World War 3 (One Direction)

Gone Wrong

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Chapter 14

'Harry!' I yelled. I charged at him without thinking. He was armed with a laser sword for crying out loud! The head full of curls whipped around after kicking aside an injured man's body to face me. 'Fight me! Nobody kills him! He's mine!'

Harry took that as a challenge. We closed the gap between us so we were in combat range. There was something different about him. His eyes...they were so black so dead...was that even possible? 'I won't go easy on you. No matter man or woman.' He warned, brandishing his sword.

'I'm not looking for any favours.' I muttered. The people around us were lessening. More and more had dropped dead till about half are left. Already the energy was dampening. I decided to make the first move and attempted a slash at his guts but Harry jumped out of the way and took the opportunity when I was vulnerable to strike at my leg. I refused to shriek even though the pain was overbearing. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction, but a smirk was already playing at the corner of his lips.

I don't know why, maybe I was being stupid. No. I was stupid. The laser had burned through my skin and part of my flesh. I clasped a hand over the smoking wound. I toppled over and fell over my neck as Harry banged his shoulder against mine. I thought I felt a crack.

'You know what?' Harry look irritated. 'Let's do this without weapons.' He threw his sword aside. Great. He thought I sucked at fighting, maybe till the limit where he thought it wouldn't give him the satisfaction to finish me off too quickly.

I did the same. I knew I could've easily sliced his head off but my dignity wouldn't allow it. 'If you say so.' I deflected his blow and grabbed his elbow and shoulder before flipping him onto his back. I had to think fast. I pinned his down with my body weight but he threw me off balance quite easily.

I couldn't see his next move. It felt weird... He punch nearly broke my face and it so happened that the angle of his blow broken free the silver mask I was wearing from my face. 'Damn!' I sported another deep cut near my eye.

'Azelynne? What are you doing here?' Harry's eyes grew wide and the black faded from his eyes and was replaced with a shade of bright green. 'You shouldn't be here! You-'

'What does it look like? Give me back my little sister!' I interrupted him. 'You- big- headed- jerk!' With every word, I swung a my fist at his face. 'I want back Vendellynne! Harry, I hate you so just give- give me back everything-' I was completely out of breath. 'Everything that is mine! I fricking hate you! You son of a- a- you stupid fella! You will rot in hell once I'm finished with you. You're gonna die as many times as I can kill you!!! You! You!' I was on the verge of tears, angry tears perhaps. I don't know, maybe I just felt really emotional at the time.

'Wait. Wait!' He ducked my every punch and held his hands up in a placating manner. 'Aze, hear me out. Please! I don't know what was-' He froze in his position. 'Argh!' He clamped his hands to his head, his back hunched over. 'No!' His fist flew midway to my stomach but stopped.

'What are you playing at?!' I was terrified to be honest. It was like he had some internal war with himself. 'I'm not falling for your trick!' Something in my head was reminding me about Vendellynne. I tried to kick Harry but he managed to get a hold of it and flipped me over. His eyes flashed black for a second but it turned back to green.

'Aze!' He gasped. He seemed just as confused as I was. 'I'm s-s...I didn't mean that! I-I can't control...' Harry stared at his own hands and then looked at me with his pleading green eyes. 'Get away from me!' He said finally, picking up his laser sword and running away from me.

'Hell! You are a stupid coward! You come back here! This is one time too many!' I chased after him but i was developping a stitch in my sides. 'Just stay away from everyone else!' I shook my fist at him.

Something else caught my eye. My muscles tensed up and my breath got choked in my throat. 'Oh my god!' My legs were running as soon as it happened. I got there just in time as a small limp body fell into my arms. 'Willy.' My voice trembled so badly. 'Willy?' I gave his body a slight shake. His blue eyes stared up into the orange sky. 'Willy! Willy!' I touched the blade that protuded out from his stomach with trembling hands. Just to be sure, I checked his breathing and his pulse. A sob bubbled in me as I closed his eyelids.

Another soft thud and a thin long face dropped in front of me. 'Myrius! Are you alright?! No you're not! You're bleeding! Let me see tha-'

'Save Eira...' He stopped my hands from pressuring on his wound. 'Promise me, you'd keep...she...she...please...whatever it tak-takes...' H's breathing was really raspy and wheezy. He coughed violently and threw up a lot of blood. 'Just go! Leave...I'll be fine...'

I wiped off the splatter of blood on my face and looked around. Dead bodies covered the barren land, pools of blood were everywhere. Less than half the people were left standing and fighting. I didn't like the odds at all. The Seizers had us three against one. What if we were wrong? We underestimated their powers for sure. This battle seemed a complete loss.

Bang!

I heard a loud gunshot belonging to an old rifle. Next thing, I felt myself being thrown back against my will and crashing against a large boulder. I was falling and falling...after I had crashed... The light was gone, the sounds of the battle was muffled.

I took me a minute to realise that I was the one that got shot in the left shoulder. I tried to move my arm but I couldn't. The pain was excruciating, like my arm would just fall out of its socket if I tried to move it. If only I was stoic enough, I would've picked myself up, but I just lay there. I felt completely useless.

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