Thank you for being patient. This chapter has been unconsciouly worked on. It looks like my brain had it done without telling me. I just sat and wrote when I had the time. Make sure you have some free time because the chapter is 4200+ words long. I wanted to delete the Author note I left, right before but that would have meant losing your reviews and NO NO I can't allow that to happen. Please review the chapter took 7 hours to write.


Previous Chapter : Jason got in touch with old memories. Aria got a new –A assignement which she didn't expect. Spencer is hiding from her captors. Emily is convinced to have discovered Alison't killer, though she still doesn't know the reason why he had done it. The Clearfield geek is onto hacking –A's website and get access to all of their files.

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Chapter 47 : Sweat

Emily's POV Cemetery

Now that I know where I saw this Garden Gnome and who killed Alison all I need to figure out is why, when and how on earth Spencer got involve in this madness. She has known that Alison wasn't coming back for years. Why didn't she say anything to anyone. Was she fake crying at the funeral ? Was she insensitive to the family's pain ? Our pain ?

Maybe Noel had a fight with Alison at his house and things got out of control. It could have been an accident, perhapse they just panicked. But still, why would Spencer agree to keeping the secret ? I mean, if it was an accident, her loyer of a mother could have helped them. Spencer is too smart to let herself into something that big that it could crush her whole life. And yet, she still admitted in front of the whole psycho zone that she was the one to hide the body. She was the one who cleaned the bloody mess. Oh god, I can't imagine the horrific memories this experience must have left. I honestly don't understand how she could get up in the morning and just be herself.

A million of questions are bursting in my head right now. Was she ever as devastated as we were ? Did she care about any of us ? I can't help it, my mind just goes there. If she was cold blooded enough to cover for the murder of her best friend and pretend like nothing happened, the very next day. Then I have to wrap my mind around the fact that I never knew her. That all the moments we shared might have been fake. It hurts, it really does because Spencer was one of the people I was ready to die for. I need to get answers to the questions that are burning my throat. I am upset and frustrated, I'm in the middle of a cemetery talking to the air and expecting answers of a phone ! I exhausted, I want all of this to end. But I also want the truth to be told, I want to make Alison, Maya and Paige justice. Why did they all have to leave me ? I feel like every single person I love goes away to never come back. I can't help but wonder who's next ? Who will be chosen to make me suffer more and pull me down ? Thsi whole situation makes me nervous, scared but also furious. All of this hatred I've been building up is starting to eat my soul. I sometimes feel like I'm going back to the place I was when Alison disappeared.

I need to shout. I'm rageous, I can't stand up in the middle of loved people gone too soon. I have to know everything now, otherwise I'm going to explode.

« Why did Khan kill Alison ? »

Aria's POV

All the lights are out and I seriously am starting to freak out. I don't know what –A has in mind with this and I don't even know if I want to figure out. I hope there are no crawling animals in this room because I think I'll collapse for sure. I distiguish a little white light from the corner of my eye. I move my head enough to have a clear image of what I am looking at. The shapes are blurry but I can guess that it's text. A few lines written. When the blur come off I start reading.

« Aria, from now on. You are no longer Aria Montgomery. Your name is Sore and you will do absolutely anything I tell you to. » At this point I have no idea of what the Freaky Games are freaking doing. I never saw this ordeal before in the whole site.

« Today is the D day. The one I have been waiting for for weeks. Get ready futur friends because here I come. » The typo of this sentence was different, maybe it was to symbolize something. Or just a sentence to get me into the « play » I'm apparently starring in.

The text swaps to another one.

« When you get inside, you just sit »

Now I need to enter the next room. I look for the handle in the complete dark. Once I find it, I pressure the little piece of what I imagine as wood and get inside. This room is a little more lightened than the previous one. There is a long table with people around it. Those people are on the other side of the table and on my side there's only one chair. I guess that's where I sit. There are at least 3,5 meters between my spot and the people that were already there. I take a look at them and smirk an uncomfortable smile. I sit down slowly and it's at that very moment that I realise that I have a meal tray. Am I supposed to eat ? I don't think so. The message on the screen was clear : Just sit. I 'm sitting and nothing is happening. The room is drowned in an awkward silence. Getting bored, I decided to examin my food with a fork. I seriously looks like the type of food we go at the school cafeteria.

The atmosphear changes and I'm not sure if I like it. They just went from freaky to freakier.

