^Killers in their clown masks (I know, freaky right? O.O)
**Not Edited (Please ignore the grammar and spelling mistakes. ;A;)**
"Survival instincts are your best friend."
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♀ Aria POV ♀
"I could be stalking people on tumblr right now. I could be reading fanfiction. But noooo let's stick Aria in a dress and have her play coat rack," I mumbled, trying to balance the load of clothes on my hand. "Who the heck even buys leopard print jackets? This is fugly. A fugly jacket is what you are."
"Excuse me, do you know where the bathroom is?"
I peaked toward the side and gasped as (yet another) good looking guy cocked an eyebrow. He was dressed with one the same outfit as the waiters my parents hired and looked damn good in it. I don't trust him. Anyone who looks that good in a waiter outfit cannot be trusted.
'Why do rich people have good looking children? This is not fair. This is not helping the rich people stereotype. I bet it's plastic surgery. Okay probably not but I need to boost my self esteem somehow.'
"Uh... um... There," I said vaguely, pretending like I knew where the heck the bathroom is (let's be serious, I barely go to the fifth floor of this building- heck I didn't even knew a fifth floor existed until like, five seconds ago- but it'd be even more awkward saying I don't know where it is so sending a person to the other side of the room basically guarantees time for my escape).
"Thanks," He smiled before turning.
"You're welcome," I smiled tightly as he started sauntering away.
'Run!' My mind screamed as I threw all the clothes up into the air and dashed for the closest door to make sure he never finds out I sent him to a place without a bathroom.
Mission: Accomplished.
I am so good at this blending in thing.
~*~*~*~*~
"Mom-"
"Go find a waiter sweetie," Mom smiled tightly, shoving a wine glass in my hand and pushing me towards the direction of the kitchen (translation: 'get out of the way before you ruin our perfect model image.')
I huffed and angrily chugged the rest of the unfinished wine down, turning down a hall before cocking my head at a group of waiters clustered together in one of the hallways, holding some type of black bag.
Well, I found the waiters.
"Hey, can you-"
"Shut up," The bathroom guy (see I told you good looking people can't be trusted) who was talking to me before growled, grabbing me from behind and putting a gloved hand over my mouth, gun pointed at my forehead. "I'm going to let go of you and you're going to come with us, you got that?"
I nodded frantically, because honestly, at that point, the guy could have told me to slap an unicorn and as illegal as that sounds, I wanted to live.
And then apologize to all unicorns everywhere. I am sorry.
The other group of waiters were pulling on gas masks and loading guns and grenades (I think. I don't really know it might have been a smoke bomb or something).
"...So... I'm guessing you're not a waiter?"
The guy with the gun gave me an incredulous look and I winced.
"Sorry usually I don't talk back, I think there was something in the wine. Give me like, five minutes and I'll go back to being derpy and stupid, promise."
"...You sure know how to pick your hostages," One of the masked men said sarcastically.
"Shut up, like you did any better," Bathroom-guy (wow okay I really need to give him a better nickname) growled, jerking his chin in the direction towards the other hostages- one in particular who was drunk and currently slurring dirty inappropriate NC-17 rated words.
"She was hot," Was all the other guy (I'm dubbing him Leader guy) said before nodding. "Okay, let's get this place locked down. No one leaves, no one comes in."
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"IS THIS A HOSTAGE SITUATION?!" One rich lady in a really ugly looking leopard print dress (I bet she owned that matching fugly jacket) gasped dramatically, hands on her head in the stereotypical "damsel in distress" motion.
"No we're having a slumber party," Leader guy snarled sarcastically.
"We are?" I asked excitedly. Weird way to plan one, but I'm taking what I can get.
"NO YOU FUCKING IDIOTS NOW GET ON THE GROUND," Leader guy yelled.
"I refuse. My dress is brand name!" The leopard print lady yelled.
"Lady your life is on the line, I suggest you do as I say or you're going to get something more than just dust on your dress," Another gunman smiled sadistically.
The woman paled and laid down on the floor with the others as I stood awkwardly with the first group of hostages and tried to avoid drunk girl who was groping one of the waiters.
I wish I had bleach. Some things you just can't unsee.
My eyes drifted towards an old man crawling toward the exit and I turned away quickly, squeezing my eyes shut as I waited for the inevitable.
In a single second, a resounding echo of a bang could be heard in the room, followed by screaming as I slowly opened my eyes.
Laying in a pool of his own blood was the old man, choking on his own blood and slowly dying as I tore my eyes away in horror, my parents starting to finally understand the situation.
But instead of coming to me like all the other parents did to their kids, the shuffled away from me until I was the only kid left standing in the first hostage group.
"You," The Bathroom Guy drawled, motioning at me. "Come."
I walked slowly towards the middle, eyes flickering towards all the faces who dared not speak a word.
I was going to die.
Oh my god I was going to die without seeing a unicorn.
I was never going to eat ice cream again.
I didn't meet a hot guy with abs.
I haven't even tried sushi yet!
...
That's sad.
I really had a sad life.
I mean I wasn't dying of hunger but-
"You all have thirty seconds to run," Leader guy smirked, head turned towards the security cameras. "You watching this?"
"Whose watching what?" A lady asked in a shaky voice.
"Oh, this? This whole thing," Leader guy smirked, pointing the gun at everyone in general. "Is being livestreamed. Not that the police can do anything about it, and the security guards are all dead, and by the time they find us we'll be dead as well."
"I don't get it, if you want to suicide, why drag us down with you?" One guy asked, narrowing his eyes.
'Good point. Not the time,' I thought as I plugged my ears and heard more muffled screams and another 'bang'.
"Thirty seconds to escape. This girl," Leader guy said, pointing at me with a gun (which is really scary, just so you know), "is going to count for you guys. Go on, count."
"Uh... One...?" I trailed off, looking around as everyone scattered.
They weren't going to escape. That much I knew. Best choice was to hide. Seriously, watching enough horror movies has taught me that you do not go into dark forests by yourself and you should not suddenly and randomly trip when there's a chainsaw murderer behind you.
"Fifteen... Sixteen... Seventeen," I continued, wiping my sweaty palms on the weird colored dress I had on. Seriously, this is a brand name dress but it was seriously ugly. Not that anyone cares because hey! It's a brand name!
"Nineteen... Twenty..."
Now that I think about it, if those guys shot me, I'd probably bleed to death right there on the floor. I've always been a heavy bleeder. Wow that sucks, I risk dying slowly of blood loss, way to go Aria, way to go. Such happy thoughts in the last moments of your life.
"Twenty two... Twenty three... Twenty four..." I said, watching as the gunmen (I counted ten total. All of them wearing clown masks now. Isn't that creepy.) started scattering, leaving me the only one in the ballroom with two dead bodies. I think they're going to kill me last?
"Twenty seven... Twenty eight..."
I just realized, my parents left without me. Didn't look at me, they just ran with the rest of them. I mean this elderly couple looked at me but that's about it. Wow, a couple who I don't even know cared about me more than my own parents.
"THIRTY!" I yelled before turning and running down a random hall.
"Times up," A voice cackled through the speakers installed in the five story building. "Ready or not, here we come,"
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Uh- oh... Aria, run! Okay, I know what happens. This part wasn't that funny, but more of plot. I'll try to make the next part funnier~! Thank you so much for reading! It means a lot! Comment? Vote? Thank you!