A/N: A somewhat…eventful chapter, lol. In terms of answers at least.

~*GABE AND HANNA'S NY APARTMENT- 10:31 AM*~

Hanna held her breath for the next few seconds.

And that's when she saw him.

Lucas.

Only it didn't feel like Lucas at all.

It felt more like an imposter.

He smiled coldly when he saw Hanna's face, but something about it felt...Unnatural.

But then again, maybe this was the real Lucas, and the other one had merely been a fake.

She didn't even know what to think anymore.

"Let me guess. You are all shocked at my being 'Uber A' right?" He asked them distastefully.

Spencer scoffed from next to Hanna.

"Is that what you're calling yourself?"

He grinned.

"Yes, Spencer. I find it very fitting given that my last name is actually of German origins. But to be honest, I didn't reveal myself to talk about my family history. I think we all need to meet up and...talk," he finished calmly.

"There's no way in hell we are-" Emily began angrily, but she was cut off by Mona.

"When and where?"

Lucas pondered the idea for a moment, and then he settled on a place.

"In front of Rosewood's church, tomorrow. Say around...Eight? Come alone."

He hung up.

~*THE NEXT DAY - 3:01 PM*~

Hanna moved quickly through the apartment as she tried to remember what she needed to bring to Rosewood.

Coat? Check.

Cell phone? Check.

Keys? Check.

Recorder?

Hanna walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed the recorder from one of the books. She stuffed it into her coat pocket.

"Hanna..." Gabe said worriedly.

She sighed.

"I'll be okay. Lucas won't hurt me-"

"You don't know that. Look, I know that you two used to be friends but that doesn't mean he can't still hurt you."

Gabe cupped her face in his hands and looked at her gently.

"Look…" He cleared his throat nervously. "I know we haven't been together long, but…I can't let you do this without asking you something I've been wanting to ask you since-"

"No," Hanna interrupted as she touched his hands with her own. "No, don't say it. I don't want you to say it out of some fear of never seeing me again. Do you understand?" She finished the last sentence firmly.

He nodded his head.

"I understand."

She removed his hands from her face.

"Good. I have to go. Mona's waiting for me."

She began to walk away, but then she stopped herself.

She turned around and went right back to him, kissing him as she did so.

When she finished, she pressed her forehead against his chin, and he kissed the top of her head in response.

She looked up at him and smiled.

"I love you," she said softly.

He smiled.

"I love you too."

She backed away from him and flipped half of her long hair over her shoulders.

"So…" She flipped the other half over. "How fast can you get to Rosewood?"

"Probably by eight. Why?"

"If you don't hear back from me by midnight-"

"Call the police? I know the drill, Han. Trust me."

~*ROSEWOOD CHURCH - 8:14 PM*~

"It's already, 8:14. I swear to god, if Lucas isn't here in five seconds, I'm gonna go. I already want to kill him for killing Aria and Ali, so it's a win-win for me," Emily said angrily as she stood in the cold with her arms crossed.

Spencer looked over at Hanna waiting for a reply, but she didn't respond.

"Hanna!"

She looked up to find Lucas walking calmly over to them as if they were all meeting up to go and drink tequilas.

"Glad you guys could make it," he said shivering slightly. "Shall we?" He looked behind quickly as he gestured behind him.

"Where are we going Lucas?" Hanna asked him softly.

"We, Hanna, are going to hear my story. I know a great place for it."

~*ROSEWOOD HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY - 8:33 PM*~

Against a complete lapse of judgement, they had let Lucas drive them in his car to the high school.

At least they were still alive.

For now anyway.

"Seems like an odd place to tell us your whole story," Hanna said skeptically as they walked through the eerily empty hallways with nothing but flashlights to guide their way.

"There are stranger places, Hanna. And since it's the weekend it's the perfect place for an audience," Lucas said calmly.

He finally reached the right door, and took out a bobby pin from his pocket.

"You can pick locks?" She asked him disbelievingly.

"No. But Mona can."

Mona pursed her lips together and walked over to the door. Within thirty seconds, she was able to get the door open.

Emily shined the flashlight onto the door and gasped.

"This used to be Ali's classroom!"

Lucas sighed impatiently and forced her into the room by grabbing her shoulders and pushing her inside.

The others obediently hurried inside, partly because they were afraid, and partly because they didn't want to be pushed in by him either.

He closed the door behind him.

"Are we all settled in? Good."

He turned on the classroom light and everything immediately brightened up.

Lucas walked in front of the chalkboard, and leaned against the teacher's desk with his arms behind him.

