I haven't written much lately, sorry guys. But reviews make me pretty pleased when and if I get them. xD But I have a whole idea for this, I might try to move it along faster, I'm thinking there will be three or four more chapters to come. Everything will be revealed slowly, and it'll all make sense. I listen to everyone's reviews, one in particular that brought up something I hadn't really thought of. But even that will be explained. So.. enjoy!

She was pulled awake at the usual time, brought down to the dressing rooms where they fixed her clothes, hair, and make up. The process was long and Sonny was half asleep by the time that the finished. But soon enough they were filming. The low lights of the rooms and the low clunk of background noise made it a perfect setting. She stood tall in the room, leaning against a table. She was trying to get into this woman's mind, she had to be strong and fearless, a power woman of her time. This was her test, her trial run, everyone was watching her and everyone just knew she'd shine, they didn't hope or question it, they just expected it.

It was a calming thing to know that she would meet expectations, and if she was lucky she'd blow them away. So here's hoping she'd be lucky tonight. There were so many camera's on her, so many people around her, so many faces. But one she was supposed to notice. Chad's. His character was a tall man who wrapped himself in shadows and hid in the corners. Just the watcher, another traveler who went out of their way to get to this inn.

The place was warm, she was tossing back coloured water as some other drink, standing with a hip jutted out and an expressionless look on her face. This character was so unlike anything she'd ever done before, this character was older than she was, this character was, well, sexy. Something she'd never thought of playing in her life.

The main action was a group of men talking, laughing. They went through their lines a few times, getting them perfect or close to. She had never worn a shirt this low, she had never felt so exposed, her hips had never been this accented. Her make up never this smoky and sexy. She felt like her sexual appeal was heightened wearing this more than anything else she had ever worn in her life. Her parts were nothing that exciting yet, just watching, waiting, being there. Cameras everywhere, people everywhere, it was warm and it felt so real. She felt like she was actually a girl named Charlie.

Soon enough, the scene was over, everyone started packing up. Now it was her turn, she flipped loose strands of hair and eyed a shadowy man in the corner of the room, the one she had been making eyes with all night, and left to her room. Treading up the stairs and into her room. Slowly unpinning her hair in front of a mirror, glancing out of her window every so often, looking at the golden sunset. She was humming to herself, and then frowned. Hearing noises. Bypassing the cameras, she wandered to the door and pressed her ear to it. Listening as everything went silent.

When the door burst open, she was flung to the ground. No stunt doubles here, Sonny would rather get down and dirty than get someone else to pretend to be her (Not that this scene would really call for it). She screamed as two large men grabbed her arms, ripping the gentle seams in her clothing, where they were supposed to rip as she struggled. Another man grabbed her face and shoved a wad of fabric in her mouth, the wad looked larger than it was, so she held it between her teeth easily. They wrapped a strip of cloth around her mouth, keeping her from screaming anymore.

Her clothes were ripping where they were supposed to, they would stop, apply a small mark or cut on her skin, keep going. She was still struggling as thick ropes were wrapped around her wrists. She was tossed to the ground, grunting, there was a gash on her face and her dress was ripping almost all the way up one side. A little more than it was supposed to, they bound her to the foot of her bed. Patted her cheeks.

As she was tied there, they rummaged through her belongings, taking any trinkets that might be of any value as tears dripped down her ash-smeared cheeks (Yes, Sonny could make herself cry), they burnt papers, books, broke her mirror, rammed a knife deep into her desk. There was a pile of burning items that belonged to her character on the floor. Burning a charred mark into the ground.

They left, controlled fire and smoke was flowing into her room. She whimpered, struggling against the ropes, little blood packs were bursting against her arms, the ropes looked rougher than they were, the fake blood was falling into her palms and smearing her fingers.

Sonny didn't know how long she sat there struggling. The camera men weren't satisfied until she was actually dripping in sweat and she felt exhausted. The smoke had stopped, the fires had been tiny ones that burnt themselves out. Eventually, they were satisfied. "Sunrise is at about five in the morning. So be back here at four AM, we'll continue this scene."

