OF COURSE IT HAD TO BE RAINING. Nancy hated the rain. She despised it. First off, it made her hair frizzy. Secondly, it made this so much more like horror movie scene. You know when it starts to storm that something is about to go wrong. And Nancy couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to go horribly wrong. 

It also didn't help that the rain was freezing, and relentless. It was pouring down on all six people, with no sign of letting up. The only person who seemed to be enjoying it was Jess - and Nancy didn't understand why. The rain made her miserable. Jess, on the other hand, was occasionally twirling around in circles, looking up to the sky, mouth agape in order to catch the droplets of water in her mouth.

But what could possibly go wrong in this situation? Nancy asked herself dryly. Only you getting killed along with four other teens. No biggie.

Damian squeezed her hand - a reminder that they were in this together. Tonight, wherever they took them, they would finally have a sense of what they needed to develop a plan. They were willing to do whatever it took. At least, Nancy was.

Damian said that sacrifices were going to have to be made. And Nancy was willing to sacrifice herself if it meant saving the lives of four other teens. She wasn't exactly looking forward to going home, anyway. What was she supposed to tell her parents about Zoe? That she was a murderer? And what was going to happen when she faced her sister? Was Zoe even going home?

Nancy bet she would after she killed her. She would go home to her grief-stricken parents with Nancy's blood on her hands, and pretend to cry over the loss over her younger sister.

And she would get away with it, too.

That was what scared Nancy the most. She was sure that Zoe would be the one to murder Nancy, just so she could keep her earlier promise.

But what if you're wrong? The nagging voice in the back of her head asked. What if that isn't Zoe, and it's an actual person named Carolyn? 

Nancy shut out the voice as quickly as she could. She knew it was her sister. There was no denying it. She might as well accept the facts and move on in life.

"We're about ten minutes away," Their captor informed them from behind, and Nancy peered up the mountain - but couldn't see anything due to the harsh rain. She looked over to Damian, trying to determine what his expression meant.

Is it possible for him to look even hotter in the rain? Her mind wandered off of subject, and she wanted to facepalm. Focus, Nancy. There are more important things at hand.

"Take a picture," Damian teased her after he caught her staring. "It lasts longer."

"I bet she would," Gunnar interrupted - he was on Nancy's right side today, something she was eternally grateful for. "Except she doesn't really have a way of doing that. You know, since we're being lead to our death and all."

"SAVAGE!" Jess whisper-yelled from the other side of Gunnar.

And maybe it was the nervous energy that came from finally reaching the compound, or maybe it wasn't, but the whole group seemed to find that extremely funny. Nancy actually guffawed, which set the rest of the group off into loud laughter.

"Gunnar is actual slay queen." Damian choked out as the laughter died down - which set them back up again.

"What's so funny about this situation, huh?" The woman yelled. "YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!"

"Tomorrow, yeah," Jess turned around to face her. "But we might as well live today."

"Preach!" Nancy clapped her hands together in agreement. "You can't just tell us not to laugh at a joke. We're going to if we want to."

"Not unless I shoot you."

And that was when Nancy decided to shut up and turn around. It was probably a good decision, too.

"Would you actually shoot us, or are you just saying that?" Damian questioned.

"Ask your girlfriend how that bullet wound in her leg is faring, and then I think you'll have the answer to that question." The woman said snidely.

"Is that the compound?" Drew saved them from awkwardly trying to respond by pointing out the outline of a huge fence surrounding a large building.

"Yes," The woman snapped. "I'm surprised you were bright enough to figure that out."

"Gee, thanks."

 The woman had nothing to say to this, and went up to the gates, pressing a button on the brick wall that was supporting it. "It's me. I have the four."

Nancy narrowed her eyes, turning to see if anybody else had heard that - but their expressions remained impassive.

Am I hearing things, or did she really just say 'four'? Nancy wondered. And if she did say four, what was that supposed to mean?

There were five of them, Nancy was positive of that. There was no way she could've miscounted that. Maybe her captor had just forgotten that there were five. But there were five every month, so how could she forget that simple number?

Unless one of them was a traitor.

Nancy knew that she had promised herself she wouldn't accuse any of the five, but now she knew that this was a really a possibility.

She wanted to take Damian aside and tell him about her discovery, but she forced herself to stay silent and consider the chance that he could be the double-crosser. He had done a lot of things to get her closer to him, to trust him.

But their captors wouldn't have beat up someone on their team - and Damian probably wouldn't have knocked the living daylights out of his coworker. Though there was never any proof that he had done that. She hadn't been able to hear the rest of the conversation, either, which was particularly shady. For all Nancy knew, all the bruises and cuts on his face were stage make up.

And then she came to the sudden realization: it was pouring buckets outside, and not one scratch or bruise had faded in the slightest. In fact, they had only gotten worse.

So, maybe Nancy should just cross off the people the captors had hurt. Nancy had gotten shot, so it couldn't have been her - she didn't even know why she was questioning herself - it seemed like a complete waste of time, it wasn't like she didn't know what she was doing 24/7.

Next was Jess, whom Nancy had watched get pegged in the head with a huge rock. She had almost been knocked out for an entire day, which seemed pretty extreme. Also, Gunnar had said there could be possible brain damage. Who would want to risk that? Plus, there was the fact that Jess was literally the girl-next-door for Damian, and he probably would've noticed if there was something up with her. Which also led back to the possibility that Damian was lying about some things.

Then there was Drew, who did seem to legitimately think that Damian was lying about everything. But maybe that was a cover-up for him. Maybe he thought that if he kept accusing everyone else of things, that would draw attention off of him. He was the most keen on accusing everyone of something. Also, he was one of the two that hadn't been injured by their captors. There was a chance where they could have shot him, but instead opted for Nancy. And if that wasn't shady, Nancy didn't know what was.

Lastly, there was Gunnar. He hadn't really done anything to cause him to get hurt - which was most likely why nothing had happened to him. The reason he was here was basically a sob story.

Unless, that too was a lie.

But he's only fifteen! Her brain argued.

And you're only sixteen! She argued back. Now focus! For the second time today!

There was always the chance that Gunnar was working with them because none of them would expect it. He was the most vulnerable and young; he had the most tragic story out of all of them. No one would ever expect poor, innocent, and sweet young Gunnar to be the 'Big A' of sorts [Nancy happened to love Pretty Little Liars, in case you haven't noticed].

Which was exactly why he was likely not.

But still. She had to take all options into consideration. The fact that she knew (or thought she knew) that one of the five was a traitor was a game changer.

And right now, Drew was looking the most guilty.

a/n: so this probably looks like super short compared to the last one lol oops but im leaving to go on a trip tomorrow and it's 9:46 PM and i need to sleep to i updated real quick - hopefully it was enough to tie you over if i can't update for a week. 

at least i reveAled some info to you

you're welcome.

any new theories??? comment them!

also, who would want a chapter in Damian's POV??