Battle To Be Free (z.m) ✔️

Chapter 42

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Zayn's POV

The long night seemed to drag on forever; the only slither of hope that I had was that I could not hear Alanna’s screams.  The cold seeped through my skin causing my teeth to chatter in protest. Thoughts of Alanna swarmed my mind, but I couldn’t do anything productive about them. Through the lingering darkness, I could only make out one silhouette, which I presumed was Louis due to the hair, but I couldn’t see the others. Although I couldn’t see them, I knew they were there as I could hear my sister’s laboured breathing from a mile away.

None of us uttered a single syllable. The quiet was forced by the three nameless figures whose eyes followed our every moments. We weren’t allowed to talk and I knew that it would be useless as any words of persuasion would fall on deaf ears anyway.

Suddenly the room was flooded with light. I blinked several times to let my eyes readjust; when they finally I saw the nameless faces looking around confused.

“I thought the lights were supposed to stay off!” One of them shouted.

“They are!” The other one responded while flicking a switch frantically whilst his expression grew more and more panicked.

“You don’t think it could be -,” However he didn’t even get to finish that sentence as a bullet smashed straight through his temple. The man dropped to the ground and the other man also tried to run off before suffering the same fate.

Anarchy pursued.  People which were hiding in the shadows tried and failed to run away. The bullets whizzed everywhere. Focusing on the ropes which bound my hands I tugged and tugged until I felt the satisfying sound of the rope thudding to the ground.

A nameless face noticed that my hands were now untied. He lifted his gun to shoot but before he could another bullet beat him to it and he fell to the ground. My heart thudded prominently against my ribs; the air around me grew thick as I realised just how close to certain death I had come.

Silence drowned the now tense room. There were no longer the sounds of people running, all those who had now laid cold on the stone floor.

 Heavy footsteps were heard approaching. The owners shoes were clanging in a calm and collected rhythm against the blood splattered tiled floor. The figure was dressed exactly the same as the ones who laid dead on the ground. His stride was confident and assured as he approached us, although I thought that the gun which laid between his fingertips might be the reason for that confidence. He seemed to slow down slightly at the sight of Aria and Demetri’s body, which still remained even through the battle.

“Well, well,” The man said loudly. As I looked at him more closely I think ‘man’ was a loose term to describe him as he seemed closer to Alanna’s age then my own. “If someone told me that one day I would be saving the Zayn Malik from death I would’ve told them to slap me with a fish and call me Barbara.”

A boyish grin spread across his face as he was talking, which seemed out of place considering the current situation. He was black and the hoodie he was wearing barely concealed the curly afro he had hiding underneath. Given the situation he seemed too casual-hell he didn’t even seemed fazed by the fact that he had murdered about a dozen people.

“Who are you?”

 He didn’t answer my question. Instead he glanced towards the side where Adrian’s body was and laughed. “I see the bastard over there got what he deserved. Hell, I don’t agree with Daniel’s methods all the time but this I may be able to overlook it.”