➳ battleground of the gods // l.s.

XI: deal with the devil

    It's been hours since Louis captured Harry and the Doompit member was only just waking up. He, unfortunately, had to tell Liam about what was going on so he can come and help him. After all, Liam was a scientist at Bolt, he'd knew what to do.

    He scolded Louis disappointed that he went behind everyone's back and put his own life in danger. He promised him he'll talk to Carnell about this. Louis told him that Carnell had refused to help so he had no other choice.

    Harry's eyelids slowly uncovered his pale green eyes, the pupil adjusting to the light around the clearing. He was still processing what was going on as he took everything in, his eyes raking across the laboratory.

    When the Doompit member realized what was going on, he began toiling in avail and tried to move his body. He couldn't as he was tied up by strong leather and his mouth and nose were covered by a mask filled with gas that'll weaken him.

    " Don't worry, it will be quick. " Louis assured him, forgetting for a moment that he was talking to a Doompit criminal with no emotions. His sympathy would always come to surface for Harry.

    Harry growled in his throat while his eyebrows furrowed menacing, his eyes holding a deadly glare in them. " You're not going to get out of this alive. " He threatened venomously.

    " Not to worry, Styles. We extracted the microchip from your body, so no one will know your location. " Liam told him as he was preparing the utensils to remove the tubes from Harry's neck.

    " You think that'll do the trick? " He laughed dryly at the Bolt members. " Those are unmovable. "

    " We'll see. " Liam hummed.

    Harry was startled when he felt Louis' hand caress his hair softly. " We'll fix you. " His blue eyes were rounded with pity and something else. He still looked as dead as he did days before, but there was this hope in his glint that brought him to life.

    The Doompit member obviously didn't like to be touched by enemies so he did what anyone would do in this situation. He head butted his ex lover.

    Louis didn't see that coming.

    " Ow! " He held his hand to his nose, feeling blood trail down from it.

    Liam jumped around, padding to Louis to take a better look. " Let me have a look at that." He mumbled as he cleaned off the metallic liquid with a napkin. " Remember, this is not the Harry you know. This one doesn't feel anything, so you don't have to be pitiful or let your guard down. " He told Louis. " Don't let your feelings get in your way, you're smarter than that. "

    " Yeah, Louis. This Harry killed your boyfriend. " Harry mocked Louis from where he was, leaving a trail of evil chuckles behind. Oh, he hit a nerve with that one.

    Louis felt his heart drop in his stomach at those words, his face paling and a feeling of uneasiness surfacing his entire body. He felt like fainting at the reminder.

    Liam steadied him, tugging him harshly to snap him out of it. " He'll play with your emotions and if you show him he has control over you, he'll kill you. "

    " Not if I kill him first. " Louis clenched his jaw, pushing Liam out of the way and wrapped his fingers around one of his guns. He cocked the gun before pointing it before Harry's amused eyes.

    " You would never kill me, you don't have the balls. You're a weak, pathetic Bolt member that will never achieve anything in life. And after this stunt you just pulled, you'll never be in the Bolt council. " Harry continued taunting him, feeling even more sorrow claw at his heart in different ways. Louis can't even explain the fury he feels right now.