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I was taken aback by seeing Cece Drake again.
Especially since she was wanted for the murder of a cop and had, from what I last heard, fled the country.
As Alison got into the car, I took the opportunity and charged at the vehicle; jumping through it to land on the backseat. It was just in time since the car took off when Alison got in, with me sitting in the backseat. I was slightly giddy since I knew that finally something was going to pay off in me coming with Caleb to school today.
It was also startling that Cece was driving around town and no one knew the wiser. Given the manhunt for her after she had escaped, I would have imagined that the police would have an eye out for the blond. Granted she was driving in a car with tinted windows, but someone should have spotted her when she filled up for gas. Once again I was reminded at the ineffectiveness of the Rosewood Police Department.
"You're late; I had planned on skipping school today," Alison stated testily to the driver.
"Well excuse me; I had to shake the cops earlier so that I wouldn't get caught," Cece informed sarcastically, giving Alison a look that showed that she couldn't care less about the fact that she was late. She was wearing all black, which was something a hoodie would be wearing.
"Did my sibling tell you what we are doing?" Alison asked, getting down to business. My eyes widened at the sibling remark since it meant that Jason was possibly in on it; thus my fear for Lucas and Mike went up a few notches.
"Of course she did; I just don't see why we are doing this where I am hiding out," Cece said and if I still had a heart, it would have stopped right now.
From what I knew, as well as everyone else on the planet, Alison only had one sibling and that was Jason. When Cece said "she", my mind was a buzz of thoughts on the implications since it opened up a whole new line of thinking. When it came to a possible list of suspects on who Alison's partner was, a sister wasn't even a possibility.
It wasn't even in the ballpark.
Sure Jessica DiLaurentis was somewhat of a loose woman when it came to extramarital affairs, but having another child in secret was something else. It was inconceivable that it was Kenneth's kid given that he was a straight arrow; or at least I think he was, since that family had more secrets than most of the people in Rosewood.
Of course, that led to the question of how Jessica could keep the existence of another child secret given her lifestyle. Like Alison, the woman lived for the limelight and I couldn't remember a time where she wasn't seen in town. There was the chance that this unknown sibling was older than Alison, thus why no one in town knew about her; Alison was born a year after the family had moved back to Rosewood.
"She said that we needed to bury something that I have in my bag," Alison said and there was something about her tone that bothered me. Something was going on and I was now on full alert on what it could be.
"Burying more evidence? I thought that you would have learned your lesson when Mona unearthed your others," Said Cece and a familiar memory popped into my head.
I remember spying on Alison when I was first starting out as A; I would follow her everywhere though I did my best to keep myself hidden. She used to bury things in random spots, and I would always unearth them after a day or so. Most of the things were silly stuff like pregnancy tests and tardiness warnings; but occasionally they were something really incriminating like some sort of object that one of the girls bought and Alison had stolen out of spite.
"Mona is dead and my sister is keeping watch over those bitches 24/7 so there is no risk of them finding anything that I choose to bury," Alison stated with a wicked smirk and a prideful tone that dripped with arrogance.
"It is still a big risk; your enemies are growing and even your power as A cannot overcome all of them at once," Cece cautioned her friend in an almost sisterly way.
And there it was, the statement that everyone knew but still wasn't sure of until now; Alison was A.
"They are inconsequential; my sister has dealt with the ones that mattered," Alison said, giving Cece a quick glare.
"Whatever," was all the other blond said, rolling her eyes and focusing on the road.
It occurred to me that we were leaving Rosewood all together; not just going to the outskirts but leaving the town all together. As we got onto the main highway, we must have traveled a good ways west for about ten minutes. As the trees began to get denser, Cece suddenly turned off the highway and we went down an isolated dirt road.
"I don't see why we have to bury your things where I am staying," Cece remarked as she turned onto another dirt road. I did my best to memorize the way since Caleb definitely needed to know about this.
Eventually, we stopped at a small wooden cabin on the edge of the woods.
It was a lot more isolated than the place that Caleb was staying at and I couldn't see any power lines; meaning that it was definitely off the grid. The wood of the cabin looked old but seemed well maintained given the lack of rot. I saw a chimney which meant that the only means of heat was wood burning; which explained the stack of wood on the side of the cabin. I was curious to whether or not it had plumbing since I didn't see an outhouse.