Spencer's POV

I've been hidden for a long time now and there's no sign of any of –A's minions so far. I want to move but I'm too scared to do it. Should I walk or should I crawl ? If I stay here, they are going to find me anyway so I need to think fast. What if I tried to break a window and jump ? That might be too loud and I don't know at what hight we are standing so the chances are I die crushed by the impact with the ground. Even though I would in fact rather die crushed against the floor then in –A's hands, I still don't want to die. I am really frocing my brain to work. Come on ! Tell me all of those years of Hastingsing in my room wasn't all in vain. Tell me I'll be able to think quickly.

Apparently, it wasn't fast enough. I feel the back of my hair being pulled up.

« Here you are. Now be nice or Pretty eyes pays the price. Trust me when I say that it'll cost more than a few broken ribs, way more ! »

My heart is racing so fast I feel like it's about to run out of my chest. I can't fight anymore, not if it means that Toby dies.

« Ok I'll follow you. You can drop my hair now. » I say with a voice so deep and saddened that I didn't know about.

The minion keeps walking with my hair still in his fist.

« I said drop my freaking hair, dumbass. It hurts ! » I complain, I hear him chuckle as he pulls it even harder. If I increase my speed in the direction of the minion, the pressure will be less harsh on my hair and I'll save myself some pain.I try to run towards him fast enough stop the pain. He stops brutally, tells his collegue to open a door and throws me in. I fall forward and place my hands in front of me to caution the impact. He violently closes the door behind him and leaves me alone. Hurra, I thought he'd never leave. My body is still aching from the recent events so I walk to a corner of the which is the exact replica of the one I had the dilemmas in. I huddle up quietly and wait for whatever –A has planned to happen. The room is completely silent, this silence is peaceful somehow. My mind goes all over the place when I thing about Toby. Where he is, what he is doing. I don't know if I'll ever see him or anyone else again but knowing that he is safe brings me that much comfort. A part of me wishes that he never had met me, or Alison. A part of me wishes that he had never come to live in Rosewood in the first place. I love remembering our sweet moments together, and everytime I close my eyes I just see his. Filled with love and happiness. That was the look he had the last time I saw him. That is the image of him that I want to keep. My secret garden, my pretty eyed secret garden.

The silence is broke by a familiar voice. My heart aches when I finally recognize it. It has been haunting me, in my nightmares, on day time. Everywhere I was, she was. Guilt is such a bitch, you can't imagine. I calm down a little and start thinking that it was just a halluciation. I put my head on my knees and try to picture Toby again. I breathe in and out slowly and repeatedly I finally am able to see Toby again. He is so close to me that I can almost touch him. I feel so good that I'm ready to give up on the reality. If real life equals life without Toby then fantasy it will be. Life is about choices, mine is to be happy.

Alison's voice echoes again in the room. I remember hearing her pronounce those words. We were arguing, like we often did. How would –A have recorded us fighting ?

[****Sound echoeing in the room****

« You need to get away from him Spence'. He's a snake, he'll do absolutely anything to get what he wants. »

« That description reminds me of someone else actually. You Alison, you're the snake. You said the same thing about Toby and we ended up blaming him about the Jenna thing. »

« Don't you dare mention the Jenna thing here, Jason could hear us. »

«He wouldn't remember it anyway. He's practically a living pharmacy. Stay out of my life Ali, I mean it. »

*****End of the recording*****]

Hearing her voice brings back old pains, the horrific memories of the worst part of my life. Believe it or not –A is not the worst thing I have had to face in my young years. Maybe that's what kept me going, maybe that's what kept me strong.

I remember this fight loud and clear. And it took me that much time to realise that she was right. I should have listened to her. If I could turn back time I would go back to that precise moment and slap my old self in the face. How could I be this manipulated. Normal people are tricked into giving away their money or inheritance, and that's understandable. The thief plays with their soft side. Nobody is stupid enough to get involded in a murder !

[***** Record playing****

« Hello, I just had a fight with Spencer. What did you tell her ? How did you get her to like you ? You need to bring me back that video tape. You can't send it to your Freaky Games or whatever the hell this shit is called. If it's money that you want I will give it to you. I'll even empty my dad's bank account you just can't leak the video. »

External POV Spencer's room.

Alison stops talking for a while. She was waiting for the man at the other end of the line to finish his sentence.

« I am begging you not to send it, please. Please, how can you be so cruel ? »

Alison's voice betrayed her devastation. The sobbings almost muted her voice, she sounded nothing like the girl Spencer new.

