Animals [z.m. || a.u.]

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Claire Watson felt agnoy strike through her. Many were the movies where she saw people getting shot with guns and screaming in agony which surely amused her but now that she was in this condition herself, she couldn't help but pity her fate and regret having followed the voices. She screwed her eyes shut hoping the pain to subside and all of the events she wasn't either fond or sure of to be yet another addition to her horrible yet realistic nightmares. As her body fell limp of shock on the hard and cold floor of the aisle, the world seemed to spin. She wanted it to stop: the pain, the spinning, but it continued. She willed to get up and run as far as she could from the source of the bullet but the friction of the bullet against her calf surely made a wound which would take not shorter than a month to heal. She was on her back, clutching her leg waiting for it to stop throbbing when pattering footsteps made a way towards her.

"I'm such an idiot" a high pitched voice said as someone fell to their knees beside Claire. She wanted to flinch away but was unable to move. Soon another cluttering sound was heard. As the feet slowed down, she heard a smooth voice muttering 'shit' over and over again.

"I'm so sorry, Zayn. I-I.. Fuck! How could I even have done that?! I'm-"

"Shut it, Louis. Help me take her to the car before someone notices"

Those words made Claire's eyes shoot open. As she opened her mouth to yell out for help, a hand suddenly blocked her cry. The hand covering her mouth held a cloth dampened with some liquid she was oblivious of. She trashed her hands and legs in anticipation of being free but the things had started getting blurry and the pain more unbearable. Just before her eyes closed she saw a pair of familiar amber-brown eyes carrying an unreadable expression.

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Zayn crushed his almost finished cigarette beneath his foot as he looked over the pale and motionless body of his target : Turner. Zayn had hastilu taken care of the girl who was unexpected to be seen at the crime site. Making the girl unconscious with chloroform, Zayn had rushed to dispose the target's dead body off.

The man had supposedly smuggled the drugs to someone else and thus, had gone against the boss' orders. Zayn was quiet amused when he came to know about that for, hardly did anyone dare to go against the boss. For Zayn it almost seemed like mocking the devil to drag you to hell, which he surely didn't intended to happen.

"Brave bastard, aye?" Zayn talked to the carcass's back. However abstract the idea was, Zayn, over the time had developed a fascination towards death. It was actually the trauma he was in to make him want to know more about it. To everyone else, death was an end. A permanent full stop for life. A stage after which a heart refuses to beat and the body becomes inanimate. To him, death was freedom. A soul finally being relived from a corrupted body.

As far as spirituality was concerned Zayn was far from it. He had lost all faith in God or religion. For Zayn, relgion was just another set of constraints to curtail his freedom in his life style making him almost a stone-hearted person when he'd come across doom.

'It's the lack of knowledge that results into fear. If you don't know about a thing it's nothing but human nature to either be curious or to fret.'