There was a mailbox though on the side of the dirt road that led to the cabin; meaning that there was some contact with the outside world. Since Cece couldn't be seen, I was curious if she received her supplies through the mail; something that I needed for Caleb to find out once I told him about this little shindig. How long has she been hanging out here? It had to be for a while though it was puzzling how she got back into the country without being detected.
"You bring the shovel?" Alison asked as she and Cece got out of the car.
"Always." answered the older woman, popping the trunk and grabbing the metal tool from the back.
The two walked away from the car and cabin, towards an open field in the back. I followed them very closely, happy for once that my new status as a ghost was coming in handy. The silence between the two was starting to annoy me since they were not giving up any of the useful information that I needed. But I suppose there was always time for that later when I start spying on Cece; though getting the info back to Caleb would be the challenge.
After a minute of walking, the two stopped over a pretty deep hole with a large pile of dirt beside it. Alison then dropped the whole bag into the hole while Cece just looked at her in confusion; which was understandable given that the hand bag was pretty expensive. Alison just smirked at the older blonde and shrugged.
"Got two more of them at home," informed the younger girl as she stared at the object in the ground. Looking around, I made sure to make a note of this exact location as well.
"Well here you go," Cece said, handing Alison the shovel; who just gave Cece a look of annoyance.
"You expect me to bury that? This is your family's property," stated Alison rather smugly; like menial labor was beneath her.
"And that is your incriminating evidence; I am not using the shovel," Cece said rather forcibly. Alison sighed angrily and grabbed the shovel, walking over to the pile of dirt.
"Actually, now that I think about it, I needed to bury something else as well; a loose end that my sister wanted me to get rid of a while ago," Alison suddenly said after a few shovels of dirt.
"What is that?" Cece asked off handily. Something was off and my instincts were telling me that something was about to happen although I did not know what.
"I'll show you but what is that?" Alison asked, pointing at something behind us.
I was looking away when it happened; the sound of something very hard hitting flesh which then caught my attention. I turned and could only stare at the sight of Alison standing over Cece Drake with a bloody shovel in her hand. The older blonde wasn't breathing, and I could see a part of her skull split open on the ground. It was apparent to me that she was now dead.
Looking at Alison's face, I couldn't help but be astounded by the lack of emotion given what she had just done. Cece Drake had been her best friend, and there was no appearance of any type of apology on the young teen's face; her blank face almost an eerie sight to me. Once again, I was reminded that this was the real Alison DiLaurentis; a sadistic bully who stepped over anyone who got in her way.
Kicking the body into the hole, the young blond shoveled dirt until it was completely covered. There were no tears or sorrow, just that same look of complete lack of emotion. When she was done, Alison threw the shovel into the air and into the field where it would get lost. It then occurred to me that she was wearing gloves so that there were no fingerprints. That is when I noticed another car pull up and a hoodie come out of the driver's seat.
I should have followed her and checked out the new person that had just joined us; but I was still too stunned after what just happened. I could only stare at the filled hole where Cece was now buried; a sense of pity of being murdered like that. The poor woman hadn't even seen it coming and I wondered if I had gotten a similar fate.
Was my death this quick or something more brutal?
While I couldn't smell, the appearance of smoke caught my attention and looked to see that the car that Cece was using was on fire. The hoodie had set fire to the vehicle and was now doing the same to the cabin; pouring gasoline on the porch and leading a trail back to the other car. Alison had already climbed inside the car and was letting her partner do the rest of the cleanup. After lighting a match, the hoodie jumped inside the vehicle which then sped off in a hurry.
"NO!" I screamed, running as fast as I could towards the car that was now gone, leaving me trapped here.
It was too late and there was no way for me to catch up. I looked around, not sure what to do and started to panic. The car was ablaze and there was nothing I could do about that with very critical evidence now up in smoke. The fire on the porch was starting to spread and I knew that I had to do something or all would be lost. So I ran up to the burning porch and hoped that my new ghost form could stop the flames.
Standing in the middle of the fire, I closed my eyes and focused once again on my anger in an attempt to stir up a cold chill. Reaching into my anger, I concentrated on the injustice of what just happened to Cece even though she was hardly an innocent person. Though she had many faults, the older blond didn't deserve to die like that in such a cruel way. It wasn't fair that her life had been cut short by someone who had been her friend, and almost like a younger sister.
