Hi to all of you. Enjoy the chapter. Walex I included your idea of flying monkeys.


Previous chapter: Hanna got access to the website when Lucas, Paige's killer was hit by an asthma attack. Aria was in the middle of –A's play in which she plays the lead role. Spencer is reminded of certain parts of her past. And by the same occasion, discovers new elements that could have changed her own behavior.

Ezra's POV

I'm against the wall, once again. I don't understand why I'm still alive. I've been able to hit a few minions and even get them down. To be honest they all seemed very restrained if I give it a good thought. Even though the hit got stronger and more painful every time I got further. I still don't comprehend how people as used to violence, fights and blood get their asses kicked by a teacher like me. I have put all of my resources in those fights, there is no doubt I overcame the capacity I thought I had prior to the Freaky Games. But I never really got into much physical trouble during the course of my life. That's why I suck when it comes to beating people up, but them. That's their job or passion I don't really know. You might think that my broken tooth would say otherwise but the guys I fought could have punched harder. Maybe they are saving me for the big finale which means they are only postponing the pain they really intend to give me. I am seriously not looking forward to finding out what it is that they are preparing me for.

The minion in front of me starts strangling me, okay that is not fair. I stretch out my arms and try to reach his neck, eyes pretty much anything that could hurt his monstrous body. Nothing seems to weaken him, I'm not so sure about the whole restraining their forces right now. I'm about to faint when the massive arms finally free my neck. I don't have the time to catch my breath. I can't see anything, mostly because of how fast things happen here. I punch the guy in front of me. The one who saved me from the big brawny bulldog.

"Hey! What's wrong with you? I just saved you're life!" Screams Caleb

"Caleb Rivers, I am so happy to see you!" I pull him in an embrace, happy not to have to face the brutes alone. I look down and see that he is only wearing one shoe.

"What happened to your shoe?"

"Pff! Long story"

Aria's POV

I keep walking through the high-school hall when I get my first physical contact with the unpleasant community around me. A violent push in the floor's direction. I fall down and the whole psycho zone starts giggling and laughing. This feels so much like bullying. Only three people are actively hurting me, every time I get up, they force me down. One even emptied his bottle of fruit juice all over my head while I was still on the floor. I am really boiling inside. I want to fight them, but they are too many. I'm feeling awful, knowing that the totality of treatments I get are enjoyed and loved by hundreds of thousands of monsters at home. Sat in front of their PC. Each person attending my public humiliation is an accomplice to it. The laughs I hear, the "What a looser" I catch from time to time are really hurting me. I agree with –A's choice. Sore, what a great word to describe how my heart feels like. I decide not to break down. I can't let it affect me. I am not Sore, I am playing a role. Aria Montgomery, that's my name. I get up again and run towards the door. Everything doesn't go as planned because one of –A's disciple grabs my hand and throws me against a locker. The laughs get louder and louder and the creepiness gets overwhelming. I try to walk again but he slams my body against the same locker. The same action repeats itself a few times until I start seeing flying monkeys all around me. Still dizzy, I return slowly to reality.

"Stupid bitch"… "Whore" "Disgusting slut!" The cacophonous insults keep going as the laughs and hate put me down more and more.

I spin around feeling a tear looking for its way out. I have to whip it away before it gets caught up on tape for the world to see, over and over again. On the locker, there is a number. The number –A had given me earlier. 336, that's what they told me to open. I pressure the lock and it opens easily. I pull the locker's door open and it's almost completely empty. The only thing inside of it was a key. I have no idea of what door it opens up. But If I had to get through all of that to get it. It better be the key of our freedom! Once I buried the key in my pocket. I run to the door and get out of this alternative universe. Behind the door, another red rose waited for me to pick it up. This one's color was less vivid and the petals were more damaged than the previous one. Its beauty started to fade even though a glimpse of it remained.

I get to the screen and read out loud.

"My heart has taken too much and it just won't allow me to find peace, ever again. You are the most precious person I have on the planet. I want you to know that. I'm sick of feeling like crap and like there's nothing left for me on earth. I have tried so hard to overcome their poisoning tongues, the scars of my arms are the proof of my failure."

I could really relate to the words once again. Apart from the scars on my arm. Our feelings meet, what if Sore was Mona. Mona's perspective on how Alison and the rest of us treated her. The play portrayed people making fun of a girl, me, well Sore. A bunch of them openly bullied me when the others were just passively participating. Just like what we did when Alison was mean to someone. We just followed like brats, I can't believe we did that. I guess we didn't measure the repercussions it had on others.

Emily's POV

You don't get to ask questions

"What do I get to do? I'm here for answers!"

I know that Noel killed Alison, now I have to find out who is Maya's murderer. -A obviously intends to give me answers otherwise I would be with my friends. What I can't understand is why I can't ask questions. If -A is going to solve the murders' questions right here. Then why does it matter if I ask precise questions? It'd would make everything easier and these Freaky Games would end sooner.

Ok, I see what it is, -A is trying to buy some time. Time for what exactly? The only mysteries waiting to be solved are the ones -A brought me here to enlighten. In this case, what are my friends doing there? The murders are what we, the good guys' clan care about. So logically, Spencer should be close to this cemetery. But my friends are all in -A's building going through -A's ordeals to free Spencer. Something is not right. There must be a bigger motive to our involvement in the Freaky Games in the first place. In all of the previous seasons, the girls were all going through the final ordeal to save their friend. But I am isolated. Why did -A choose me? Why me in particular? There always is a reason behind -A's choices. There always has been in the past seasons and in ours.

