ANON. || l.s.

Camera phone

Very yellow-white flash
A violent wrench grips mass
Rips light, tears limbs like rags
Burst so high, finally Capa lands
Mine is a watery pit
Painless with immense distance
From medic, from colleague, friend, enemy, foe
Him five yards from his leg
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TW: abuse and sexual assault. Please make sure you can read this, I don't want to trigger anyone. If you need to talk, my DM's are open!

I knew he wanted to talk to me the minute I woke up and saw his face. My head felt woozy, and when I had grabbed Harry's hand I felt a bit nauseous, but he made it all better when he laid down and allowed me to wrap myself around him. I had revelled in his warmth and scent. This man would be the death of me. Or maybe, not quite, since he actually just had saved my life. So I had buried my face in the crook of his neck and embraced this man. My hero. And now he wanted to talk. 

He brushed the fringe out of my face and his green eyes pierced into mine. 

   'Sweet Lou...I'm sorry to do this, but we need to talk...' He sat up and ruffled his hair back, making a nervous impression. Even though I knew close to nothing about him, I was quick to pick up on his tells. He would brush through his hair when he was nervous, he had a way of scrunching his nose if he wanted to avoid a question and flash of droopy eyes on his face, told me if he was sad. 

I sat up too, ignoring the urge to barf right then and there due to a sudden wave of dizziness. 
   'What is it?'
   'It's about time I told you a little bit about ANON.' Harry said.
   'And about you?'  I asked hopefully. This was the moment I'd been waiting for.  Harry seemed to ponder about something but eventually gave in. 
   'Sure.' 
Harry was quiet for a bit but then began. 'Okay, so stop me anytime you want if you have questions or if it becomes too much too handle alright? Im here for you and you can freak out all you want...'
I raised an eyebrow at him. 'Is it that bad?'
   'Yeah, it is...' Harry studied my face for a bit and slumped back against the wall, pulling me with him in the same position.  

   'So...You are probably wondering why everyone knows your name...' Harry stared at the wall in front of us and frowned as if he wasn't sure how to start. 'I know him- your father... Like, not in person, but I know his reputation. The name Tomlinson has been a name we tend to avoid in here.' Hesitantly he looked me up and down before fixing his gaze at the wall again. 'You've met Soraya, right?'
   'The girl that freaked out the minute she heard my voice? Yeah.' I bit my lip. I still felt bad for her. She looked completely terrified when she heard my name, and even more so when I reached out to try to comfort her. Thank God, Velah was there to soothe her and talk to her. 
   'Well, yeah, that Soraya. So, have you heard anything about why she's here? How we found her?'
I shook my head.

   'Okay, I figured. So a week ago we got a message from the local authorities. And I guess you figured out by now that I also work for the government right?'
   'Yeah, a bit, since you were the one putting this thing in my arm.' I said it, motioning to my arm, with a slightly bitter tone, which Harry seemed to pick up on. 

   'Right. That's something else I should explain.' He sighed and brushed his hands through his hair again. His narrowed eyes were focussed onto a spot on the wall, deep in thought. 'The chip is all for show. As in, Only ANON. members can pinpoint a location if they want to, that's how we found you. The one in charge of that department of the government is one of our guys. I just have the lovely task of meeting the people that we Tag. That way I can scout out the place to see if we are dealing with abuse. Niall helps with that task...' His eyes flitted briefly over my throat, looking apologetic. ' We only "take" the ones-' (he air quoted the take) '-who don't exactly have the odds for an improvement on that part. I'm talking about people who suffered abuse for years, don't have any family members to flee to, and also...' he gave me a pointed look, '...who usually are part of ANONseekers. That way we know they want to get out of there and are looking for a change...'