"Are you guys still cold?" He asked them calmly.

Hanna took off her coat and hung it on the nearby coat rack. She didn't want to draw too much attention to herself by putting her hands into her coat pocket every now and then.

Fortunately for her, she had already put the recorder into her pants pocket during their little tour down the hall.

The others followed suit and decided to put their coats onto the rack as well.

"Why does your blue shirt hang so loosely from your waist Hanna?" Lucas asked her, confused.

Hanna tensed up. The fact that he continued to act so casual throughout this entire endeavor scared her to pieces.

"He has no right to act like we're still friends," she thought angrily.

"It's called 'fashion' Lucas," she tried to say as calmly as she could. She rolled her eyes and walked over to the back row of desks where Emily was currently standing.

Hanna stood there for a moment, observing him, trying to predict what he would do next.

But he didn't do anything; he just stared at them blankly.

After what seemed like a lifetime of waiting, he went around and sat down in the teacher's chair with his legs propped up against the desk.

"Why don't you guys sit down?" He suggested calmly.

"No," Emily said defiantly.

He sighed and took his legs off the desk.

"You know, I think you guys should really, really sit down."

He pulled out a gun from his jacket pocket and decocked it.

"Or else, it's not going to be a pretty end for any of you," he said grimly as he pointed the pistol at them.

Upon seeing the gun, the girls all settled into the desks nervously as Lucas watched them, pleased with the power that a simple weapon had given him.

"Now that you're all settled in, I think you guys want to hear a story. A story that I think you are all dying to hear..."

~*SIX WEEKS AGO - PHILADELPHIA HOTEL MEN'S BATHROOM, 6:45 PM*~

Lucas was still wearing the janitor's mask, although it was a hell of a thing to be trapped under.

"So this is how it feels to be Mrs. Doubtfire," he thought to himself, amused.

He looked in the mirror and admired his reflection, when suddenly, he remembered something.

He quickly dashed under the stalls to ensure that no one was there, and he took out his cell phone from his pocket.

He dialed the number.

"Yeah?"

It was Ezra Fitz, former high school teacher turned ally.

"Are we still on for tonight?" Lucas asked him quickly.

"Yeah," he replied with more determination in his voice.

"And you're gonna lure Aria away from everyone once the power goes out?"

"Uh-huh-"

"And then you're gonna take her to your room?"

"Yep, that is the plan."

Lucas chuckled.

"Quite the wedding night you have planned."

"Well, our 'honeymoon' is after this so..."

"If 'honeymoon' was keyword for 'certain death,' then yeah," Lucas told him happily. He immediately jumped into fits of laughter.

He knew that Aria's death would crush all of them, but even more importantly...

It would crush Alison.

"Hang on," Ezra told him suddenly.

A few moments of silence passed before Ezra resumed talking again.

"Sorry about that. I thought someone was listening. I just had a run in with that former detective, Holbrook."

"Why?"

"Oh, I just wanted to thank him for 'Aria's protection'." Lucas heard him chuckle. "God, you should have seen him. The way he praised Hanna...It was almost pathetic."

"I still can't believe she's with him..." Lucas said shaking his head.

"So, look...Where are you right now?"

"In the men's bathroom. First floor."

"I'll be there shortly."

Lucas heard the distinct noise of him hanging up.

He stared back at his reflection in the mirror a little while longer, counting away the tick-tick-tocking of the clock that was placed on the top of the mirror.

And then he heard the door open.

He turned around.

Ezra wasted no time and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out something that he knew Lucas was going to need in an hour.

A key card to Room 240.

Lucas grabbed it carefully and stuck it into his pants pocket.

"Now…Once the power is off, you'll need an excuse to get away from everyone. Knowing Aria, she will get fed up with waiting for you and will come looking for you."

"Glad to know my 'research' has been a big help for you," Ezra told him, slightly impressed.

"Hey, it's a win-win for both of us, right? You finally get to kill Aria after all these years, and I get to hurt Alison...Before I take her life of course."

"And what about her friends?"

"Hmmm...I haven't decided yet. But they should suffer too."

Ezra chuckled, but frowned once he looked at the clock on the wall.

He looked down at his own wristwatch.

"Oh damn!"

Lucas was surprised by Ezra's sudden yell.

"What?"

"It's almost time. You said the power would turn off at exactly 7:37 PM, right?"

Lucas nodded.

"Then I need to get going."

~*PHILADELPHIA HOTEL, ROOM 240, 7:41 PM*~

Lucas inserted the key card in and the green light flashed. Before going in, he checked to make sure that the halls were empty, and once he saw that they were, he opened the door and went inside.