-A kidnapped Spencer, at first we didn't know why but we were to find out that she actually participated in Alison's murder. I don't believe she killed Alison but she confessed hiding the body. She never said why she acted that way and that's one of the things I came here to figure out. But the thing remember is that she was involved with a crime. The first main crime that kept the audience hooked. Noel was chosen to be a spy because he killed Alison. At least that's what I am convinced of. That's what gives me reason to question me being separated from the group. Why not Hanna or Aria?

I was so focused on Noel and Spencer and everything going on around Alison's murder that I never took the time to put the pieces together. There are short parts of my life that are still blurry for me, that was a secret I never spoke. I never knew what happened during the times I had a crisis. I took my treatments and it worked pretty well. Once I got the right dosage that is.

The matter is that I never could figure out what had happened during those times. I am gradually driven into panic by my own thoughts because I most likely am a part of the horrific events I have been trying to find an answer to. A small part of me hopes that I am completely wrong, that I could never be a part of something like that. But somehow I just know that it's a fair eventuality.

Another text buzzes my phone:

Do you really know yourself?

Jason's POV

I don't really know what is happening to me right now. What I know for sure is that nothing traumatizing has happened for now. And knowing how the previous seasons have ended. I can't help but think that the worst is still to come. I mean what I drank was disgusting but was it really The Freaky Games material? The huge mentally disturbed minds that composes the audience doesn't tune in a whole evening or night to see a dude drink shit. There's YouTube for that. -A mentioned a show. Please don't make it be seeing my friends go through unspeakable pains. That I could never get passed.

Hanna's POV

I read all the comments about my significant other's anatomy. Some of them are really graphic, in a sexual way. Jealousy is a second nature for me and I really get frustrated when I notice that I have to be logged in to comment. I would have loved to throw at these Hanna Marin wannabe's a little message like this one.

"Back off psycho bitches! My man's beauty can only be admired by one pair of eyes and it's certainly not yours!"

I hear a noise so I try to be quick. The corner of my eye detects an unusual feature on the site. I click on it and the biggest shock hits me. A Freaky Games Merchandizing site exists. I knew that our lives were an entertainment but I think that this moment is the one to make me realise that we were nothing else but products. All of our pains, the deaths, the tears the scars we have been through. All they chose to represent the human catastrophe, the life breaking experience are socks. People can buy Haleb socks, Spoby shirts, Ezria mugs, Emaya pens, Wesria knives, -A black hoodies. They even have Alison dolls. How can the world be so messed up? My tears want to stream down like a waterfall but I am so shook by what I saw that I seem to have forgotten how to cry.

Another noise startles me so I quickly close the windows and remember that Lucas is waiting for me. I go downstairs and try to seem as normal as possible, removing the hurt on my face.

Lucas looks way better now, he's tapping on his phone. If I hadn't seen his asthma attack I would have never guessed that he had one just a few minutes earlier. Good for him.

"Hanna, would you mind if we didn't get back in there?" He asked referring to the gymnasium.

"Thank god!" I realize that he could take offense to that so I try to make it better "No offense, it's just that watching everyone dance is frustrating, because of my calf, you know"

"None taken, I understand. Follow me" He says walking right by my side to make sure that I don't fall or anything like that.

Spencer's POV

My heart tightens at every words –A's recording plays. Alison's voice is the worst torture the Freaky Games have actually put me through. What they did to Toby was horrendous, even if it hurt like hell, he was the first victim of it all.

I would have preferred physical torture, anything but that. Guilt is the most destroying emotion, as well as loneliness. Guilt is a tremendous enemy, the most dangerous of all. It's the only enemy that stays with you night and day. It's destroying because it forces you to fight and hate yourself.

Everything that I have been trying to forget. Every single explanation or excuse my mind came up with to justify my behavior on that summer night. Every effort I have made to try and move up, it all vanished at the first word Alison's recording played. I burst into tears and bury my face on my knees. My arms are wrapped around my legs and I'm swaying back and forth remembering how much self-disgust I had been hiding.

Wren's POV

Kara is still working of finding out how the Freaky Games work and what brings them to the targeted cities. She is convinced that someone sends them juicy contents, she found out that people could sell videos to the Freaky Games. Videos that the psycho zone would very much appreciate. This is very possible. That would explain how they got in so many different cities.

"Who's our bastard?" I ask Kara whose pretty eyes reflect confusion.

"What do you mean?" She inquires

"Every single city has a bastard. The person that sells the videos in the first place. Who's ours? Who brought the Freaky Games to Rosewood?"

"I actually wonder what kind of content is considered valuable enough to start a three year reality show, horror edition. I don't really remember having a very nasty secret, and this applies to my friends also. We were openly bitches and bullies to a lot of people. That's the only thing the seasons have in common in our victimology."

Kara gets back to her reflection process and I ask Bobby if he has anything new.

"Yes I am starting to see how the site is done and what traps the creator of the site planned for people like me. They are well thought but nothing too hard to get around. "

I get on the website to see how they are doing even though I have an eye closed. I am really scared of what I might see. I read the comments.

Coolskybuddylack: I love seeing Spencer like that. She used to piss me off. Always too perfect and flirty. Now she's getting what she deserves. Take that body mover!

Gumydrumdrops: Nothing is prettier than Aria being down. I lovey love the play she's in. Her crappy crap treatment is great for my amu-amusement. Oooh Yepipep yep. Me likey like Aria being in danger. Oh please, please don't let her live I want Ezra to be my manly man and to show me what is like to have a Teacher Z in the sheets.