« You know me since kindergarden. How could you do that to me Kahn. I loved you like a brother »

Spencer's POV

My cheeks are soaking wet because of the multiple tears that have fallen along them. I wish I could turn her voice off, it's too painful to hear. I don't feel safe anymore, and as much as I would love to escape in my Pretty eyed secret garden. He voice keeps me from it. I'm shivering, shaking, out of breath. I cry so hard I don't know if this pain will ever go away. No matter how much time has passed, it is still here, just as vivid as the first time I felt it.

Caleb's POV

I don't know what the deal was with the roses but now they are gone. Too bad because the yellow one ended up in an -A's helper mouth. I think he loved it because he chew the petals and swallowed them. It was very weird to watch. I throw a side kick to my attacker, he holds my foot, twists it and makes me lose my balance. I fall down and spit some blood, my shoes is still in his hand so when his face is close enough. I stick my foot right under his nose, smelly smelly feet. You life saver. Hanna always complained about that but little did she know they'd save my life in a very critical situation. He coughs a few times, long enough for me to get back up and elbow his spine. His body collapses and I can't help but step on his spine just to make sure that I can turn my back to him and leave.

I'm sweating so much it's really annoying. I feel the drops rolling along my cheeks, neck and my back. I take my shirt off to absorb the sweat off my skin. I hate feeling wet.

Aria's POV

I'm playing with my food when I hear them laugh. They point their fingers at me and burst out of laughter. I'm feeling quite uncomfortable but I still ask what it is they find so amusing. As soon as I open my mouth I recieve paper bullets. They get in my hair, cleavage and food.

« What the hell ! Stop. » They keep laughing and throwing random pieces of paper at me.

I grab a few pieces of paper and throw them back at them. Cretins with pieces of paper are not the most scary thing I had to fight today. If they want a paper bullet war, then paper bullet war it will be.

« Slut ! » I hear a guy scream with an extreme hate in his voice. A multitude of other insults are shouted by the whole of the group. What surprises me the most is that it affects me. I keep throwing the bullets elbowing my way through the haters. I yell and put my hand on my cheek. It's bleeding. That certainly was not a paper bullet.

« Ugly piece of shit ! »

« Why didn't you kill yourself ? »

The energy those people put into each insult is amazing. I look at their faces and I can tell, they have something against ME. They all hate me. I can't help but feel horrible. Although god only knows the reason why they feel like that towards me, I know they none of them would be happy to see me dead.

I know that they are strangers, I know that what they see on the Freaky Games is what defines the person I will be in their eyes. But I still feel incredibly bad. I need air, I want to go back to the spiders at least they weren't as terrifying. A part of me would like to fight them, give them a good reason to hate me. But the major part of my soul wants out. I want the easy way out. I walk through the crowed and I am happy to see that none keeps me from moving away. I guess –A has other steps to her Freaky Play.

I get out of the hurling guys' room. Out of breath, out of any sort of positive emotion. I fall on my knees and put my hands on my face. I was overwhelmed by the crualty of these people. I feel a little better now that I am out. I feel something hit my head, it was soft and light. I see it fall down and pick it up. It's a red rose, this one is different from the others. I open my purse and compare it to the others. It's a little damaged but still beautiful.

I get up, take a deep breath a hand on my heart. I look at the screen and read again.

« These are the words I remember pronouncing the first day of school right before you drove me. Well, the excitement quickly turned into an uncontrollable mess. After three years of school I was an empty shell. Nothing could erase the pain I was in. I wanted to scream for someone, anyone to reach out to me. I felt so alone and hated by the whole world. »

I could relate to the words I was reading, if it wasn't for my friends, and Ezy. Who knows what would have become of me ? There must be a point to making me read this out loud. I feel like I'm violating someone's privacy. Like I'm reading a diary. A diary that could have been mine, there were times when I felt helpless, times when the only person to make me smile was my special teacher. Thi sperson went through a very hard time, and mine is still going. I feel so close to this stranger, in these painful words I can clearly see a bond between us. I don't know who she is but I feel like I've lived similar experiences. To this person I would like to say that it gets better. I would really love to be able to say that, but look at where I am. Look at my friends, Alison, Maya, Paige. We might end up just like them. Hope keeps you going, it gets to the point where you only live by it. I will be okay, evantually. The universe owes me a bit of happiness. That's just how it has to be.

I take a deep breath and read the next thing I was to do.

