So here is Chapter 2 of TTT. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious...nuff said.
Tori spent an uneventful weekend hanging around her house. She did get out Saturday night when Jade forced the gang to go see the newly released 3D version of The Scissoring. Tori spent the majority of the movie either clinging to Andre who sat on her left, or covering her eyes and screaming with Cat who sat on her right.
"That was seriously the most beautiful thing I think I have ever seen." Jade pronounced gleefully as they walked out of the theater.
"There is seriously something wrong with you girl." Andre replied as he tried to pry a still frightened Tori's hands off of his arm.
"How can you like that kind of movie Jadey?" Cat asked in her little girl voice, tears evident in her eyes.
"Is it my fault none of you know real genius when you see it?" Jade asked condescendingly which earned her an eye roll from Beck.
Tori had a lot of trouble sleeping that night, due to the horrific movie her frenemy had forced her to view. It seemed as if the moment she fell asleep she felt herself being shaken awake by an irate Trina.
"Tori, did you take my new MAC lip gloss?"
"Huh…what?" Tori asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"You heard me…you totally stole it!" Trina yelled as she began to go through Tori's dresser drawers.
"Hey! Trina, cut it out! You are messing up all my stuff. I didn't take your stupid lip gloss!" Tori shouted as she jumped out of bed and attempted to stop Trina from ransacking her drawers.
"Fine…but if I find out you took it, you are dead meat!" Trina screamed furiously as she stomped out of Tori's room, slamming the door behind her.
The clock on her nightstand read 8:30am and Tori wanted nothing more than to just crawl back in bed and sleep the day away. As she was about to do just that she heard her mom yell from downstairs.
"Tori, are you up? Remember we are going to the big Macy's sale today. We don't want to be late so hurry!"
"Oh crap." Tori groaned as she quickly jumped out of her pajamas and threw on some jeans and a t-shirt. "This is going to be a long day."
After spending all day shopping and dealing with her mother and Trina's constant bickering, Tori came home exhausted and proceeded to pass out in her bed. She got a few hours of peaceful slumber before she heard a noise outside her bedroom window.
"Huh, what was that?" Tori asked as she shot up in her bed, suddenly wide awake.
Tori looked over at her bedside clock and saw that it was 1:30 in the morning. She had been awakened by a soft tapping on her glass.
It's probably just Andre, coming to tell me he is in love with Jade again. Tori thought sarcastically as she got out of bed and made her way to the window. However, she never got to see who was at her window because before Tori knew what hit her, she suddenly fell to the ground unconscious.
Tori regained consciousness about an hour later. She quickly realized that there was a thick bag over her head and that her hands and feet were cuffed together. She tried to stand up only to find that she was also cuffed to the chair in which she was sitting. At this point, Tori did the only thing she could think of which was to start screaming as loudly as possible.
"Someone, anyone, please help me!" Tori pleaded her voice full of desperation and fear.
After a few minutes of non-stop yelling her voice became hoarse and she realized that no one was going to come and rescue her from this predicament. She decided to save what remained of her voice as she silently began to sob.
"Are ya done yelling yet?" A harsh female voice asked.
Tori stopped her crying long enough to nod a quick yes before tears began to run down her cheeks once more.
Suddenly, she felt the bag being lifted off her head. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the bright light that was shining in her face. She turned her head quickly to the left and right, trying to get her bearings. Tori noticed the room she was in was square in shape and had concrete walls and flooring. The only furniture in the room was the small table she sat at and two chairs. There was only one door that led in or out of the room and it was guarded by a rather large man who looked like he could crush Tori with one hand.
"Excuse me princess, but when you're done checking out the furnishings would you mind giving me a moment of your time?" The same voice asked in a mocking tone.
Tori was about to say something rude in response when she turned towards the woman and came face to face with none other than the Hollywood Art's own Principal Helen.
"Pri…Pri…Principal Helen?" Tori stuttered, trying to understand why her school Principal would want to kidnap her.
"Yep, that's me. I suppose you're wondering why you're here?" She said, looking down at her nails as if she was already bored with the conversation.
"Well yeah…that would be nice!" Tori said sarcastically, starting to feel not only fear but anger at the woman sitting in front of her.
Suddenly, Helen looked up and gave Tori a very serious glare that told her she need to keep her mouth shut.
