Hey guys I'm back! this chapter is one of my most complex even though it probably doesn't seem like it. Hope you like it and review please! -lexus
Alison's POV
I stand up slowly and put my hands up. "Just let her go, and leave them out of this. I will do anything you want, if you just let her go."
"And who says I want anything Alison but you're right I do want something. Multiple things." I recognize the voice but can't put the voice to the face.
"I know you, don't I?..." The person scoffs.
"So typical of you to know even who I am. It's not like we've gone to school together for years. So fucking typical because all Alison DiLaurentis cares about is herself." I nod in response.
"Your right, before I would only care about me. Only care about my reputation and image but I refuse to be considered that anymore. I have changed." As I say this, A presses the knife harder into Spencer's throat.
"Do not patronize me Alison! Do not lie! You did not change, you are the exact same bitch ad you were before!" A yells and then move one hand to the hood that shields their face. As the hood comes off, Paige's face appears. I feel rage build up at the sight of her face. Emily's ex-girlfriends hurt her, somebody Emily trusted and loved hurt her.
"You took Emily. She loved you and you hurt her! You're fucking crazy." I scream in ragged. Paige laughs and then turns to the rest of the girls and Caleb.
"If you want your friend to still be able to breath I suggest you all get in there," Paige points to a small room, "let little Ali and I have a nice chat." They all look to me and I nod. "It's Ok guys, just do what she wants Ok." They cautiously walk into the room and Spencer is thrown in last. Paige locks the door behind them.
"Now isn't this better. Just like old times except now I'm the one with all the power. How does it feel to know that your going to die and it will be just as you feared, by A. I am A now." I stare at her confused, mad but confused.
"What do you mean now? Who was A before?" Paige smirks.
"Not that I need to tell you but I will anyway. It wasn't Jenna like you thought and it wasn't Shana for sure. She wasn't even a part of the team, she was just helplessly in love with the girl you blinded. Filled with rage just like I am today and just like A was. Melissa was so mad at you Alison that she was prepared to torcher you, and she did. You took away so much from her but she was prepared to take all of your bullshit as she built her plan. It was brilliant, flawless in fact. She helped Bethany escape that night from radley. It was Bethany who hit you with that rock, nearly killing you. Melissa just planted the idea in her head and she followed blindly. They say family will protect each other no matter what and that's what happened. Bethany is your sister and your mom protected her instead of you. After Jessica buried you, Melissa killed Bethany and assumed you were dead too until she saw you get in the car with Mona after the hospital incident. She followed you, tortured you and created an army, never telling the truth. Then as each person figured it out, they died. First there was Ian, then Maya, then Garret, Wilden, and Jessica, and finally Mona. Now Melissa has joined them and I am prepared to take the opportunity to end your nightmare." I nod as it all finally makes sense. All the pieces clicking like puzzle pieces, creating a picture.
"And what are you going to do to them after you kill me Paige? Blackmailing somebody will only go so far and you have no other cards to play. Blood is on your hands and the truth will finally come out."
"What good has the 'truth' ever done in your life Alison? Every time you tell the truth, something bad happens. Your always better off with a really good lie."
"What are you going to do to them Paige? To her?..." She smirks and walks closer towards me.
"Well you are going to die obviously but die how I want and when I want. The others after you die, I'm planing to kill but maybe I won't kill them all maybe just a couple, let the pain sink in for the rest. And Emily, my sweet Emily will be coming with me." I shake my head because this can't happen. I won't let this happen. I refuse for it to end like this without me trying to do something to fix the situation and make the odds favor us a bit more. With my flashlight still in hand I walk closer to Paige, quickly creating a plan. Once I'm close enough to her, I move my hand to the right and strike her. As my blow to Paige's side ends, I feel a sharp pain in my bicep. A slash about 4 inches long is now visible through my ripped shirt. I clutch my arm, dropping my flashlight in the process.
"That was your plan? Are you actually that fucking stupid Alison?" I hold my arm, feeling blood come out of the deep cut. "So weak. So worthless. Emily deserves so much more then you. All those times you watched her, hating who you were and how you felt. I enjoyed watching old tapes of you that A had. Of the terror on your face as you heard a sound. Emasy hated you until she felt bad for you. Don't you get that Alison, she never cared for you at all, she just pitied you." Tears drip down my face but not from my cut but from the words she speaks. They set doubt into my mind. Paige walks closer to me and kicks me down. As I try to stand back up, she places her foot to my chest and leans on top of me. Placing her knife on the scar on my thigh, I fill with terror. She can't re-cut where Cyrus had already caused damage.
"I have a video of this happening. I saw what he did to you, and I'm going to do it again. Make it more permanent then it already is." Slowly, she digs her blade into the raised scar and I scream. I scream for more then just the pain but for the injustice that this scar represents. Out of all of them on my body, self inflicted and A related she chose my most hated one. The one I cringe about whenever I look at my thigh.