Emily wandered around the house but she couldn't find Alison anywhere. She knew that the blonde and her would make up eventually, as they always did. It still stung to think about how Alison could be with anyone and would probably fall for some hot guy. She just couldn't bare to think of not being Alison's for real. It upset her too much. She shook her head trying to rid herself of those thoughts. Deep down Emily knew that she'd always be Alison's best friend and be in love with her despite what happened. She had to go find her and make amends. Emily opened the last door that was left in the hallway, Jason's room. "Ali?" She called out into the darkness.
The one thing that Alison hadn't told anyone was what was in Jason's room at the beach house. A lair. Black hoodies, red coats, gloves, cameras, photos, computers, security cameras. It all looked bad for Alison, though it wasn't. Everything was so complicated, and everybody had a secret life that nobody knew about, this, however, was Alison's secret. When she first began to receive threats, Alison decided to join, to join the -A team in order to retrieve more information, though her whole plan backfired on her, resulting in her leaving the town, for good, before somebody could truly hurt her.
Emily walked in, looking around for Alison. When she found the light switch, her jaw dropped. She was in a room much like the hotel room Spencer had discovered where Mona had a lair. "What the..." Emily spoke aloud, freaking out. There was a closet full of black hoodies and red coats, surveillance cameras, pictures of her and the girls that looked like they had been taken years ago all the way up till recently. The whole room looked just like another -A lair. "Alison is -A? This can't be real." She thought as she sunk down to her knees, having a complete panic attack.
The blonde found herself completely blacked out in the back of an unknown car. She lifted up her back, still light headed. Who was in front? Non other than the girl who Alison had allegedly blinded years ago, Jenna Marshall. "What the hell, let me go!" Alison shouted out, searching her pockets for her phone which had obviously been taken away.
The brunette was immersed in an -A lair and she had no idea what to do. "What the hell is this?!" She screamed out, frustrated, scared, pissed off, and a whole lot more. It took her a moment longer to suddenly remember why she'd wandered in here. Where the hell was Alison. Emily got up and forced herself to walk out of the room to grab her phone from Alison's bedroom. She'd gotten one new text and hoped it was Alison. She hit read and her heart sunk when she saw that it was an unknown sender. "Looks like Killer is snapping. Hurts to know your one true love is the one you've feared, doesn't it? Let's see just how much you love her. Better find her or maybe you'll have nothing left to find. -A" Emily read the text over and over. What was going on? Was Alison -A? Was this some kind of test?
"Let's see if this gets Emily going." Jenna hit send, reading over the text to Alison who couldn't do a single thing.
The blonde bit at her lip and felt shivers trail down her spine, feeling completely restless. Emily must be panicking right now, she thought to herself. She tried to find a way to get out of Jenna's mustang, but then wondered one thing. "How the hell did you find me, Jenna?" She spoke rudely, her tone of voice aggressive.
Emily was truly freaking out. Where on earth was she supposed to even start looking? "How am I supposed to find her?!" She shouted out in frustration, tossing her phone on her bed. Sure, Emily would always love Alison and rescue her. Sure Emily would always do anything for Alison even if it would hurt her but how was she supposed to find someone with no possible trace and in a place she didn't even really know.
Jenna filled pulled into an empty lot, to what seems to be just outside of Cape May, once she opened the back door, she grabbed Alison's hand and basically dragged her out of the car. "You'll pay for what you did." She spoke in a harsh tone, obviously she had not forgiven Alison for the fire cracker incident.
"Jenna, this really isn't the solution to everything." Alison sighed, hoping she'd ease up on her grip but instead, she tightened it.
Suddenly Emily had an idea. Those surveillance cameras must have caught something or have some sort of GPS to track Alison's phone or something. Emily ran back into Jason's room and looked for the footage that would show the front of the beach house to see if Alison went out to the beach and hopefully would've caught the beach on camera to see what had happened. She found it and hit play, watching the footage carefully.
After Jenna brought Alison into the house and lowered her black hoodie from her face, she mad her way through rooms of security cameras and computers. Alison watched cautiously, hoping that Jenna wouldn't do anything irrational.
"What are you trying to prove here, Jenna?" She questioned her. "You're obviously not blind, so what's all of this about?" Alison shook her head and looked around, Jenna not speaking a word.
Emily watched until she saw Alison alone on the beach, nothing strange there. She watched the whole footage, thinking well this doesn't help much just watching Alison alone on the beach. But suddenly towards the end, a hooded figure choked Alison and dragged her across the beach but the footage cut off there. "Oh my god! Ali!" Emily panicked, watching the footage once more for clues but there were none to be found. She looked around the room, trying to find some sort of way to track Alison down.
Jenna placed Alison in a dark room, completely removing her black hoodie, setting it down on the desk beside her. Alison, against Jenna's will, stood up and walked over towards her. "What do you want from me, Jenna!" She shouted. "You can see, so this can't be revenge for the firecracker." She mumbled to her, sighing loudly. Jenna simply laughed and spoke back.
"You have no idea what else goes on in the world, Alison." Jenna picked up her phone, sending another anonymous text out to Emily.
"2,4,6,8 start looking now or it'll be too late. -A" She hit send.
Emily felt her phone buzz and she felt a sinking feeling. She knew that there was only one person who would text her now. She read the message and sighed deeply. "Damn it, Ali! Where are you?!" She yelled out, slamming her fists down on a keyboard accidentally. She heard a beeping noise like a tracker and looked over at the computer screen in front of the keyboard she'd hit. To her surprise, it was a GPS tracker. It allowed her to punch in a number and locate the phone. With a deep breath that she held in, she punched in Alison's number, hoping that the blonde had taken it with her.
