A Twisted Way to Save Someone (L.s)✔

Chapter 2

Louis's Pov

I didn't feel bad about knocking the kid out. He was light as a feather when I picked him up, taking the flashlight in my mouth to provide light, and carried him back to my house.

I didn't know why I didn't just kill him where he stood. Maybe it was the way the boy stared at me, with no fear of the knife in my hand. Maybe it was because thats what he wanted, to no longer breathe. Maybe it was because of the horrid bluish and yellow bruises and scars that scattered his body.

It didn't help that he looked so innocent. Innocently tainted by darkness and abuse.

I couldn't get his red cheery lips that parted in neither shock or surprise when he acknowledged me out of my head. His green dull eyes that could be so beautiful and bright when he might smile and his mane of chocolate brown curls that laid atop his head.

My heart ached for the boy and it shouldn't. I shouldn't feel these feelings. I shouldn't allow myself to. I didn't know why I carried him inside and instead tied him to the bed in a guest room.

I guess I'm a kidnapper now.

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I hummed softly underneath my breath, sitting in an old birch chair next to the bed where the kid lay peacefully. He didn't look so sad, so defeated while he slept. But that didn't mean he was peaceful.

I sat patiently, sharpening one of my many knifes, waiting for the kid to wake up. He couldn't have been older then 19 or 18, but not any younger.

He didn't look comfortable with one of his hands tied by a piece of simple, but strong, rope to the headboard of the bed. He didn't stir, didn't move at all except for the occasional flutter of his eyelashes that might suggest a dreamless sleep.

Soft puffs of air where all that sounded from his parted lips. It was the only other sound then my hums and the sound of stone against steel.

I didn't knock him out too hard, just enough to put him to sleep, but it must've been eight hours and counting before he finally moved.

His nose and free hand twitched first before his lids and lashes flutter, opening up to reveal those lifeless green orbs that met my own unflinchingly.

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Harry's Pov

It was the most sleep I've gotten in the past couple weeks. Dreamless and peaceful. I wish it would've gone on longer but I awoke to a pounding in my temple and eye.

My eyes were heavy but I dragged them open to meet the same ocean eyes as the man who I met in the woods and has now kidnapped me.

I'd rather be dead.

But I met his sharp gaze and kept it, no matter the strong urge that tugged at me to look away. The thought that was sprinting through my mind was a simple word; run.

"Awake, now, curly?" He said with a softer voice than the one he held in the woods.

"Who are you?" I replied, voice scratchy.

He chuckled emotionlessly. "Here's water beside you that you can reach if you want it. As for my name, you can call me Sinner."

The name struck a memory far deep in my brain. Sinner. The most famous and one of the most dangerous killers in the world. Hell, in history.

How could I, someone who was more worthless than a sack of shit, come across one who was as famous as the Sinner himself?

"Are you going to torture me and then kill me?" I asked calmly though my heart was a hard drum. Everyone knows that the Sinner loves to go slow when killing his victims. I would beg for something quick if I could. I've already dealt with enough torture in my life.

To my surprise, he shook his head.

"Why?" I tried to lunged forward at him, to beg him to kill me, but one of my hands was tied. I huffed, settling back to look at him expectantly.

"You would love for me to kill you. Can I ask why?" He hummed. I shook my head in answer and he nodded.

"Well," he clicked his tongue and sat up, rubbing his hands against his thighs. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you yet. Guess we'll see in the future. Until then, hungry?"

He cocked his head at me, a small smirk twitching his lips. The action seemed more animal than human and the thought sent a shiver down my spine. I shook my head again at his offer and he sighed, standing.

"You're skin and bones curly. I could hear your stomach answer for you," I flushed red in embarrassment. His hard eyes seemed to soften a bit but I believed my eyes were playing tricks. He was right; at the mention of food, my stomach howled out for any type of nourishment.

"I'll fetch you something anyways," He sighed again and turned on his heel towards the door. "Do with it what you will. You'll be able to reach when you want it. As I said water is beside you if you want it too. I recommend having a sip. I don't care if you don't trust me, I wouldn't trust me either but you need it."

He left without another word or glance back. His words struck deep and I was only fooling myself with how right he was.

But I needed this pain, this hunger. It hurt to even keep being alive but it seemed to me being with the Sinner seemed even more interesting. I rather be killed by him than to be wasted and suffer a painful death.

So in that thought, I reached over for the glass of water next to me. Thankfully, he was right and I could reach it as I wrapped my fingers around the glass. As I brought it to my lips, I drunk greedily, the cool water soothing my scratchy throat.

Setting the glass back down, I sighed heavily and tried to relax as best as I could. I closed my eyes in hopes for another dreamless sleep all the while thinking of how this situation could end.

Either way, in my mind I die.