A/N: Hello! Now, before any of you freak out, I am still continuing with Precious Moments. I just had this really great idea for a multi-chapter fanfiction, and decided to go with it. I'm really excited about this one, it's very different from what I normally write. For starters, it is in 3rd person, which is very different from my normal 1st person. Also, many of the characters that are in this I don't normally incorporate, and many ships other than my OTP Spemily will occur.
The Title for this story came from the title of one of my favorite songs; Bad Intentions by Digital Daggers. If you wish to listen to the song, I encourage it, as it relates to the story strongly.
A few warnings;
This story is going to be intensely violent. Characters will die. Yes, characters. Plural.
This story will involve some slightly disturbing topics, that you may wish to not read. It is rated T for now, but I'm debating changing that. It depends how violently descriptive I get.
Lastly, I have already planned out every character that dies, so no matter how much you beg me, I will not change anything.
Enjoy this new story, and I look forward to seeing your reviews! I'm always open for ideas, and critiques!
Keep Writing!
Reyna15
CHAPTER 1
The woman smiled, as she grasped the blade in her hand. It was cold to the touch, sending shivers up her skin.
"Are you sure you're up to the task?" The shorter female questioned. She glanced up at the other woman.
The tall brunette grinned even wider.
"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." She laughed, a malicious sounding cackle that sent chills up the shorter woman's spine.
"I see. I'll be with you throughout this, but stay safe." The dark haired girl remained expressionless.
"Aren't I always safe?" The tall woman winked, and closed the door behind her on her way out.
The remaining individual chuckled to herself. She stood, and walked over to her laptop that was resting on the ancient table in the corner.
"Alright, traffic cameras are set." She muttered into the small earpiece, as she hacked into the cameras littering the street. No one needed to see what was about to go down.
"Good." The receiving end sounded, and the electronic genius sighed before continuing the planned process.
"The rest is up to you Spencer."
Mona waltzed through the hallways, eyes scanning every individual that crossed her sight. Her heart fluttered with panic, as she stepped up to her locker.
Her hand wavered in front of the small silver lock. Mona hesitantly grabbed the dial, and entered in her combination with three twists of her wrist. Taking a deep breath, she pulled the metal door open.
Thank god…. Mona sighed with relief, when nothing appeared out of the ordinary. There was no note, nothing written on the walls with paint. Everything was exactly how she left it.
Mona grabbed her books, and closed her locker. When she turned around, she nearly jumped out of her scarred skin.
"I know what happened to you over the summer."
The blonde was menacing, her bright eyes glared through Mona's soul.
"Well, why do you think that happened?" Mona snapped, attempting to push past the blonde. The sudden collision of her feet with the heeled foot of her tormentor sent her flying towards the ground.
As she shifted her weight, and grabbed the things that had fallen, the blonde knelt down.
"I trust it that you won't use that tone with me again, correct? Do we need to repeat what happened last year?" She smirked. Mona shivered, and shook her head slowly. She glanced around for help, but everyone seemed to be avoiding the confrontation. She didn't blame them, the blonde was practically the head of the school.
"No, I'm sorry Alison." She bit her lip, and stood up shakily.
"Good. Now get out of my sight. Don't forget, I may have some of what once was yours, but I can still take things away from you." The blonde grinned, triumphantly.
"What's going on?" Spencer Hastings walked up to Alison, her dark hair trailing down her shoulders.
"I was just asking Mona about her summer." Alison smiled, the stench of her lie went unnoticed by the brunette.
"Oh, alright." Spencer nodded to Alison, before glancing at Mona.
"Let's go, we have a class to get to." Alison grabbed Spencer's arm gently, and the two of them walked off. Mona watched the two of them go, before turning and fast-tracking it to her class. She was furious.
How dare she… Mona clenched her hands as she made it to her class. If it hadn't been for Alison, things would have gone differently the past summer. Mona sighed, and walked into the room.
She scanned the area for a place to sit, her eyes landing on a lone blonde sitting in the back of the room. Mona took a deep breath, and approached the figure.
"Hello Hanna, is this seat taken?" She asked politely, smiling. Hanna glanced up, and glared at Mona.
"Yes." She snapped, her voice cold. Mona's smile faltered, but she managed to nod, and walked to another empty desk. Tears threatened to spill, but she blinked them away. It isn't Hanna's fault, she reminded herself. Who knows what lies the blonde had been fed?
The day went by horribly. Despite Mona's attempts to avoid Alison and her posse, they appeared everywhere, taunting her.
When she finally made it home, she walked upstairs immediately.
"Mona?" Mona's mother watched as her daughter shut herself into her room once more. She sighed, knowing the teen had most likely had a rough day, and walked back into the kitchen. She'd give her some space.
Upstairs, Mona was furious. She paced in her room, her mind working at the speed of light. Thoughts raced through her head, dancing alongside memories that brought tears to her face.
With a strangled cry, Mona's knees gave out and she fell to the floor; a bundle of rage and emotion.
"Honey, are you alright?" Mona's mother walked into the room, and knelt next to the pained teen.
"I knew things would be different, but I hadn't expected them to just…ignore me." Mona sniffed. "She's changed them…"
Mona's mom sighed, and nodded supportively.
"I know. It'll be hard, but you'll make new friends."
"I don't want new friends Mom!" Mona cried. "Just, can you leave me alone for a little bit? I want to think things through."
Mona's mom nodded, and stood up.
"If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me up."
Mona nodded, and watched as the door closed, leaving her with her feelings. She knew she couldn't resort to her past actions, and instead chose to pull out her laptop.
The photo that appeared on her desktop almost sent her over the edge, into emotional turmoil, but she clicked past it.
"I don't need new friends." She grunted to herself, as she made her way through the numerous security checks she had installed on her computer.
When Mona was where she wanted to be, she pulled up a small file. Numerous video feeds, photos, and emails popped up. An evil smile spread across the brunette's face, and she laughed.
"Time to get my friends back." She grinned. Mona stood up, and walked over to her closet. Bending down, she pushed a few items out, and pulled open the secret compartment that rested in the floor.
Inside were numerous items, all high-tech, and potentially dangerous. Mona grunted as she stretched down, and picked up the cheap flip-phone she had purchased a while ago.
Walking back over to her laptop, the brunette punched in the number of the blonde that fueled her rage. Typing up a few things on her computer, she sent the entire folder to the device in her palm.
"What to use…" She grinned. Feeling confident, she pulled up a photo of when she was away. She mentally thanked her partner for acquiring it while she was locked up, and attached it to the message.
I know about the 'Jenna Thing'.
Mona chuckled, the adrenaline of what she was doing shot through her body.
"Now, how to sign it?"
Mona sighed, and glanced around her room. She needed something simple, something that wouldn't ever be able to be linked back to her. Her eyes landed on the blonde in the photo she was attaching. Her brain formed an idea, and she grinned.
"Perfect." Mona punched in the last of her sentence, signing the message, and sent it.
I know about the 'Jenna Thing.'
-Kisses, A.