Alison's phone was now in Jenna's possession, but the brunette had not turned it off, yet. Alison was forced to sit on the chair, one of her hands handcuffed to a post near her. She tried to wiggle out of it, though failed every time.
"You won't be able to." Jenna laughed a little bit. "You know why you're here, Alison. But once again, you're too busy playing the victim instead of thinking things through.
Emily saw a little blinking dot appear on the screen and sighed in relief. She zoomed in on the map until she found the street names and the exact coordinates of where Alison's phone was. She quickly copied it all down in case the system shut down or Alison's phone signal was blocked or anything. Once she finished getting all the information, she punched the address into her phone's map app and hit the get directions button.
"Is this about Shana?" Alison knew it would be a sensitive subject. Jenna quickly walked over to the blonde and nodded.
"It's about time you've figured it out." The brunette spoke softly, yet you could tell that she was up to something. "You killed her. You took her away from me, and now you'll pay for it." Jenna then stood up and grabbed her phone once again. "Time to play a little game with Emily.
"Bitches and liars and Cape May, ahoy. There's no vacation better than finding your lover dead. -A." Jenna hit send, once again deciding to torment Emily.
"This has nothing to do with Emily, Jenna. I'm the one you want!"
Emily ran downstairs as fast as she could. Then it dawned her, how was she going to get anywhere?! She had no car and walking would take her way too long. On her way downstairs and into the living room, she ran into Kenneth. "Emily? Is everything alright?" He asked, as he'd seen Alison stalk down to the beach angrily over an hour ago. When Emily hadn't been with her and she hadn't returned, he knew something was off. "I'm fine, Mr. DiLaurentis. But..." She hesitated, not sure if she could ask for a favor as she'd been close to Mrs. D but not so much with Alison's dad. "Well Alison needs me to pick her up. Do you think I could borrow the car?" She looked at him, pleadingly. Luckily for Emily, Kenneth trusted her and he gave her the okay. She blew out a breath of relief and grabbed the keys, sliding into the car just in time to hear the sound of one new text on her phone. She read the message and let out a shriek. "What the hell does this bitch want?" She thought as she backed out and drove towards Alison's location as fast as she looked.
"No, Jenna. I didn't kill her. And she was my friend first, you took her from me. She dug in too far and she deserved what she got." Alison spoke rudely, knowing Jenna would react differently after she spoke that sentence.
"You little bitch!" Jenna shouted out and slapped the blonde who sat restlessly on the chair. Alison shook her head, feeling a cut forming over her cheek from the slap.
Emily drove well past the speed limit, hoping there weren't any cops to pull her over. She glanced down at the map guidance on her phone and turned right onto the road it directed her to take. According to the map, Alison was still somewhere in Cape May but she was well across town and it would take Emily at least a half hour to get there. To her luck, she had to go through downtown which was full of traffic. "Damn it!" She cursed out, which she rarely did but she was anxious and scared to lose Alison. She slammed her fists on the dashboard and stared at the cars, willing them to move.
"Tick tock, Emily. I'm losing my temper and Alison is my punching bag. -A" Jenna sent another text to the brunette to send her on edge. Jenna was extremely frustrated, Alison was always the one to start arguments with her.
"Let me go, Jenna, what's the point of this. I didn't kill Shana!" Alison screamed, scared for her life, afraid that Jenna were to pull out a gun on her or something. The brunette finally figured out that the G.P.S on Alison's phone had been activated. She stepped over Alison's phone and then slapped her once more. "Shit!" She tightened the grip on Alison's handcuffs and then grabbed her stuff, clearing the area. She left Alison there alone, knowing Emily was going to come rescue her.
Emily read the text that popped up and hit the acceleration as soon as the road cleared up. "Damn it, leave my girl alone already!" She screamed out, not realizing she'd called Alison her girl though she really wasn't. Emily drove through downtown and breathed out, grateful that she was back on a main road and could drive speedily again. She hit the acceleration hard and drove as fast as she could to get to Alison. She didn't care that the speed she was driving was dangerous. Emily just wanted to be sure she wasn't too late.
Alison sat restlessly on the chair, handcuffed to the pole beside her. Once she heard Jenna's car spin and drive off into the distance, she mumbled to herself. "Great." She exhaled, then felt a drop of blood fall over the floor caused by her cut up cheek. Alison saw her phone had been destroyed and began to panic. "HELP!" She shouted out, even though she knew that nobody could hear her.
Emily finally got to the location that Alison's phone had been last. She parked the car and ran out, taking her phone with her. She locked the car quickly as she jogged towards the first door she saw. "Alison?! Alison?! Where are you?!" She screamed out as she ran faster. She had no idea where to go as the map had only brought her to this building. She still didn't know where in the building Alison was probably locked up.
"Ugh!" Alison mumbled. She got up from the chair and kicked it down, hoping to make enough noise for someone to hear her. She hated the feeling the handcuffs gave her and she began to panic. She pulled over them to try to side her wrist out of it, instead, she felt her skin bruising up. "GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE, SOMEONE?" She shouted out afterwards.
Emily heard the sound of metal clashing against each other and ran towards it. She reached a small door and heard Alison's voice through it. "Thank god." She thought and she pushed the door open, which was luckily still unlocked. When she saw Alison locked up and panicking, she ran over to her. "Oh my god! Ali!" She looked around for a key to removed the blonde's handcuffs, knowing how being restrained instantly made Alison panic.