Abducted By Styles [IN RE-EDITING]

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A/N: Oh mah gawd we've reached chapter 57. As you can probably tell, this book is slowly wrapping up...I don't know if I told you before but most likely ABS is going to be 68 chapters+ Epilogue. Happy reading babes xx. M.

SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER: DIANA by ONE DIRECTION

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H A R R Y

I sit there for about twenty minutes, frozen in thought. Shock would be an overstatement because it isn't that. Confusion would be an understatement because it isn't that either. I guess its just knowingness- I knew all along that these types of things would have to happen in order to get Caroline back. Something that would be inevitable. After all, the Mighties want to kill her...

And so did I at one point of my ongoing sad life.

With a plan in mind, I slowly rise from the bushes and glance behind my shoulder: Fumbling with my dissociative thoughts, my hands clutch the ropes and knife to the side of my body. I travel in the direction opposite of the direct, glimmering moonlight in hope that no one would see me. My body is even too sore and too weak to run- I think I sprained my ankle when I fell down the hill.

"Boys! Come this way." I hear a loud voice command from a distance. My eyes widen as I start to run into the emptiest part of the forest where the naked, nearly dead trees bunch up together. I hide behind one of them, being careful not to utter even a sound.

My heart thrashes against my ribcage as my breaths starts to lose pace. However, I manage to hold in the exhausted sounds that threaten to leave me. Thinking quick, I tie the long rope to the tree, setting up a trap for anyone that comes by. I cower behind the thick trunk again, watching as a lonely man runs past it- and surely, steps foot into my smart trap.

"Ah shit!" He curses as I instantly pull down hard on the rope, causing him to hang upside down from the tree. Appearing in front of him with a snarly, grim expression, I thrust the knife in my hand to his throat.

"Where is the Fair Maiden?" I know he wouldn't understand who I am referring to if I say Caroline, so the code name bitterly rolls from my tongue. The man that's hanging upside down has a deep smirk with an evil twinkle in his eyes. Though, it seems more like fear to me. "If you yell for help, consider that as the moment you take your last breath."

He chuckles, his dark shirt bunching up over his stomach as his hanging body swings from side to side. "That's all you want to know?" Confusion invades my thoughts, but I manage to bring myself together and nod my head while still having the knife to his neck.

"She's in Mightera's dungeons. In the coldest cell, living through hell in that specially marked room we threw her in. Starving and powerless. Some guards have tried to rape her...bloody hell, she has an amazing body. I love to fantasize the way her sexy hips would grind into my co-" With that, I slit his throat gruesomely. His blood splatters onto my cheeks, forehead and eyes.

By the time the guard's hanging body falls limp, my eyes are violently wide- my face burning hot, blood boiling and my breathing is rigid and shaky. It was all too much to take; his words slowly broke me. I don't think I can deny the fact that what he said isn't true. I just know it is...

Because it's what a Mighty does.

My stare bores into the soulless, empty eyes of the man hanging in front of me. The lump in my throat gets larger when what I realize what I've done. It hits me like a brick wall. (A/N: Probably one of the corniest lines in this book yet haha.)

Swallowing, I slowly slide the bloody knife into my pocket. I reach into the pocket of the guard and find just what I need: A black candle and a loaded gun. My frigid, weak legs run with all force, my mind not wanting to think about the dead body I left hanging from the tree.