Diana

Chapter Twenty Four - Helpless and Lost

Previously

Diana's POV

"Your 1D buddies are playing a 'scavenger hunt' to find you, going through hell to find you," he chuckled evilly. He continued maintaining the same evilness, "but they're entirely unaware of the fact that they will be left with nothing!"

Present

Diana's POV

"I don't think your friends will be able to take you outta here!" Paul, Sam's half brother, said with deep honesty.

Paul was an extremely sweet person, compared to all of the people I have faced the past week. He seemed nothing like his brother, he opposed whatever his brother's doing.

"But you don't have to do all of this. You don't have to listen to your brother and feel dead your whole life. You gotta do what you really want" I said to him, who was standing in front of me in that dark room.

Sam was never kind to Paul, he was never kind to anyone in this world. The only thing Sam lived was for fame and taking pleasure in others' fear and sadness.

"You know, I don't want to. But I have to. Do you think you're the only one he's threatened? There were dozens before you, all were sited in this room. He warned me before leaving for the prison. He wants me to keep you captivated and then k-," he stammered, but I knew what the future's gonna bring me. "Even if I deny his orders, he has loyal guards who are enough to kill the both of us," he said with a defeated voice.

There was nothing left for me to say. He was helpless as much as I am. All I have now is hope for someone to take me back home.

We heard guards on the other side of the room.

"You're not going out of here, even if you cry your eyes out!" Paul faked emotions and walked towards the bulky door. Before leaving, he gave a gesture saying 'I can't do anything, sorry'.

But I have strong hope in my, I don't even know what word I need to use to describe them. They've been my lifesavers. Now that the situation has come where they actually have to save my life, won't it be easier? They've already done it millions of times.

I kept Louis' cap closer to my heart and as a tear rolled down my cheek, I closed my eyes.

Liam's POV

Then we heard the doorbell ring. Zayn had gone down to answer it. In a few seconds, we heard him scream, "Guys, come here. Hurry!"

The four of us went down the stairs and I was far behind the rest of them because the wound on my leg had made it harder to walk.

I walked over to the group and stood at the front doorstep. There was a trophy half the height of a person. It had paper clinging on to it. Zayn stepped forward and carefully ripped it off the trophy. The letter 'A' was inscribed on it.

"First 'N' and now 'A'. What are we supposed to do with them?" Niall questioned.

No one answered 'cause none of us knows what this is all about.

There was another writing written on the paper, in a very tiny font, which no one has observed yet.

I grabbed the paper from Zayn and read the writing.

2-4-17/11

Open!!!

Mrs Emma had come to the scene and asked, "Who's at the door?"

"Our next mission," I replied.

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We were five minutes away from the place with the plot number, 2-4-17/11.