Brittany sat against a wall, with her knees tucked under her chin. She was too scared to think positive. She didn't know where she was, or what would happen. Staring off into the darkness she began to think of what put her here.

"I know we didn't win, but we were amazing," Mercedes acknowledged, as she sat down next to her Troubletone sisters. "Now, stop pouting. I promised Breadstix, win or lose. I keep my promises."

The gloomy girls cheered up for dinner.

After dinner Mercedes, Santana, and Brittany watched Sugar climb into the back of a car and drive off.

"Come on, Britt." Santana linked her and Brittany's pinkies. "I'll take you home."

Brittany nodded and waved goodbye to Mercedes.

As they reach the other side of the parking lot, they hear a loud scream for help. As the screaming continued, they realised it was from Mercedes. The two girls began to run to their friend. Santana, running faster than Brittany, was quickly grabbed by a large figure.

"Brittany, run!" Santana yelled, struggling to escape the stranger's grip.

Brittany obeyed Santana without hesitation. Running away from the scene, she was tossed to the ground. Before Brittany was able to defend herself or call for help, her mouth and nose was covered by a piece of cloth.

That's the last of the night that she could remember. When she woke up she was she was surrounded by darkness.

Suddenly a door was opened, and beams of light shined into the room.

Brittany looked around her setting. The light allowed her to see that Santana and Mercedes was in the room with her. Brittany's fear grew, noticing both girls were unconscious. Brittany looks away, fighting tears from the thoughts that crowded her mind.

A dark figure formed in the beam of light resting on the ground. It moved inside the room.

Brittany's eyes widen as the figure moved towards her. By the time the figure was in front of her, she had her head buried in her lap.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." The speaker sat on the ground in front of Brittany.

Brittany slowly looked up. She could see the figure was a guy with brown hair hanging over his brown eyes.

"What's your name?" he asked. Not receiving an answer, he decided to introduce himself. "I'm Wren."

"Brittany," she softly answered.

Wren nodded and reached into his pocket. "I know you're scared." He removed his hand from his pocket to reveal a snack bar. "You shouldn't be. Nothing bad will happen." He pushed the bar slowly across the floor, between him and Brittany.

Brittany didn't move.

"What the hell are you doing?" Another figure appeared in the door. His voice caused Brittany to jump. "Get out of here," he ordered, and Wren rose and slid by the figure. "Wake up," he yelled, slamming his hand against the wall, causing Mercedes and Santana to jump awake.

"What the hell?" Santana questioned sitting up. Noticing the blonde standing over her, she stood up, ready to fight.

The guy showed no fear as he and Santana stared each other down. Not wanting to waste his time with the Latina, he pushes her back to the ground. "You," he called to the dark skinned girl who tried to stay invisible. "Stand up."

Mercedes slowly stood, without a word.

He lifted her head, and studied the blood dripping from her forehead. "Come on." He grabbed her wrist and lead her to the door.

Mercedes's heartbeat rushed as he pulled her outside to a sunlit yard. As the guy turned to lock the door they just exited, she noticed they were locked inside a shed. She fearfully followed the stranger into a trailer home.

As they stepped inside, they were passed by another guy with curly black hair. The blonde quickly grabbed the guys by the arm and whispered in his ear.

The curly haired guy rolled his eyes and lead Mercedes deeper into the trailer. "Sit down." He pointed to the toilet, as he opened the mirror and removed a box.

Mercedes cautiously obeyed.

He opened the box to reveal medical supplies. He kneels down to Mercedes.

Mercedes looked at his green eyes as he focused on medicating her wound.

Minutes later he stands and signals for Mercedes to follow him out of the bathroom.

"Connor," Wren called the curly haired stranger by name. "Is she ok?" He move close to Mercedes's face to study the bandage on her forehead.

"It's a small gash," he answered, pushing Wren out of Mercedes's face. "She'll live." He opened the door and pulled Mercedes back to the shed.

Mercedes stepped inside and saw Brittany crying into Santana's lap. Her vision was blackened as Connor closed and locked the door. Mercedes blindly wandered to where she remembered her friends to be. Mercedes sat and began to rub Brittany's back.

"It's going to be ok." Santana comforted Brittany.

Brittany continued to cry. "No, it won't."

Mercedes tried to maintain a steady speed on Brittany's back, as she processed the situation. "We'll get out of here." Mercedes spoke, but in her mind; she was unsure.

Connor stepped inside the trailer and discovered the other guys quietly watching the TV.

"The Lima police are now searching for 3 missing teenagers," a news reporter explained. "Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce, and Mercedes Jones were last seen enjoying dinner at Breadstix after performing for a show choir competition less than 24 hours ago. There's no information on suspects. If you have any information, please contact the Lima Police Department."

Wren switched the television off, and turned on the couch. "What are we going to do?" he asked the blonde standing against the wall.

"We leave Lima," he answered.

"It's not that simple," Connor yelled. "We have kidnapped 3 girls, and their families have money. They're going to find us."

"We leave Lima," he repeated, moving to stand in front if Connor. "We leave tomorrow. Everything's set." He walked out, leaving Wren and Connor in silence.

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