now. So I assume you aren't going to just let us take her."
Chloe straightened up slightly. She knew this was dangerous, and she needed to be careful, but she didn't want to show weakness. The woman wanted her to obey, but she was done living that way.
"You would be right in that assumption. You won't touch her." She said and the woman instantly advanced on her. She barely had time to react before she felt the sting of a slap across her already bruised cheek. She didn't have time to think about it however as the woman grabbed her and slammed her into the door that Beca was behind.
She cried out as she hit the floor and the woman kicked her hard in the stomach.
"And now?" The woman asked, breathlessly.
"Fuck you." Chloe spat.
The woman smiled and reached down, grabbing her hair and pulling her to her feet.
XXXXXX
Aubrey glared and Jesse was looking in disbelief as Stacie spoke to them.
"I wasn't always alone. But it wasn't by choice. This group of people, huge group, women, men, even children. They found me, and took me. I didn't want to go, I wanted nothing to do with any group. It was too messy. But they didn't take me to make apart of them. They took me, for reasons I still don't understand. Their leader, was cruel. Ruthless. And they did anything and everything she said."
"She?" Jesse asked.
Stacie nodded. "Yeah. Kommissar. That's what they called her."
Aubrey looked towards the lake. This was unbelievable.
"They kept me prisoner. Treated me like garbage. Starved me, beat me, used me." She said looking down. "I escaped though. And I killed three of her men along the way."
Aubrey looked at her. "Then, you found us."
Stacie looked up at her and nodded. "I escaped a few months ago. But yes. I found you. And you were so kind, much kinder than I had experienced before out there. You took me in, and fed me. Gave me a warm place to sleep and made me feel safe. Wanted." She looked down.
"I didn't think they would still be looking for me. I dodged them for the first month. Then, I didn't see them anymore, they seemed to have given up looking for me. Then, Chloe said there were people nearby that day, and I just knew. I felt it in my gut. It was them. Then, the accident..."
"They did this," Jesse growled.
"I saw them. Right before it happened, I saw them, ahead of us, on the side of the road. They shot out the tires."
Jesses eyes grew and he rushed toward her. She flinched and lifted her arm to protect her face as he grabbed her arms and pulled her off of the ground.
"Jesse!" Aubrey yelled jumping up as he slammed her against the tree she was sitting against.
"They took them! Didn't they?!" He screamed in her face and she tried to look away from him.
"Jesse let her go, are you crazy?" Aubrey said trying to pull his hand away from her.
"She knew!" He yelled. "She knew and she didn't say anything! She lied to us Aubrey!"
Aubrey had had enough of this already and grabbed Jesse yanking him away from Stacie. He stumbled slightly and looked at her in shock. "I said to let her go." She growled.
"Yeah, she fucked up. But that doesn't give you a right to manhandle her like that, damn Jesse."
He glared at them both, as she turned to Stacie who had tears streaming down her cheeks. Both from fear and pain as her body throbbed from being handled so roughly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know they would find me. I didn't know they were even still looking. I didn't mean for this to happen."
"You think they took them?" Aubrey asked gently pulling her away from the tree.
"I don't know it's possible." She said. "I don't know why they would take them, and not me, though."
Aubrey shook her head. "We have to get them back. What would they want with them?"
Stacie shook her head, "I don't know. They are crazy, all of them. They aren't safe."
Aubrey felt a rush of anger go through her. How dare these people take their friends? She pursed her lips and turned to Jesse.
"We are going to find them." She said. "You promised to find Chloe. You promised to find them, and you are going to keep that promise." She said. "I know you are angry, and scared for Beca. But you are going to keep that temper in check. Do not touch her again." She warned, lifting a finger to point at him.
He glared at the girl in question but nodded, "I won't. And we will find them. If I have to kill every last one of the sorry bastards that took them."
Aubrey turned to Stacie. "Can you help us?"
She nodded. "I think so."
