Through The Dark

Chapter 5

Decided to update early cuz a lot of people were asking for it :D

Hope you like it~~

Zayn's POV:

I run inside the dark hallway and reach a dead end. Louis pants beside me as I inspect the stone wall in front of me.

"Zayn, seriously, what's wrong?" Louis asks. "I just-" There it is again. My heart. Trying to run out of my chest.

"Louis, is there another door down here?" I ask him quickly. He looks grim but nods and points towards the wall on my left. When I look closely, I see that it has a small opening which leads towards a hidden door.

"Can you please check it once again?" He sighs and nods, telling me to stay right here. As soon as he disappears, I turn around. Looking at the opposite wall.

There is another opening, smaller than the one Louis went through. If you aren't looking closely, you would miss it for sure.

I try to wait for Louis to come back so that he can look there, but my legs decided against it. And even though I am slim, I would not be able to fit through it. So, I do what any reasonable person would do. I punch the wall hard. It takes 5 punches, and then the bricks start falling. They make a larger gap, but it's still quite narrow.

My bag couldn't fit, so I left it there and take a smaller kit with me. And as I suspected, I found a door.

Obviously, there's a door, and it was locked. And no matter how hard I pushed, it wouldn't budge.

"What the hell are you doing?" Louis asks.

"There's a door here. I am trying to open it." I say, pushing at the door again. "It's a crime scene doctor. You can't move around here freely." He reasons.

"Well clearly some of your men were ignorant enough to not check this thoroughly, so I suggest you shut the fuck up and come here and help me." That shut him right up.

"I can't fit through this hole." He punches the wall, but nothing happens. I roll my eyes. "I'd just go and call someone." He glares at me and leaves. "What an idiot." I mutter and kick the door once again, and finally it opens.

As soon as the door opens, my heart leaps up. The room was dark and smelled horrible. I flash my flashlight around...and in the middle of the room was...

A boy, tied up in chains.

I take cautious steps towards as I take in his surroundings. His hands are tied above his head, and he was clearly passed out in a very uncomfortable position. His clothes are stained with blood and urine and the whole scene was just disgusting.

But there he is...

Mouth slightly parted, blood on his forehead. Dirty curls and bruised skin. But he still looked beautiful...and even though I am sure that I had never met him, he still looked so familiar.

I crouch down in front of him, and was about to touch him, when a small whimper stops me. But they weren't coming from the boy.

I looked to my right and saw a small bed in the corner. And the voice seemed to be coming from there. I stood up and walked towards the bed, crouching down in front of it.

"Hello?"

"D-don't to-touch da-dada." A small voice stuttered out from underneath the bed.

Dada?

I flashed my light under the bed, and saw a small, frail looking toddler who was clutching his knees to his chest tightly. The boy couldn't be older than two, and he was looking so broken, just like the boy in the chains. My heart clenched at the sight of the baby.