This story is written as a 'book' published by the Victorious characters after the fact. The (Chapter), (POV) and (Date) are all not part of the book. I've just added them in as a way to make it a bit less confusing. At the end of each (Chapter) it will also be stated which section of the 'book' the (Chapter) was taken from, as each (Chapter) is simply an excerpt from the 'book'.
The excerpts will all be taken from a 'part' of the 'book'. The 'book' has five parts. Each 'part' has its own set of 'chapters' and is as follows:

Part I: Everyone
Part II: Jade and Tori
Part III: Andre, Cat and Beck
Part VI: Trina and Robbie
Part V: Everyone

Different (Chapters) of the story will swap between 'chapters' of the 'book', but I am striving to not have them swap between 'parts' so each 'part' within the story will be in chronological order.

I hope that makes sense. XD Please feel free to PM me however if you are still confused. Enjoy. = )

(Chapter One)

(Jade)

(7:00pm, 8th April 2011)

Everyone knew their places, the routine, the escape route. The Plan. Even the prisoners were cooperating, thanks to that man-lady Sheema.

It was faultless.

We were going to slip out while the other prisoners distracted the guards and the Chancellor and they'd be none the wiser. Normally I wasn't used to being so giddy, but we were so close to freedom; and even though it was in the form of Sikowitz and a duck truck, I was feeling optimistic.

"Hello bodies, make clapter for Tori Vega and the kids from Hollywood Arts!"

We walked out into the performance area accompanied by loud applause. There were about 50 people sitting, waiting, intrigued as to what they were about to see. We all seemed calm on the outside, though there was tension vibrating in the air. We could all feel it. My heart started pounding. I hoped to God that we'd pull this off.

Tori introduced us. "People of Yerba, we dedicate this performance to you and your esteemed Chancellor." She pauses and then adds, in an off-beat tone, "What a...swell guy."

The music started. I Want You Back. I have great respect for the Jackson Five. If I will give Tori credit for anything, she can pick music.

The dance went smoothly. The prisoners, apart from Sheema who looked like a lost puppy, weren't actually that bad. The crowd was smiling and bobbing along; enthralled by the performance. Even the Chancellor seemed to be enjoying himself.

"And give me back what I lost!" Andre sung. I started to concentrate. Here it was; the pinnacle point of our plan. We moved to the back of the dancers, out of the Yerbanians' line of sight, and stealthy slipped out behind the curtain to the passageway outside as the song was finishing.

We could hear clapping and cheering start, adrenaline pushing us along, just waiting for a soldier to stop us in our tracks.

Suddenly, an ear-splitting sound wailed up from inside the prison. Alarms. At least we were expecting them.

We continued to scurry along the passage. In our urgency to escape, it seemed to be taking forever to find an exit, though in reality it was only about half a minute. Finally, we found a steel door. Beck carefully peeked out from it first, in case soldiers were standing guard; thankfully, it was just Sikowitz, Rex, and a duck truck like he had said.

"Oh! Hurry up! Get in the duck truck!" Sikowitz exclaimed. Beck held the door open while the rest of us scrambled through. Andre and I jumped up first. Robbie grabbed Rex on his way up, almost falling from Trina pushing him in. Cat, going too slowly, was lifted up by Sheema, who then hopped in after her.

"Wait!" Sikowitz grabbed Tori's arm as she went to get in, "Who's that guy?"

"He's," Tori panted, out of breath, "a woman."

Tori scurried onto the truck as Sikowitz muttered, "Dear Gandhi," and ran to the front, taking off as quickly as he could.

"Hurry!"

"Drive faster!"

"They're coming!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

"Hurry up! Oh, dear God, let's go!"

Everyone was shouting at Sikowitz, desperate to get as far away as possible.

In the back with us we found our wallets, chargers and phones; all that Sikowitz had managed to grab without seeming suspicious. Robbie handed them out to us. Mine was dead. So was everyone else's.

"You could have had the decency to charge them before you rescued us," I said to Sikowitz through the cabin.

"I think he was a little busy Jade," Tori countered.

"Doing what? He had nothing to do all day while he waited for us. Charged phones would have been useful for communication."

We turned a corner, and the road turned into a mountain path, barely big enough for our truck to drive along. Sikowitz kept speeding along; the truck bouncing and rocking from the uneven path underneath us. We all looked at each other nervously.

"Ah, Sikowitz, do you maybe want to slow down?" Beck called out. The wheels spitted more rocks over the ledge. I began to feel nauseous.

"What, why?"

"Because we're about to plunge to our deaths over that cliff!" I shouted back.

Sikowitz thankfully, slowed down, and we all fell into silence. We were all exhausted, trying to sleep in that prison had been a lost cause. I closed my eyes, and tried to rest comfortably against the metal duck cages. I was ready for a shower, decent food and my bed.

This had been a nightmare trip; all Tori's fault. She didn't exactly do the best research on that filth ridden hotel.

I must have fallen asleep, as I was startled awake when the truck jolted again, and Andre spoke up, "Are you sure this is the only way—"

He was cut off by Cat's terrified scream and the unmistakable sound of a gunshot.

Sheema slumped over; a bullet buried in her skull. We all started shouting and screaming, horrified, as we registered Sheema's blood and brain matter on our clothes and faces. More shots were fired; short flashes in the trees. The ducks were going wild; feathers flying everywhere. Sikowitz bellowed to be heard over us, and ordered us to lie down in the back.

He started driving like a mad man; zipping wildly along the road, duck cages tumbling off down the chasm.

It was cramped all squashing down behind the cages, not that anyone was complaining. Beck and Tori had Cat between them; both girls sobbing uncontrollably, eyes squeezed shut, to avoid seeing Sheema's dead eyes staring back at them. I was holding onto Andre for dear life, a small comfort for both of us. Robbie was crying too; clutching Rex in terror, while Trina was curled up in a ball, chanting,"This isn't happening, this isn't happening', although I could barely hear her over the ducks' distressed cries.

Another bullet fired, and there was a BANG as one of our tires burst. Unbalanced, the car tipped sideways as Sikowitz instinctively braked, and the truck hurtled off the road and down the ravine.

Sheema's dead weight was thrown out off the truck; side-swiping Tori and taking her and Cat with her. Cages smashed into us, feathers coating me and ducks flapping frantically. The noise was deafening as we slammed into the ground, the wooden frame on the truck snapping and splintering like a twig, while its metal body groaned as it con-caved in. The rest of us managed to hold on; my whole body vibrating from impact. As my vision dimmed, I remember hearing Andre mutter;

"Fuck."

Touché.

(Excerpt from Chapter Five of 'The War That Left Us Broken' 'Part I')