« Walk through the hall and open number 336»

Okay, I get to the door before me. This time I wait a little moment before opening it. I am scared and nervous. I realise that maybe that's how the stranger felt on her way to school. I push the handle down and the door opens wide. I freeze for a second when I recognize the type of furniture it was decorated with. Lockers, yes, school lockers like the ones we have at school. The floor was poorly polished, it was clearly the setting of a highschool hall. I'm beginning to get the whole « roleplay » thing. I am starring as the stranger, I am in the diary stranger's shoes. As if my life wasn't crappy enough as it was. I walk across the whole. My very first step is confident. I want to show to every single psycho out there that I won't let the Freaky Games be the story of the end of my life. I want it to be the story of them getting their asses kicked.

I walk and my confidence is lowered by the first projectile headed in my direction. A pair of compasses. That hater wasn't very well intentionned was he ? I keep walking and a guy gets on my way. I avoid him and limitate any visual contact. I would love to make him bite the dust but I'm in –A's play, I'm pretty sure her psycho Army would jump on any occasion to get me killed. I'll only be violent if I have no other choice. Thee guy I just avoided pushes me down. I fall on the floor and get my elbow a little sore. I get up and walk again. I'm so pissed because I can't do anything to defend myself. Funny how I'm only Not defending myself to Actually defend myself.

Toby POV

I walk through the hall with only one though : finding Spencer. Every single shadow caught by my eye recieves a bullet. At first I was being careful, I took the time to aim. I didn't want to kill anyone. Now I'm getting more and more impatient. I'm fed up of this fucking game. All of the guys I shoot are one more reason of the show's existence, so why should I pitty them. Why should I care ? I'm human, so I'm sure I'll be regretting this at some point in the futur. But did they feel bad when I was the one taking the hits ? When the whip burnt My skin and when my life was on the line ? I don't think so, that's the only thing driving my finger to the trigger. I never was a killer, I never even used a gun on a living thing, animal Or human before this show.I guess there's a first time to eveything. It's scary how you can end a life just like that. Just one small pression on a trigger and everything is over. I can't afford thinking about guilt or the consequence of my actions with this gun. I have to ignore any part of humanity left in my body. The only way to get out of here alive is to play by their rules. It's to become them. Saving Spencer really got me doing some serious psycho things. I am turning into a souless piece of meat. If I hadn't had my love for her to drive my body and litteraly control it, I would think that I had become their clone. If I could speak to her these words are the ones I'd tell her : Spencer, I can feel that evey step I take is getting me closer to you. Please, wherever you are and whatever they are doing to you. Hold on to life because we have too much things left to do together. You've made too many hard choices to give up now. Don't throw our love away. We'll roll with the punches and grow wiser together. Me and you, because I don't see an end without us being reunited. We'll get out of this mess, we'll be alright as long as we have each other. Save me by saving yourself, I keep in my heart, enough love for the both of us. Keep strong, stay with me, you're my fighter so don't lose yourself, don't forget us.

Hanna's POV

I'm standing right in front of the beverages. Lucas is still making the silliest moves in the world and I honestly don't understand why keeps calling it « dancing ». I look at him with an awkward smile on my face. He falls on his knees to the floor and puts his hands on his throat. I think he can't breathe. Oh, god ! I hope he's alright. I am about to run by his side when I remember Mr Calf down there keeping me from executed my right to the pursuit of happiness. I'm so worried about us. Us because there's no way life could become normal again if Caleb doesn't come back. There's no joy in my shopping sprees if I can't make fun of Aria's funky style, or Emily's Tomboy-y kind of look. There's no studying without a desperate Spencer. She'd repeat the same thing to me over and over in vain. She'd always end up saying :Good luck !

The memory of Lucas' asthma attack breaks my chain of thoughts. He inhaled his specific medicine and told me he needed some air. Should I feel bad about thanking god for his asthma attack ? Probably, but I'm too preoccupied by the Freaky Games to worry about that.

« I should probably get you some water. » I turn around right before he gets the time to object. Hurt calf or not, I can still move around if I really want to. And of course, I'll take advantage of the free time I have to find a PC.

I get to the multimedia room where the PC are. Turn one on and enter with Lucas' access. Sorry Lucas but you're already half expelled from this school. I type the name of the site and send the request to Google, my best friend. The school's parental control sytem blocks the access to the site. Thank you Caleb for teaching me how to get around what you call a cyber-injustice.

I get on the front page and the first thing I can see are the incoming comment.

Vickybarbystar : OMG ! Caleb's sexy ass back ! 0-O I can't even ! I can't, I just can't even ! I have lost the ability to even ! Oh my god, oh my god ! My ovaries just exploded !

Suzetstastyblood : Facepalm. Caleb whoooo ! Can I get pregnant from watching this ?