He knew exactly where he needed to go.

He carefully took off his mask and carried it with him to the closet.

~*8:14 PM*~

After being trapped with nothing but his own thoughts for about thirty minutes, Lucas sat up when he heard the sound of muffled laughter and the door opening and closing.

He stood up and peered through a tiny hole that was in the middle of the door.

He heard Aria giggling while Ezra laughed along with her. That was when they finally came into view, and he watched as Aria put her arms around Ezra's neck seductively.

"So I already sent everyone a message, which means we can have this entire room to ourselves tonight."

Ezra tightened his hold on her waist.

"I'm glad, but first..."

He released her, and Lucas saw Ezra hand her a wine glass.

A wine glass that he himself knew was laced with a huge amount of crushed sleeping pills.

"If that doesn't kill her, then the fall most certainly will."

Aria took a long gulp from the cup, and smiled at Ezra.

Lucas had to keep himself from laughing, so he just settled on smiling evilly at the scene unfolding before him.

~*8:29 PM*~

The closet door opened, and a slightly annoyed Ezra looked down at him.

"Took you long enough," Lucas told him, disgusted, as he stood up.

"Yeah, well, Aria has a higher tolerance for alcohol then I thought," Ezra replied as he gestured over to Aria who was slumped over the bed, completely unconscious.

"Whatever," Lucas said impatiently. "Look, we still have our deal, right? You kill Aria, Alison suffers, and I make sure the cops never look your way."

"How are you gonna manage that?"

"I have my ways. Now if we really want to help with that...You're gonna need these," Lucas said as he turned towards one of the desk drawers in the room. He opened one, and inside were several pairs of black leather gloves.

"Damn," Ezra said as he eyed the many pairs of gloves inside. There were at least twelve pairs.

Lucas handed him a pair, and they both put on their gloves at the same time.

"Now," Lucas said once they were done. "How long is that sleeping pill supposed to work for?"

"I don't know. But I gave her enough to either cause a slow and peaceful death, or a very heavy sleep."

"Well..."

Lucas walked over to Aria, while Ezra followed after him.

"Let's find out, shall we?"

Lucas grabbed her legs while Ezra grabbed her from under her arms, and they carried her over to the open window.

Ezra positioned her so that her back was facing the windowsill. She keeled over in his arms, still knocked out from too much alcohol and sleeping pills.

He put his finger to her neck.

"Well, she's still got a pulse. It's a weak one, but it's still there."

Lucas bowed dramatically before him and backed away from the window.

"Well...You'd better kill her now before she wakes up."

Ezra smiled and looked at Aria.

He leaned in closer to her and began talking to her in a low voice, as if she could hear him. As if his words would suddenly spring her back from whatever dream world she happened to be in.

"You know...When I first met you, I knew you were easy prey. The way you lied about your age, and the way that you were so convinced that what we had was real even though I lied to you, repeatedly. If anything, your death will make a great ending to another book I have in mind. And this time, it's not about my former dead girlfriend. No, I know that she's dead. I've known ever since she went missing. And soon...you will be too."

Lucas could only watch as Ezra propped Aria up on top of the windowsill, the wind blowing through her hair as he positioned her for the fall.

In a sudden moment of morbid curiosity, Lucas decided that he wanted to watch as Aria met her end all the way to the bottom, so he stood near the window as well.

One...

Two...

Three...

Push!

Aria appeared to be falling in slow motion against the night sky.

As if by chance, her eyes flew open, and for a split-second, Lucas saw the look of fear begin to register on her face, but then she hit the ground.

She was dead.

"Oh, god," Lucas said disgusted. He had to turn away from the window.

"What? Captain of the 'A' team can't handle a little blood?" Ezra teased him.

"I can...Usually."

Lucas walked toward the closet and picked up his mask from the floor.

"Look, we need to get the hell out of here."

He began to put the mask over his head.

"You're right," Ezra said with his arms crossed. "And if I were you, I'd get rid of all those gloves."

He finally managed to get the mask back on.

"You just get back to that party before anyone suspects that you had something to do with this."

~*ROSEWOOD HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM - 8:49 PM*~

"So, Ezra killed Aria. To be honest, I only wanted to kill Alison, but I knew that hurting Aria would also hurt Alison. I had to let him do it."

Hanna felt sick.

But she also had to kick herself mentally for not noticing that Ezra had been a complete psycho all along.

Gabe was the only one who truly saw Ezra for what he really was. Of course, he never told Hanna that he thought Fitz was a murderer, but he did always sense that something was, well...Off about him.

