Maniacal [ziam]

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present day (2015)

"What are you doing?" Louis asks as Zayn types furiosly on his laptop.

"Project."

He tries to lean over Zayn's shoulder to read his screen, but Zayn shifts the laptop slightly out of Louis' view.

"What project?"

"The one where I research how to castrate my brother without our parents finding out because he wouldn't leave my room."

Zayn says it seriously so that Louis believes he's mad at him, but the smile threatening to spread on Zayn's face gives him away.

"Tell me how it goes then." he plants a sloppy kiss on Zayn's cheek and leaves his room.

Zayn focuses again on the problem at hand.

The header of his Word document reads: 'How Lizzie Borden Could Have Gotten Away With Her Murders in Today's Age"

But what next? How would she have gotten away with it? It's not like this was something he could just look up online, it'd be harder than that.

He'd have to be discreet, that's for sure. This would have to be planned out so carefully that it may take months before he can even start to think about going into action.

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Saturday is a sunny day so Zayn decides to take a walk. It gives him time to think about his first steps to complete his... project.

First of all, he needs to figure out his weapon source. He owns no weapons, though.

"This is going to be way harder than I thought." he whispers to himself.

A distinct yell comes from around the corner, but Zayn chooses to ignore it, it's probably just some kids playing around.

He keeps walking and thinks about his choices of weaponry. A gun is too obvious, knives are too risky, maybe he could use a large wrecking ball?

A small boy scurries out from an alleyway as Zayn approaches it. He looks like he should still be in elementary school and his clothes are packed with mud from the rain that had been falling the previous day.

"Sir!" he screams running to Zayn," Please help me, help me." he all but begs and Zayn feels sympathy for him.

Just then, a group of slightly bigger boys leaves the alleyway.

One of them catches sight of the small boy and glares, "You little shit."

He whimpers and cowers behind Zayn, "I didn't mean to, I promise! Please stop!"

The group starts to approach the boy and Zayn completely blocks their pathway.

"Little past your bedtime innit'?" he asks with a mocking tone, "Why are you out here bothering this fella?"

The one boy who spoke earliee glares harder, "Homeless little freak thinks he can take my food when I'm not looking!"

"I-I didn't mean to." the boy trembles, "It was- it was on the table and-and no one w-was there so I took it. I haven't- I haven't eaten in two days."

"That's what you deserve you cunt!" the speaker tries to lunge at the boy, but Zayn catches him by the neck.

"Listen," he says calmly, slowly tightening his grip on his neck, "I want you to leave fella alone or we'll have some problems. I don't care if you're ten, eleven, twelve, or thirty-five. I will snap. Your. Neck." the grip tightens to accent every word, "Clear?"

He lets the speaker go and he drops to the ground, gasping for breath.

"I said, are. We. Clear?"

"Y-yes." the speaker stutters and him and his group take off, away from Zayn.

"Thank you." the boy whispers.

"You have a mom?" Zayn asks and the boy nods, "Here. I want you both to eat tonight." he hands the boy and fifty dollar bill* and starts to head home.

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*story takes place in England, but I only know American money so

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