Screams pounded and crushed my head and flashing lights blinded me making me dizzy.

In all my experience I have never experienced anything like this.

A.... concert.

I had put on grayish purple ruffle spaghetti strap top, ripped dark skinny jeans, black heals, a black jewl ring, a silver diamond bracelet with black laced into it, silver and black balls for earrings, and to finish it off a black leather clutch purse. *Picture on the side* I had black eye liner and mascara, but no foundation. There was none that was pale enough for me. Plus I enjoyed my paleness.

I watched my soon to be prisoners dance and bounce around the stage.

Weirdos...

Sadly being rich and curious to see what would happen. I got front row seats and I regretted it greatly.

Dad thought it would be better to see my targets closer to make sure I don't get the wrong ones. I know I never would though. There aren't many cute, British, dudes in Chicago.

Ew what did I just say? Cute. Aw hell to the no. Well they were, but that didn't mean anything.

They sang and danced to teeny bop songs. I recognized one of them that my friend had made me listen too, but other than that I didn't know any of them.

Each of the boys lined up towards the edge of the stage so that they were maybe 7 ft from the front row. It would be so easy to shoot them, but I didn't have weapons with me. Just my pen knife. Zack had the weapons being security and all. Not to mention I wasn't ALOUD to kill them. I wouldn't get paid for killing them. Just arrested. That is IF they caught me...

The one in front of me had curly brown hair that bounced as he danced and his green eyes glowed. He looked at me and smiled as he sang.

I plastered on a fake smile as he winked. Gross. I fought the urge to puke.

I looked away and made eye contact quickly with Zack. He was standing by the stage between the stage and the fence holding back the screaming fans. He nodded to me then went back to crossing his arms and looking all serious like. He was dressed identical to the other security people lining the front of the stage. Yellow shirt with "security" written in black on it with black pants that had a radio clipped to the matching black belt. Obviously, this wasn't our first rodeo. In other words not our first famous person ransomed. But this is the most famous BAND we've encountered.

I think the concert was ending because the dudes were waving at the crowd as stuff was thrown at them and the deafening roar got louder.

I rolled my eyes. Did these girls have nothing better to do? I thought scornfully.

Zack came over to where I was sitting casually in the leather stadium seat while all the other girls stood and screamed around me.

"Miss Ashley?" He asked so it didn't look suspicious to the girls around him. "Do you have your back stage pass?" He asked in a deep voice.

I nodded and giggled fakely so it seemed that I was totally happy to go meet my idols. I heard a few jealous protests from beside me and behind.

"Rich bitch gets everything."

"She doesn't deserve to meet them."

I laughed harshly and turned towards them to smirk before hoping over the fence easily even with high heels.

Zack led me along the front of the stage to around back of it earning more jealous shouts. I smiled smugly not caring.

"Come you smug little bitch." Zack said jokingly as he pushed me back stage.

I laughed and "accidentally" stepped on his toe with my heel.

I laughed and left him as he let out a yelp, but he quickly shut up and went off to take care of his part of the plan.

I saw what I thought was the group of boys. They were pushing and shoving each other playfully and laughed with thick accents.

Oy they're British too. I thought scornfully.

I smiled as I walked up to them twirling a piece of red hair around my finger. They looked up and the dark curly haired one smiled and shot up and came over.

"Hi love. You must be Ashley." He said still smiling and looking me over. Perv.

I nodded and looked down at my heels shyly, but inside I was laughing. So gullible.

"Hey, don't hog her!" Said another accented voice as a lighter brown haired boy came over pushing the curly boy away. "Hi. I'm Louis and that cheeky monkey is Harry." He said motioning to the boy who was now glaring at him, but he couldn't hold back a laugh.

"Nice to meet you." I giggle and looked to the other three finally breaking out if their wrestling match and coming to join them.

"I'm Liam." Said the more maturer looking boy. He was probably going to be the hardest to get to the van and would put up more of a fight. I thought as I sized them up narrowing my eyes.

"Er- if your done checking us out.... that is Zayn and the blonde is Niall." Finished 'Liam' looking awkward as he pointed to the other two dudes. I averted my gaze not wanting them to think I was checking them out any longer.

"I'm sure she already knew that." The blonde I think was called Niall said. He had a hugely thick Irish accent. "Right?" He asked when I just looked at him blankly.

I shook my head quickly. I couldn't give more of a shit about who these dudes were. Just that they would make me rich.

"So you came to a concert where you listened to music you've never heard and to dudes you don't even know?" Asked I think Zayn skeptically.

I nodded and smirked. "Yep, but you know. None of your fans really know you personally. They just know your names and random shit facts about you. So, I'm not much different than them yes?" I said sourly.

The dudes looked at me strangely and I rolled my eyes. This is taking too long. Where was Zack with the lights?

As if on cue the entire back stage went pitch black and I'm guessing the auditorium too because there were screeches of surprise from the other side of the stage. I smiled. Finally.

"Don't worry our security will be here soon to make sure nothing gets you." One of the dudes whispered putting an arm comfortingly around my shoulder.

I laughed darkly and smiled in the darkness. They wouldn't come of course. Their unconscious bodies were probably on the floor or in a closet somewhere.

"I don't think you should depend on them honey." I purred as I pulled out a rag and covered his mouth with it.

He stupidly took a deep breath and was out cold within two seconds. He thumped to the ground. I slipped on my night vision glasses to see the other boys running around blindly. I came up behind each of them and easily knocked them out with the chemicals. Apart from the last one. It must have been the Liam dude because he put up more of a fight. He took a swing at me in the darkness but it was far from making an actual blow to me. I just put the rag on his mouth as i pinned him to the ground and strattled his waist. He continued to struggle pointlessly.

Even though he was taking deep breaths into it, it was taking more than 3 seconds to knock him out. Damn cheep chloroform. Instead I just hit him hard in the head with something random i found on the ground. It knocked him out better though. Poor dude was going to have a bump there though. Oh well.

I looked around looking for Zack. I saw a person coming from one of the hallways and prepared for an attack, but I made out Zack's scruffy hair bobbing as he ran towards me. He was pulling a cart behind him. He started hauling the unconscious boys unto it just as the lights started to flicker back on. There were still screams coming from the other side of the stage though. Big babies.

"The van is just outside that exit door." Zack hissed as he pulled the cart towards it. I nodded and grabbed the remaining boy that wouldn't fit on the cart by the foot and started dragging. The blonde. I was having difficulty being in heels and all, but I managed to get him out the door and into the blinding sunlight.

I dropped him on the cement and turned to the exit door hanging open. I left Zack to load up the limp bodies and started to throw random shit, from the alley they were in, in front of the now closed metal exit door. I stopped only when I heard the engine rumble to life. I heard pounding on the door and angry screams as I turned away and climbed into the passenger seat.

I smirked. Easy as pie. I thought smugly as Zack pounded the acceleration and we screeched away.