Faceless [H.S]

Suspicious. 23

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

HARRY'S P.O.V

"Who the fuck do you work for? Huh? Tell me!" Zayn's knuckles cracked unforgivingly on this random man's cheekbones; blood rushing to the surface in a deep maroon. "Who the fuck is running this? I swear to God, I'll fuckin' kill you!"

I played with the knife in my hands, looking around at everyone behind my mask. Jackie was right next to Zayn, gun angled downward as she stood there menacingly. I stayed quiet, watching it all unfold. A smile danced on my lips, enjoying the violent scene. I felt at ease.

"I'm liberated," was all the man muttered. "I'm-I'm not--"

Jackie flung her foot toward his jaw, kicking it so hard I'm surprised it didn't fly off of his shoulders. The sound of his deep guttural scream echoed within the basement of one of our locations; his whimpers reverberating throughout my skull.

"Don't fucking play with me. Liam is dead, but someone's running this stupid Liberated shit after him, tell me what you know." she snapped.

Zayn let the collar of his shirt go and he fell with a hard thud, sputtering and choking on his own blood. He was on the brink of death with the beating.

"I'm l-l-liberated. Sa-sac-sacri-" He tried to speak, but Jackie kicked him again.

Zayn looked at me, huffing a bit. "Finish him for me, 'e's not gonna say anythin'."

I nodded. Walking toward him, I leaned forward, gripping him by his short hair. He didn't flinch, he didn't whimper, he just looked at me, a smile on his face.

"F-for Li-Lia-"

I dug my knife deep into his neck, his screams beginning again until he gargled and gagged; showing that he was finally dead. He dropped, a final twitch leaving his body and then Jackie shot him in the head.

"Fuckin hell." Zayn wiped his hands on his black pants. "They won't say shit."

"They act like Liam is some fucking God," Jackie said. "They won't say anything. Who the fuck knows how big this group is..."

"Why are we acting like we aren't Faceless?" Zayn asked. "We're bigger than whatever they are, we own the city."

Jackie sighed, putting her head down. "I think James is scared."

My head whipped toward her. "Of?"

Jackie pulled her mask up, revealing her sweaty flushed faced. She took in a deep breath.

"Why was Faceless created?" She asked me, finally. Her brown eyes were firm, locked on to me. 

"To make the world better," Zayn replied for me. "Why are you asking--"

"Wasn't talking to you but--exactly. To make the world better. But, people still hate us, do they not?" She looked at Zayn now. "They're scared of us."

"How could they not be? We kill people, and they know that we can get away with it all." Zayn seemed confused. "Do you have a point?"

"We kill people who we think are bad. Think. What we think is a bad person some people view as a martyr, some fucking legend. These rapists we kill? Those are some peoples dad's... mom's, even. Those random idiots who steal and rob from us, those are people's kids. How we view them is not how some other's view them. What I'm trying to say is, who are we to pick and choose who's bad and good? Who am I?" Jackie's voice was quiet, now. Lower, and monotone. "I think that Faceless' time is running out. And Liam created Liberated to try and show how these fucking bad people--these idiots--these people who need to suffer for what they do--could feel powerful. Feel... Liberated."

She pointed toward the random body. "Fucks' sake, we killed this man because he didn't tell us anything. We're killing now just to fucking kill. Harry--"

When I heard my name, I tilted my head, staring at her. She never called me that. Zayn even seemed taken aback.

"When you joined Faceless, what were you promised?"

I was quiet.

"Safety, money, the life you desire, no?" She asked. "You don't think everything is just... suspicious? Why James doesn't give details on certain people, why some random members disappear... we have eyes everywhere he says... I think he means he has eyes on us."

I pressed my lips together, Zayn quiet as well.

"I-I didn't join Faceless to become a mindless fucking... slave, to James. I wanted to feel like a part of something. That's what they're doing. These Liberated members. I don't know, I don't like it."

"What, you wanna join Liberated? Be a fucking sheep?" Zayn snapped. 

I knew what she was saying. James recently had been on a power high; ordering us around more than usual. I killed so many Liberated members this week, I lost count. But, I had no issue killing. I enjoyed it. I knew what I was getting into. I read the contracts. But it was different now.

"Zayn, you're missing my point. The point is not everything is what it seems. James is getting power hungry--he's mad at Liberated not just because it's Liam, but it's something deeper... he wants to stay on top. He's scared Liberated will do that. He doesn't want to lose his power. His title. If Liberated comes and gets bigger. Stronger. Scarier... then what?"

"We kill them all," Zayn grunted. "I'll die for Faceless."

"And they'll die for Liberated," Jackie stated, in rebuttal. "Look at how you're acting..."

"You knew what the fuck you joined!" Zayn shouted. "You knew who you were working for!"

"No, I just knew what I was working against!" Jackie pulled her mask off entirely, glaring at Zayn. "Something's up, I think there will be war."

"So bring it."

Gunshots were suddenly heard, and instantly we all ducked. Jackie dropped down and Zayn grabbed at her, shielding her with his body. "Fuck--"

Our feet moved rapidly and we found a big crate, hiding behind it. Who the fuck was here, and how the fuck did they find us? This location was hidden, and there were many guards here. So how the fuck--

"Where the fuck are you fuckers at?" An unknown voice wrung out. "Come out, just wanna talk."

We stayed completely silent and another gunshot came.

"Told the cops some Faceless fucks were here, so you might wanna come and talk now."