Bad Luck
CHAPTER 1: Bad Luck
SPENCER'S POV:
I snuck through the bushes quietly. I was outside an abandoned warehouse off the road. After a lot of research and monitoring A's targets, I had been able to narrow down the locations of A's lair to a few places.
Emily and Hanna were on their way, and Aria was supposed to have gotten here a few minutes ago. I sighed, and glanced at my watch when I heard the sound of footsteps behind me.
My breath hitching in my throat, I spun around only to see Aria.
"Are you sure this is the place Spence?" She asked, hesitant.
"I'm positive." I replied, taking a deep breath.
"Sorry, did I scare you?" She looked worried.
"You're fine Aria. I'm just a bit jumpy." I reassured her, and glanced back at the building.
"Emily and Hanna are supposed to get here soon, but I don't think we have much time. With our luck A already knows we're here, we need to go if we want any chance of catching anything." I sighed.
I took a hesitant step forward, but Aria grabbed my arm, pulling me back.
"Spencer! We have to wait, it's too dangerous for you to go alone." She bit her lip, obviously scared shitless.
"I'm not alone Aria, I have you!" I smiled and grabbed her arm. Aria rolled her eyes and followed me towards the building. We were covered by the night, and luckily didn't have to worry a whole lot about being seen on our way over there.
Once we got outside the back door, I pulled out my lock picking kit only to have Aria push the door open.
"Whoever was here didn't lock it Spencer." She gulped.
"Maybe because they're still here." I thought aloud.
"Don't say that, that just makes me even more creeped out!" Aria snapped.
We walked into the abandoned building together, never leaving each other's sight.
"Spencer, what's this?" Aria asked, as we walked into a dark room. She carefully flipped a light switch on, and the room was illuminated.
Broken pill bottles lay strewn across the floor, and dirty bandages covered the dusty counters. Blood stains resided on an old mattress, and I gulped.
"I'm not sure." I replied nervously. I walked over to the counters, and cautiously opened a drawer. Inside were a bunch of files, and I carefully removed one of them to look at it.
"Spencer, this place is gross." Aria complained, shaking dust off an old booklet.
"I know. It's odd though…" I muttered.
"What do you mean?" Aria was confused, and frightened out of her mind.
"When I searched this building it said it was used to store furniture…" I droned, concerned that the information I got was wrong.
I skimmed through the file in front of me, and then dropped it.
"Spencer?" Aria jolted up.
"Aria, we need to get out of here." I snapped.
"What-"
"This isn't an abandoned storage unit...it's an old asylum."
Aria's eyes went wide.
"Asylum? What do you mean?" She asked.
"It's like an older creepier Radley." I explained quickly.
Aria nodded briskly, and the two of us ran out of the musty room as fast as our legs could carry us.
However, when we reached the back door, it was locked.
"Dammit Spencer, we need to get out of here." Aria breathed heavily.
"I know I know." I pulled out my lock kit and started to work on the old doorknob. I had almost finished getting it when Aria screamed.
I jolted up and my throat went dry.
Across the hallway, looking at us, was a figure in a black hoodie.
Normally that would have been enough to scare me, but unfortunately our luck was pretty bad.
That figure was holding a gun.