My anger paid off and a cold chilly wind blew all around me. I kept concentrating until the flames started to die as the air around me froze; small icicles forming on the wood above me. The flames began to die until there was only smoke. I stayed like this for a while until there was no threat of a re-emerging fire.
Though there was always the risk of Alison coming back to finish the job, I hoped that the car fire would mask the fact that the cabin had survived.
I was now in a quandary on what to do; do I make my way back to Rosewood, or head inside the Cabin and see if there are any clues to be found? Passing up an opportunity like this would be stupid; unlike the other girls who did this regularly, I was smart enough not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if I did just witness a traumatic event like this and knew that I would be haunted by it later.
Heading inside the cabin, I noticed that the place was rather clean; contrast to what I saw at Caleb's place. There was a purple sofa in the middle of the front room and black oak coffee table that lay in front of it. On top of the table was a half-filled cup of tea, and a few gossip magazines scattered about. There was no television, but I did see a radio where one would usually be in front of the sofa. It was a rather old radio with a record player instead of a cd or mp3 device; a little old school like my setup in my old room.
There were a few dishes in the sink, and the kitchen was connected to the front room with no space in between. There also wasn't a table to sit at which indicated to me that Cece ate her meals on the sofa. There was an old fashioned ice box next to a wood burning stove that was for cooking. It was amazing that Cece could live like this and not go crazy; at least the bathroom looked a little more modern with a running toilet.
Sadly at first glance, there was nothing important to be seen. Nothing incriminating was laid out for me to see and no computer to be hacked; not that I could have hacked it anyways. I did see a phone charger on the radio and I was curious to how it could be charged without any power. I looked around for some sort of generator which I spotted in the corner to what looked like the back door.
The sole bedroom had a modern bed; contrast to the rest of the cabin. It was a rather clean room and everything was tidied up rather well. The dirty clothes were in the hamper and the floors were spotless of any loose objects. There was a desk in the corner and I walked over to it, hoping for something of use to me. While there were various papers strewn out, it was mostly about the manhunt for her than anything else.
I would need Caleb to look through the drawers since sticking my head in one wouldn't do me much good in trying to read in the dark. There was probably a ton of evidence to be found here, especially since Alison and her partner went to so much trouble to try to burn the place down. The problem was that I couldn't effectively look through anything given my ghostly state, and needed someone else to do it for me.
I realized that I needed to get back to him pronto and bring him out here before it was too late. I headed out of the cabin and towards the highway for the long trip back to Rosewood; hoping that I would get back sometime before tomorrow. Even though it was still mid afternoon, I had no clue on how long it would take.
As I walked to the highway, I was amazed on what I now knew but couldn't share with anyone right now. Cece was dead and Alison had a sister; presumably the one who killed me. Remembering what was said about my death, it had to be Alison's sister who had done me in since I supposedly fought back and Alison herself didn't have a scratch on her. Had I discovered the sister before my death?
I don't think I did, but there was a lot that I didn't remember right now so it is possible that I knew about her all along.
It took a bit but I managed to make it to the main highway without incident; though it wasn't like I was in any danger. I knew the way back to Rosewood but walking would take too long, possibly even days although it might be a tad sooner if I just ran for it. I couldn't get tired anyway.
I went for a full sprint. I was in a hurry since Alison or her sister could come back to finish the job.
There was also another trick I could try; catch a passing vehicle somehow. My plan, which I wasn't sure would work, was to step in front an approaching car and phase into it without going out the other end. It would take a lot of concentrating to stop at the right place and I had to be careful since I didn't want to cause an accident by startling the driver. This was going to be tricky, that was for sure.
As my first test vehicle approached, I stood in the direct middle of the road and possibly the car itself. This way, I can pass through the space in between the passenger and driver's side and not cause an issue. As the car got closer, I closed my eyes and said a small prayer for success as I concentrated. Feeling the car pass though me, I did my best to stop myself at the right place. It paid off since when I opened my eyes, I found myself alone in the back seat; happy that my plan worked.
What I wasn't expecting though was seeing Ashley Marin as the driver.
Please R&R and a thanks to my Beta Paraddicted for the help!