Soar (Larry superhero AU)✔

Chapter 30 Where Am I?

Harry's Pov

Darkness met my eyes as I opened them. Immediately, tears burned my eyes and overflowed down my cheeks.

I had fought my bestmates, my boyfriend. I had choked Louis, hurt him. It hurt, hurt to know I had done that. I clenched my jaw, my tears heavily blurring my already blinded vision as they dripped.

That wasn't me. I thought bitterly, taking a deep breath. I had felt that part of me, that dark presence just calling out. Beckoning for me to let it out.

It was overbearing and I couldn't control it.

I couldn't feel it at the moment so I let myself try to relax, taking a few deep breaths, so I could take in my surroundings.

I wasn't at the lab anymore. I knew it took me away. That side wanted for me to go to them, the villains. I don't remember much after I had disappeared. I only knew I had appeared here.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness, making me realize I was chained up from the ceiling, no wall to support me, my toes barely grazing the stone beneath them.

My arms ached but it was a dulling pain. I was numb, no feeling whatsoever. The room surrounding me had hard walls of stone, plain and boring. There were bars facing me, initially caging me in a cell.

Where am I? I thought through my tears. I let my head hang, feeling helpless. There was no use to fight. I could already guess where I was, who helped that darkness call.

I could only wait, now, in this pitch dark, the cold surrounding me like a blanket. I felt the wordless threat and kept to its order, the artic air seeping into my skin.

I shuddered, closing my eyes as more tears slip, hoping for a dreamless sleep as I waited for that was all I could really do.

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A slam woke me harshly from my true dreamless sleep. My head snapped up to meet Sébastien's glimmering eyes and smug smirk. Shock struck through my veins but it quickly faded into anger.

"Awake, now, huh, babe?" Sébastien's voice was too low and husky, making me physically cringe. His eyes darkened in anger but it whipped away just as quickly as it showed.

"Don't call me that," I snapped, voice hoarse.

"I'm not the one chained up," He smirked, walking closer.

"You're a fucking bastard," I growled, leaning away as he came closer. He hummed, face stuck in pride and arrogance.

"I'm on the winning side and soon you will be too," his voice turned into one of mock soothing. He stopped a foot away and brought his hand up to my face.

I leaned away from him and spat at his face. "Screw you!"

He stumbled back with a growl of anger. He wiped at his face and glared at me.

"You're lucky that they want to see you or otherwise I would have my way with you," he bit at me, marching over to unlatch me from the ceiling.

Fear coiled in my stomach at the thought of Sébastien forcing me to do what ever he planned. I was kind of thankful to be dragged in a harsh grip to the villains, that thought trailing the corners of my mind.

I gritted my teeth to keep from voicing any pain from the tight grip of Sébastien. There were definitely going to be bruises left over.