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Chapter 54

" 'A' thought of everything."

I stare into my room, shocked. "A" really did think of everything. A silver and blue prom dress is laid out on the wrought-iron bed, along with shoes, jewelry, and even makeup. Apparently "A" doesn't mess around when it comes to prom night.

I take a deep breath, glance over at the others, and we all step into our rooms in unison, the doors closing behind us. I walk over to the bed and pick up the dress, examining it. It looks brand new, and it's actually beautiful, something that I could see myself wearing to an actual prom.

I shake my head and begin undressing. We have an hour to get ready, but doing my makeup is the last thing on my mind. My stomach is in knots and my head is pounding as I think over the plan.

We're going to get out of here tonight.

Over the past few days, we've been assembling the warehouse with everything we need in order to create a machine that will temporarily shut off the power (lucky we have two geniuses stuck down here, because I still have no idea how it works). We're going to lure Charles up to us, shut down the electricity, and get out of here.

Every possible way that this could go wrong is running through my head as I brush mascara onto my eyelashes – and it's good quality stuff, too, gee, thanks, "A." What if Charles doesn't show up to the prom? What if the power doesn't shut off? What if there's no real way out?

The automated woman's voice cuts through my thoughts just as I'm securing a necklace around my neck. "Please exit your room and follow the lighted pathway."

I close my eyes and breathe for a moment, pushing down the urge to throw up. There's six of us and one of it. If worse comes to worst, we can always overpower Charles and try to find another way out of here.

I walk slowly down the hallway and into the warehouse, which has been transformed completely. I stop at the doorway and feel my breath catch in my throat. There are mannequins everywhere. Male and female ones, all wearing fancy dresses and tuxedos…and masks.

The room begins to spin, and not just from the lights swirling everywhere. I press my hand to my chest and spot the other girls standing nearby, looks of worry and disgust on their faces. I rush over to join them. "This is so freaky," I mutter over the music, which I recognize from six or seven years ago.

"I guess we're supposed to dance," Spencer replies, looking out at all of the mannequins that seem to be staring at us.

We all stare at each other, no one wanting to make the first move. Are we supposed to dance with those creepy statues, or with each other? I wrap my arms around myself and shudder. This is super weird.

But thankfully, the music cuts out before anyone is forced into anything uncomfortable. "Ladies and gentleman, please welcome your prom queen, Alison DiLaurentis." Canned applause booms around the room, like the sort of thing you'd hear in a sitcom.

The swirling lights focus on the top of the staircase, and my sister begins walking down, slowly, because she probably can't see very well through the Alison mask she's wearing.

I feel myself tense up. It's time. I glance over at Spencer, who nods and smiles. "Charles?" she calls out, bounding up the stairs and taking Mona's hand, helping her down the steps. "We have something for you. You should be standing up here, Charles. It's what you want, isn't it?"

"This is your prom, Charles," Hanna adds. "You should be crowned the king."

We all gaze out over the crowd of mannequins, just in time to see one move. I jump about a foot as a figure in a black suit, wearing a creepy red, black, and white mask over the usual balaclava, walks slowly, almost cautiously toward us.

My heart is pounding so hard that I can barely hear Spencer whisper to Aria, "Wait for it."

Charles moves closer until he's standing right in front of us. I squint, unable to make out anything behind the mask. Aria holds the fake camera up to her eye, aiming.

"Now!" Spencer shouts, and everything happens at once. Aria presses the button on the camera and the lights pop, darkness flooding over us with a bang as the electricity shuts down. Charles ducks in surprise, his hands flying over his head.

I run before I let myself think, not even stopping to pull off the heels. We bolt out of the room and down the hallway. I keep one hand skimming against the wall, praying that I don't trip on either my shoes or the hem of the long dress.

It's nearly pitch black down here. I can barely see a thing, so I focus on Hanna's red dress ahead of me. Everyone's screaming and yelling, even me. I feel my mouth moving, but I can hardly hear over the pounding of my heart. We're nearing the ladder that leads to the exit. We're going to make it.

We're going to get out of here.

I stumble on my heels and Emily grabs my arm, hauling me upright with a cry of, "Hurry up!" Aria reaches the ladder first and starts to climb. I follow, clutching the bars tight and struggling to keep from falling.

Finally we reach the silo and push open the doors, just as sounds of the generator kicking back on reach my ears. But it's too late. We're out.

I let out a sigh of relief as I push my way into the darkness and the fresh air. "Oh my God," Aria cries out, and I don't understand the fear in her voice until I let myself look up.

We're not free yet. A huge fence sits only yards away, reaching high up toward the sky. "We're still trapped," I scream, clapping my hands over my mouth.

"We can climb it," Emily yells desperately, and we run. I'm only feet away from the fence, already reaching for it, when a scream of, "Stop!" pierces through the air.

It's Spencer, reaching out to us in horror. I follow her gaze, my eyes falling on the signs that are scattered around the fence.

It's electrically charged.

We're still stuck here.

I turn in a circle, feeling the weight of the situation like something heavy has just landed on my chest. The tall fence completely surrounds us and the door we came out through. There's nowhere to go.

Then the music comes on, through speakers that sit on a tall wooden post, just above one of those little black cameras that have started to fill me with rage every time I lay eyes on one.

Oh, give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above.

Don't fence me in.

Anger bubbles just under the fear. "A" is mocking us, probably sitting back and laughing right now at our weak plan to escape. I wouldn't be surprised if he knew all along that we were planning this.

I glance around at the five others around me, their terrified expressions mirroring my own. We stand in a circle, our backs to each other. I gaze out at the fence and the thick trees that surround the other side of it. Even if we were able to escape, where would be go? Are we even in Rosewood?

Mona wraps her hand around my wrist, looking petrified. I grab her arm in return, even though my hands are shaking.

We're trapped.

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