"So, now that we've got that little mystery out of the way, let's get back to basics. Questions I'm sure you are all dying to know."

He put the gun down on the table and stood up from the chair.

"Let's see...Wren? One of Charlotte's 'A' team members. Said he wanted to join because he thought your family was 'dangerous', Spencer. Can you believe it?"

He laughed maniacally while Spencer sunk lower in her seat, slightly embarrassed.

He continued.

"The N.A.T. Club. Now, that had nothing to do with me, but Officer Garrett and Ian did give me some ideas on how to spy on people. And I know for a fact that Charlotte passed this information along to Fitz when we were in high school."

"So they had nothing to do with the 'A' team? At all?" Emily asked him bravely.

"Naw. Were they all screwed up in the head? Oh yes. But they were never part of any 'A' team. And you know what, while we're on the subject...Charlotte? I pushed her off that bell tower."

He laughed again.

"I also sent some threats to Melissa because I knew that she was guilty of a lot more than she'd let on. Like burying that girl for you, Spencer. Oh, that was fun."

Spencer glared at him.

He began walking down the aisles toward them, slowly.

"But then I thought to myself, 'what else could I do to torture all of you?' Rollins wanted revenge for Charlotte's death, but of course I couldn't tell him that I killed her. So I convinced him that one of you did it."

He clapped his hands together and grinned excitedly.

"And now that we've finally got that stuff out of the way...I will now tell you why I became 'Uber A' and why you all deserve everything that you're going to get. Yes, even you Mona."

Mona shifted uncomfortably in her seat as he stopped a couple of desks before her.

"When Alison bullied me in high school, it was like a living hell for me. Everywhere I went, kids would call me 'hermy,' along with everything cruel under the sun. All because of what that...What that bitch called me. And once I found out that she was missing, I was overjoyed. And then once I found out that she was dead...Ha! It was like my birthday had come early. And after I discovered that Mona had been tormenting you, I was quite impressed. I took that to heart when she got sent to Radley."

He winked at Mona who sunk lower into her seat.

"And as some of you know, I left Rosewood for a short while to become home schooled. And that was the start of my being on the 'A' team. I helped Charlotte with some things, and in return, we exchanged intel. We both helped each other out, but I never told her that I actually hated her sister and was glad to see her dead. I knew she would have kicked me out if I had. So I decided that hating all of you, a least around her, was easier. But then I discovered that Alison was actually alive, and I was enraged. I was even angrier that you all seemed to welcome her with open arms. Believing her stupid story about being kidnapped. Give me a break."

He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"But the more pathetic thing was how eager you all were to accept my help at that Ice Ball. So naturally, I decided to take advantage; while Charlotte lured Alison away from the others, I stayed behind so I could observe everything at the dance."

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other excitedly before continuing.

"Anyway, after graduation, Charlotte and I continued to keep in touch every now and then. And I actually did spend a little bit of time designing game apps and things like that. God knows it made me a ton of money the past few years. But I wanted more. And I knew the only way to start the 'A' team up again was to recruit members the way Charlotte had done back when we were in high school. And I could only do that by killing her and blaming it on someone else."

Lucas laughed proudly at himself.

"Oh boy! You should have seen my face when I realized that I had the perfect opportunity during her hearing. I knew you would all be in town, and I knew that I had the power to make Rollins your number one enemy. I drove around that night in my silver jaguar, and I saw Charlotte go inside the church. I waited until Aria and Fitz left, and then I pushed her off the tower - knowing full well that her death would break Alison's heart. After that, I became the new leader of the 'A' team. With the money that I already had, it wasn't that difficult. And Rollins was all too eager to avenge the death of his beloved Charlotte. But of course, I couldn't exactly let Alison, let alone all of you, think that you were actually safe. So after Rollins was arrested, I kept quiet. That is, until last month when I sent you a message, Hanna."

Hanna jumped at the sound of her name.

Lucas shook his head.

"Actually no, that wasn't my first message. I'm the one who sent you the messages about Holbrook from the night you were kidnapped, and I also gave you that midnight curfew at that fashion fundraiser. I never knew how good it felt to send people 'A' messages, but it did. It sure as hell did. I wasn't nerdy Lucas anymore, I was 'Uber A'; the person that everyone feared. I was the reason why people looked over their shoulders when they went for a walk at night. And when Ezra Fitz, former 'A' team member, informed me that he knew of another way to crush Alison, well...I was intrigued. But you all know that story."

He made his way back over to the teacher's desk and leaned in front of it once again.