"You remember that test you took on Friday?" Helen inquired, looking at Tori expectantly.
"Well, yeah…the one with the weird questions, right?"
"Right, that test was not just an acting aptitude test. Helen paused, trying to figure out the right words to begin her conversation with the young woman before her.
God, where do I start…" Helen asked herself, her eyebrows furrowing in frustration.
"How about at the beginning?" Tori squeaked out which earned her a glare from Helen.
"Fine," Helen said with a sigh. "I guess I should start with the fact that I am not just the principal of Hollywood Arts. Being a principal is just my cover identity."
"Your cover identity! What are you?" Tori asked, her eyes widening. "A secret agent or something?"
Helen leveled her with an angry scowl as she slowly spoke. "Yeah, something like that."
Tori's mouth fell open at the sudden admission. She quickly thought back to all those bathroom trips when she had seen Helen sneaking into and out of H.A. Tori was one of those girls who had to go to the bathroom a lot.
"I work for an organization that deals in intelligence and surveillance for the U.S. government. Essentially, spying." Helen added after seeing the confused expression on Tori's face. "And…we want you to join us."
"Me…wha…who…why me? I am the least "spy-like" person I know. I cannot even keep my diary hidden from Trina and we all know she isn't exactly a member of MENSA."
Helen slowly walked around the table and sat down in the chair directly across from Tori.
"Listen honey, you may not feel like you are very "spy-like," but you are one hell of an actress. And, you scored incredibly high on your test. You are actually the only one who got 6 out of 7 questions right on the last section. And, let me tell you, getting that many questions right doesn't happen very often."
"But, I'm only 17 years old…I can't be a spy." Tori pointed out, still wondering if this was all some kind of bizarre dream she was having.
"Actually, the fact that you are 17 makes you a perfect candidate for this program. Have you not been watching the news lately?"
Tori lowered her eyes feeling embarrassed as she slowly shook her head no.
"Well, you should. The world is going to hell and you know who is sending it there…kids. We can't send in some 35-40 year old and expect people to believe he or she is 21 years old. We have tried that in the past and the only results we have seen is our agents being compromised and most of the time, executed. That's why this program was created, to recruit young men and woman into the espionage field. Our government feels that if we can engage young adults and give them the right tools and training, we can access people and places that we never would have thought possible 10 years ago."
Tori attempted to take in all of the information that was being thrown at her. She still couldn't comprehend why the government would recruit from a performing arts school. Wouldn't it make more sense to recruit kids from military schools?
"So, I am still trying to understand why the government would want kids from Hollywood Arts for this type of organization?" Tori questioned as she felt her wrists beginning to chafe under the handcuffs. She struggled uncomfortably, trying to find the position that gave her the least amount of discomfort.
"Oh whoops, sorry about the handcuffs. They were just a precautionary measure." Helen said as she signaled for the guard to come and remove Tori's restraints.
As Tori felt her wrists and ankles freed from the painful handcuffs she motioned for Helen to continue.
"Well, one of the toughest skills for any spy is the ability to act like a different person. So, it was my idea to go into performing arts schools and look for the best and brightest actors and actresses who also had the ability to think outside the box."
"I'm surprised you didn't pick Jade then." Tori muttered under her breath.
"Miss West is none of your concern." Helen declared forcefully. "As far as you know, you are the only person from your entire school that was picked for this program."
Helen then gave Tori a few minutes to sit and reflect on everything she had just been told. Tori thought back to the test that started this whole mess. Who would've thought that I, Victoria Marie Vega, would ever be asked to be a spy for the U.S. government?
"Do I have a choice whether or not to join your organization?" Tori hesitantly asked Helen.
"Of course honey, this is the United States. We are a free country and you have the freedom to tell me to go to hell (but you better not use that kind of language with me)! You don't have to decide right this minute. But in three days, we will be contacting you to find out your decision. Once you have made your choice there is no going back, no changing your mind.
"I understand." Tori said right before a big yawn overtook her. The events of the night and her already being exhausted were starting to take their toll on Tori as her eyelids began to droop.
"Remember Tori, the choice is yours." Helen said as the guard by the door shot Tori with a dart gun, sending her back into unconsciousness.
So, how did you like chapter 2? Let me know, please review (wow, that rhymed)!