Sonny was released, and led to a sink where she could wash off the fake blood from her hands. She was pleased for a break, and went outside. Sitting down on the front porch and looking out over the grass. This place was beautiful. Long flat planes with a forest in front of her. The road wound in front of the building they were using, the town was just a few minutes walk away, and a much larger road behind some trees. There was also a lake, from what she heard. She had yet to see it, but she was sure she will. There were lake-scenes in this script.

The sky was dark, she had a few hours to waste before continuing the scene. They were shooting elsewhere at the moment, and she just sat there in her ripped clothes with her chin in her palm. "I didn't think you could play a serious role" Chad commented from behind her. He was dressed in a cloak and a hood, it was pulled down and his sandy hair was messy in the slight breeze. Sonny frowned.

"Of course I can play a serious role, I can play anything" She stated confidently. "I can do anything"

"Sure you can, Munroe" He stated sarcastically as he sat down beside her.

Pouting, Sonny sighed into her hand.

There was a flick beside her, a flash of light. She inhaled sharply in suprise, and then frowned disapprovingly. "I didn't know you smoked" She said coldly.

"I don't." He said, taking a small breath from the cigarette. Grimacing as he exhaled. "My character's voice is gruffer than mine, smoking makes my voice sound more suitable"

Sonny huffed, turning away.

"You can't be an actor if you can't make some sacrifices, you know. If you're serious about this, anyways. You can't be So Random! all the time."

Sonny was still annoyed. She didn't like the smell of smoke or the way Chad was so careful about it. Or the way he sat next to her, their legs touching. It was then that she realized that the rip in her dress was showing off almost all of one leg, most of her creamy thigh exposed to the warm night air. She squeaked, and hurriedly pulled the fabric over her leg again. Feeling slightly ashamed, then realized just how low her top was. She crossed her arms over her chest. Though they hadn't been arguing as much, working with him was still aggravating. He had this smug 'I'm better than you' attitude that was directed solely at her, she had noticed that he didn't try pulling that with anyone else but her.

Why? It wasn't fair for him to pick out only her to make fun of. He was respectful, civil, and obedient whenever any other actor talked to him. It was just her, she was the only one that he treated this way.

But she had to admit, Chad was good. He knew how to work his words, the scenes they'd practiced together so far told her that much. Chad was settling down into a serious role, any time he wasn't sleeping, eating, or rehearsing, he was studying his lines. He was putting a lot of work and effort into this, she hadn't seen that before. He was even damaging his lungs for this part, to make his voice sound deeper.

She frowned, and looked over at him. "You're impossible" She stated. "Why are you so mean to me?"

Chad shrugged. "You're so easy to tease" He said, smirking. "There's no challenge in it, I almost feel bad"

"You? Emotions?" Sonny stated, her expression disbelieving.

"Ah, that's why I said almost"

They had been going off like this over and over for the whole time they'd been here. But it was much less.. hostile than it usually was. Usually they went on for a long time and by the time they were done arguing they were both feeling washed out and drained. Maybe that's why their bickering was gentle, it took too much to be angry and they both needed to concentrate on their parts. They kept arguing and bickering with a lazy kind of edge to it, like neither of them really wanted to get too far into it but neither of them wanted to step back and let it stop.

But Chad was still smoking beside her, and it bothered her more than it should have. She snatched it from his fingers and stood up quickly, stomping it out. "Don't do that beside me!" She stated, crossing her arms over her chest. "And stop bothering me!" She didn't really know why it bothered her like this, maybe it was just the way he was acting was infuriating, nice and civil and a real person to everyone else but her, who he still tried to annoy.

But the constant banter, the hate, the rivalry, was disappearing. That much she could see. Maybe this would help the rivalry on their shows? She was pretty tired of how stale that was, but had long abandoned the idea to sort out their differences and get along.

Either way, she walked away from Chad. The breeze ruffling her dress as she went.