Chapter Twenty-Seven

                                    

                                          
Emma's P.O.V
                          
I set the bags of groceries onto the counter.
                          
"Hey, Aria! They only had Diet Mountain Dew. Are you okay with that?"
                          
I noticed a note taped to the fridge door. The paper was black and the words were red.
                          
Who does that?
                          
I took it from the fridge and read it in my mind.
                          
We have Aria. 
                          
It took me a minute to process what that note meant.
                          
When I left, it was just Aria and Aria's father.
                          
Mr. Smith...
                          
Either he works for the organization, or he's the 'boss'. 
                          
I placed the note on the counter and called Ian.
                          
"Pick up...pick up..."
                          
"Emma?"
                          
"Ian, Aria's gone!"
                          
"What do you mean?"
                          
"She was kidnapped by the organization!"
                          
"...Shit. I'm coming over."
                          
He hung up.
                          
I shoved my phone in my pocket, and sat down on the couch, waiting.
                          
A lot of questions were running through my head...
                          
What are they doing with her?
                          
Where is she?
                          
Is she okay?
                          
Are they torturing her?
                          
Are they going to kill her?
                          
I took deep breaths. 
                          
"Stay positive...we'll find her." I said. "Hopefully."
                          
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Aria's P.O.V
                          
"Dad, what the hell is going on?" I asked, frantically. "Untie me!"
                          
"Aria, you've always been ignorant." He said. "It's time for that to change."
                          
"What do you mean...?" I questioned.
                          
"I want you to be the next me." 
                          
I laughed, hysterically. "In your dreams, asshole."
                          
He frowned. "I've tolerated you for too long, Aria. It's time you show your old man some respect."
                          
"Is that what all this is?!" I questioned once more. "You created this entire organization just because I don't respect you?! My entire childhood you and mom tried creating me into something I didn't want to be! Every day I was told of how much of a disappointment I was. That's why I don't respect you."
                          
"No, you've got it all wrong." My dad said, irritated. "I created this organization to create humanity into something more...in the name of science!"
                          
"The injections..." I said. "That's what you're going to use. Dad, you know there's a remedy to stop the effects, right?"
                          
"I do." He said. "We've been using Smosh as our test subjects. Every injection was a test. To see which one was perfect to use on everyone else. When we're finished, there will be no cure."
                          
"You're insane!" I shouted. "All this is going to make everything worse! Don't you see?"
                          
Then, my father pulled out a gun from his pocket. He aimed it at me.