Hurts Like Heaven (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3 - Guillotine

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Chapter 3 - Guillotine

Recap:

"Is it decided then? Good... Then it is clear, the assassin shall be killed by dawn."

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Louis' p.o.v

My hands were tightly bound behind my back as two big guards silently lead me down a long, empty hallway. The hallway was dark but dim lights made it able for me to see a big, brown door at the end of the corridor.

There was no windows but I already knew that the sun was about to rise. Afterall, my death was planned to be by dawn, wasn't it?

Outside the door there was another guard who nodded curtly to the guards who held me as we stopped infront of him. Without speaking, he opened the door. He obviously knew why we were there. Inside I was greeted by probably a third of all of the Xenos in the entire building.

Xenos were spread all around the world, there weren't too many of them. They usually stayed in smaller groups, but in many cities. In the room there was about 15 persons, and all of them stared at me with pleased grins.

All except, 3 familiar faces. It was that blonde kid I had nearly killed once, the brunette who had quickly ran to his side once I had dropped the blonde and last but not least, curly. His green eyes stared intently at me with worry and I couldn't help but wonder why.

Why would a xenos care, if that's what he did, for a assassin like me? We were sworn enemies, fighting against each other.

My head was turned towards my so called audience, but as the guards violently pushed my body forwards, my gaze turned towards the object that stood in the middle of the room.

I nearly collapsed in laughter right there and then, but I managed to keep my face the same as before, blank and without showing any emotions. I thought that maybe they'd try to shoot me but no, right in the middle of the room there was nothing but the famous decapitation machine. A guillotine.

The sharp silver knife, if that's what you'd like to call it, shone in the bright light that came from the lights. There were two wooden planks, formed to fit a head. Figures, I thought. Why wouldn't they want the head of the most strongest assassin they've met as a trophy?

Too bad they ain't getting one.

I walked slowly towards the sharp object and glanced around the room, putting on a nervous act. I stared pleadingly at the three young boys I'd recognized as I had entered the room, and gulped loudly. The audience seemed even more pleased as they noticed my nervous actions.

I was pushed down on my knees infront of the guillotine and my neck was safely locked between the two wooden planks. I relaxed the muscles in my neck as I glanced sidewards towards the rope which would drop the knife and the wooden pole that could released the wooden planks grip on me. It was out of my reach.

"I guess I'm screwed, right?" I joked, hoping to distract the guard who would release the rope. And hopefully, give me more time to realize how I'd get free. Seems impossible, doesn't it?

The audience and the person I knew was the boss, chuckled darkly.

"Yes. Have a nice time in hell," the boss said and signalled for the guard to release his grip on the rope and let the knife fall. One by one the guard released one finger as if to frighten me.

His fingers left the rope completely.

In one swift move I swinged my right leg so quickly that it was almost unnoticable, and pushed the wooden pole down. The planks released its grip on me and I stood up quickly and pushed the guard down infront of me.

It had all taken less than 5 seconds and the knife slashed down on the man's neck, decapitating him. Blood spluttered everywhere and his head fell to the floor with a dunk. The empty eyes stared coldly at the audience.

No one in the audience had barely had anytime to react or notice before I pulled out a knife and gun that I had hidden in my underwear. Stupid little xenos didn't even inspect me for any weapons before they took me to my execution.

Pity, really. Maybe they'd be alive now and I'd be the dead one if they had. I shot down 5 people and threw the knife at a man that was probably in his fifties. Two persons quickly opened the door and ran out the room, either fleeing or getting more guards.

I had to act quickly or I'd never make it out of here. I shot another four people and rushed forward to the person I'd stabbed and pulled out the knife.

Whilst running towars the dead man, I had pointed my gun toward the four last remaining. It was the blonde, brunette, curly and the boss. Smirking big and wildly I walked towards the frozen and scared man. He may be their leader, but he was the most cowardly of them all.

He depended on other people to protect him, when in reality, he probably didn't even know how to fight.

"Please, I-" His pleading voice was interupted as my knife accurately hit his chest, right where his heart was. Blood pumped fast from his wound. Blood filled his throat and choked him and he gasped for breath before his body went still, leaving two empty pupils staring up at me.

I pulled the knife out of his chest and looked up for the three lads and found them running to the door. They were all pretty young and even though the curly haired seemed very experienced, I was faster than them.

I reached the door before them and shut it hard, making the walls shake. In one swift motion I grabbed the brunett boy, and held my arm around his neck, pressing the bloody knife, that had already taken many life's, to his throat.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I smirked and pressed the knife harder againts the boys throat as the blonde gasped. His eyes filled with tears and the boy in my arms gasped for breath as he tried to fight. It was to no use though, I was much more experienced and stronger.

The curly haired man seemed to have a inner battle with himself as he stared between my face and the brunett's.

Suddenly pressure was added from the other side of the door as new guards tried to get in. They were probably many but with the weight of both me, my muscles and the brunett, I easily managed to keep the door closed.

"I'll do whatever you want just, please, let him go," the blonde boy, who I suddenly remembered the brunett had called Niall, begged as tears fell freely down his cheeks.

"Oh, anything, you say?" I grinned, enjoying the two boys reactions as I pressed the knife's blade harder against the man's throat. It was hard enough to hurt him and blood slowly slipped down his chest.

A whimper escaped Niall's mouth and he sobbed harder as he pressed, "Anything," through his lips. My grip around the boy's neck loosened enough for him to breath and he gasped, trying to fill his empty lungs with oxygen.

Niall relaxed a little and I tightened my grip on the brunette, pushing the knife even harder than before into his skin and even more blood fell, quicker than before. I pressed the knife harder and harder when finally, curly spoke.

"Stop!"

My gaze moved from the blood running down the boy's neck to him. I momentarily loosened my grip and cocked an eyebrow as if to say, 'yes?'

The door which I was leaning against, suddenly had even more pressure against it and I, in a weak moment, stumbled. The door was thrown open but I quickly gained my balance and tightened my grip on the brunette once more.

A guard stood right infront of me, a gun pointed towards me. He didn't really seem to care that to kill me, he'd had to kill the boy in my arms too.

Niall sobbed harder and tried to throw himself forward, infront of us, but was stopped by the curly haired guy.

"Harry, let me go!" He screamed but Harry did not let him go, nor did any guard pay him any attention. The guard clicked the pistol, getting ready to shoot.

"Wait!" Harry's raspy voice suddenly stopped him and everyone turned to look at him.

"I have a better idea."