XXXXXX
Beca couldn't hear much in the room she had bee locked in. She couldn't see anything, as it had no windows and the only way in was the one door. She had been in there since they brought them there. She had pounded angry fists against the door until her hands bruised but no one paid any mind to her.
She had sat down her back against the door, eyes closed when she heard voices in the room outside her door. It was made of something heavy and did a good job of muffling any sound, but she could make out two different people. She pressed her ear against the door and listened carefully. Her eyes wide as she realized one of the voices, was Chloe.
There was a lot of back and forth, before the voices started getting louder. She could hear the anger in Chloe's voice, and they were coming through the door a bit clearer. She stood up on shaky legs and listened. They seemed to be arguing, she heard her name a couple of times.
Then, she heard the sound of skin meeting skin and she knew whoever it was that was arguing with Chloe had hit her. She felt her blood boil, but before she could do anything else, something slammed against the door hard and she jumped voices were right outside it now and she could hear them clearly.
She heard Chloe's pained voice growl "Fuck you." Before the room echoed with her pained cries and the sounds of multiple hits and kicks. Beca rushed to the door and began slamming her fists into it again. She was angry, and she could still hear the sickening sounds of the woman mercilessly beating Chloe. The sounds of Chloe's screams, and soon enough, tearful pleas for her to stop. She stopped banging on the door and began to slam her body into it. Trying to either get it open, or distract the woman so she would leave Chloe alone.
It seemed to work, as the room fell quiet. She couldn't hear anything and she quickly pressed her ear against the door. A few seconds later she heard a click and it was pulled open. She fell forward not ready for the support of the door to disappear.
She stumbled forward and the woman caught her. "Ah, here she is." She said grabbing Beca and quickly pulling her arms behind her back so she couldn't swing at her.
Beca winced in pain and her eyes fell on the bloody heap that was Chloe a few feet away.
Chloe looked up at her, barely conscious. She struggled against the woman that held her, but was significantly smaller and much weaker and didn't get very far.
"She is a quiet thing." The woman said and Chloe tried to get up, but couldn't. "Aside from her little tantrum in there just now, and when we first locked her in there, she hasn't made a peep. Almost like a little mouse. As small as one, too."
"Don't touch her." Chloe gasped, though her words were broken as she spit blood from her mouth.
"Oh no?" The woman said, "Why not? Do you have a soft spot for her? Is she more than a friend?" She asked with a sinister smile. Chloe was finally able to make it up to her knees and she looked at Beca, or, looked her over. She had a few new scrapes and bruises that could have been from the crash, or these people.
When Chloe didn't answer, the woman smiled wider. "I see." She said.
"Theo!" She called and a moment later the man from before walked in.
"I think I know how to get Chloe to tell me what I need to know," she said, "Take this one to room 17." She smiled at Chloe and the man walked over and took Beca's arm.
"Don't!" Chloe growled standing up fully.
Beca tried to free herself, but it was to no avail. The man just grabbed her arms tightly and twisted them behind her back.
Chloe tired to stop him, but the woman grabbed her, kicked her in the back of the leg and watched as she fell to the ground.
"Beca!" She yelled as the man disappeared out the door with her.
"What are you doing, where is he taking her?!"
"Until you agree to turn over that murderous bitch, your little girlfriend, is going to spend some time in room 17."
"What's in there?" Chloe demanded.
"Not what, Chloe." She said reaching down and grabbing her arm, lifting her to her feet.
"Who." She smiled as she lead Chloe back out of the room and into the hallway. Theo and Beca were already gone.
A/N:
Okay so, I didn't initially want it to be the kommissar, but I couldn't for the life of me think of an OC name, so I said fuck it, I can play off of that character. So yes, it's the kommissar. No she isn't German. Cause I spaced that she was. I'm tired y'all. And been sick all week. ALSO...big chapter coming... if you know what that means :) PLEASE REVIEW