"Oh, and just to clarify. I rigged the controls in my apartment for your bachelorette party, Hanna. I didn't know which one of you would get burned, but I knew it was bound to be one of you. I didn't really care which one it was. Oh, and did I forget to mention? My place has hidden cameras planted everywhere."

"I'm also the one who shot Alison. God…That was the most satisfying thing I'd done in a long time."

He shrugged unapologetically.

"But you know what? The only people that should be blamed here are the ones I see before me. Alison bullied me all throughout high school, and you guys did nothing. You befriended a total bitch, and you just let it happen. So if anything, I am the way I am because you made me this way."

They were all shocked; especially Spencer.

"You expect us to be sympathetic?" She asked him furiously.

"Yes."

His nonchalant tone implied that he didn't regret a single one of his actions.

"You let it happen, so yes, I am blaming all of you."

"No." Hanna said fiercely.

Lucas raised an eyebrow at her curiously.

She had been silent for far too long, so she was surprised to find that she was positively fuming.

"You had a choice, Lucas. You could have made the choice to move past Ali's bullying but no." She sighed and shook her head; the anger had finally sunk in. "You just had to throw it all away and turn our lives into a living hell!"

For a moment, she thought she saw a look of remorse on his face, but it quickly vanished. She rose up from her desk and began walking toward him.

"This is all on you. We did nothing wrong. And even if we did, well damn...It's not like you ever bothered to take our feelings into account."

Hanna walked closer to Lucas, growing braver with every step.

"You did this. You sat back as countless others tortured us...All because of the way Ali treated you in high school."

Lucas scowled at her, looking her up and down as he did so. But then he smiled.

Hanna leaned back.

"You think this is my fault, Hanna? And here I thought you were my friend."

"We're not friends," Hanna said as she looked down. "Not anymore," she finished quietly.

Lucas laughed and turned away from her.

"Now that's funny."

He turned back around.

"I always thought that you were the most loyal of the group, Hanna."

"I am loyal, but even I have my limits, Lucas," she informed him angrily. He chuckled and walked back around to the teacher's desk.

He spun the gun around before picking it up.

Hanna immediately retreated back to the desks where everyone was sitting.

"Now, I know I said I would spare your lives, but, surprise surprise. I lied."

He moved the gun around, and as it passed over their frightened faces, he smiled. This was the power that he wanted. This is what he wanted people to think of him.

Hanna raised her hands slowly.

"Lucas...Please think about this. You can still make the right choice. Put the gun down."

Lucas laughed as if she had told the world's funniest joke.

"I know you can't see it, but...despite what I just said, I can't just stop caring about you at the drop of a hat, Lucas. If you let me, I can make sure that you get the treatment that you so desperately need."

His laughter finally died down, and he looked at her suspiciously.

"What? You gonna send me to Radley? That placed closed a long time ago, Hanna."

"I know, but there are other places you could go to."

She moved forward a couple of steps, her hands still up in the air.

"Lucas...Please. Please don't do this. I promise things will be different. I'll visit you at whatever institution you get into. And then maybe, just maybe, we'll finally be able to get back to our lives and move on from…all of this."

Lucas eyed her carefully.

"You're serious aren't you? Well, I'm sorry Hanna, but we can't always get what we want. You see, while you were busy mourning the deaths of both Aria and Alison, I was secretly planting evidence against your oh so lovable detective boyfriend. And with Ezra in the clear and secretly off in The Bahamas, your boyfriend will be going away for a very long time. So no, I'm not going to kill you...But keeping you away from your love seems like the next best thing."

Hanna swallowed nervously, and she felt her whole body tense up. She closed her eyes trying to decide how else to convince him to turn himself in. She didn't even notice that Lucas had raised the gun again until Spencer shouted, "Hanna!"

Hanna opened her eyes to find that he had the gun raised, only it wasn't aimed at any of them.

It was aimed at his head.

"And now, you will all have nothing. I burned all of the evidence pointing at Ezra, and more importantly, me, so even if you manage to make it back home in one piece, your boyfriend," he removed the gun from his head so he could use it to point at Hanna, who looked horrified, "will still go to prison, and you will all be left with nothing but empty words and unsolved mysteries. Because who's going to believe a bunch of liars when their only chance at the truth has been killed off?"

He put the gun back to his head.

"Lucas wait!" Hanna yelled with her hand outstretched toward him.

Click!

Click!

BAM!

A/N: Oh god. So yeah, I obviously didn't answer every single question on PLL ever, but I did try and incorporate some elements into the story. And you know what? If the writers weren't so arrogant with all of their red herrings and dropped story lines, then maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be so incredibly confusing to do.