Chapter Twenty-Seven
Abby's POV
I felt really groggy from the tranquilizer. My body was still numb from it, but my brain was finally starting to function. I opened my eyes slowly, and saw I was no longer in a heap in the alleyway. Instead, I was in some sort of facility. I felt the feeling coming back in my body, so I decided to lift my arm. It stopped about 3 inches, and I looked down to see why. I was shackled to some sort of board, and it was impossible to move.
"Good, you're awake." I looked up at the five eerie faces that consumed my eyesight.
"Delightfoos." I spat, knowing name-calling wasn't gonna do anything. "What are yo plannin' this time? Keep me hostage until my team comes to rescue me?"
They all laughed in sync, and it sent chills down my spine. "No, no Abigail, we have a much better use for you."
"Whateva." I replied. "You know you can't win."
"Oh, is that really so?" They replied. "What makes you say that?"
"Well, in every good-guy, bad-guy situation, the good-guy wins. Enough explanation for yo?"
"Very well, if that is what you believe." They all smirked. "Now, you'll experience our brilliant plan. I'm sure you'll agree with us once you see."
Out from the shadows, emerged the person I never would've expected.
Cree stood at my feet, holding something I have never seen before. She smirked evilly, making the shadows on her face even more darkened.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Crabigail…or should I say, Numbuh 5-T?"
My eyes widened in shock. "How do you know…"
"Well, you didn't think I would find it a little suspicious that you still hang in that treehouse? Or that you are suddenly acting like we like each other?"
Damn, she had a point. But I wasn't going to let her know that. "That just proves I like my friends more than you. Seriously, over the past you were bad, but this is just really bad. What are yo gonna achieve outta this, huh?"
"My satisfaction of the Kids Next Door to be crushed, and now, the Teens Next Door." Her evil grin widened. "And now, watch as our plan unfolds. You will be amused, if not impressed at the end."
She handed the device over to the Delightfuls, who giggled evilly. As they adjusted some of the knobs on the device, Cree held up what seemed to be a blue collar.
"Uh, Abby aint a dog." I muttered.
Cree said nothing, and began to attach it to my neck. I stared at her for a few seconds, and then suddenly, if felt as if I had gone blind. I couldn't see, or couldn't feel anything. And yet, I could. I can't really explain it, but it was as if someone else had control of my body. And then, I knew what had happened.
They were controlling me, and had locked my away in a part of my brain. I was helpless to do anything.
They were gonna use me against my friends. And there was nothing I could do to stop them.