The Mentally Brave

Chapter 24

"Noo" I scream again falling to my knees by Tom's side. 'Well well' I hear the doctor think with a hint of delight. I can't understand what he's so happy about- he just killed Tom, but then it dawns on me I just showed him what I can do. I look down at Tom a perfect hole between his eyes, the blue staring up at me lifeless. The doctor shift back and flicks the switch next to the light.
"Now Lizzie" He smiles "I knew from the start you looked familiar, though you had fooled me with the blond hair, the American accent.. No glasses today?" He raises his eye brows. I don't answer him. I am frozen, tears streaming down my face as my eyes are glued to Tom.
"Why would you do that? Kill one of your own?" Niall asks him, his eyes red.
"It's all part of a bigger plan.. now back in your cell if you don't want to be next". Niall and Luke do as they're told. A guard comes in to lock us up. I won't move from my spot by Tom's body. This is not part of the plan. How did this go so wrong? I let out a sob. The pool of blood at the back of his head grows getting to my knees and staining my jeans.
"Up you get love" The Doctor says, such delight in his voice. The guard touches my shoulder to pick me up to my feet. I give a sharp turn of my head and try pushing him away from me with my mind. Nothing happens.
"Don't look so shocked Lizzie darling" the doctor is proud of himself "You see, I was nice and welcoming until you crossed me"
"So welcoming.. Salute to you" I answer bitterly wiping my cheeks
"There is that sarcasm of yours.. for a moment I thought I turned it off with your powers" he beams.
"You turned off our powers?!" A look of horror on Luke's face.
"I did" Dr. Cowell is a gloating peacock. "Niall felt it the moment I flicked the switch didn't you mate?" Niall is sitting on the metal bench in his cell looking at the floor.
"How can you do that?" I wonder out loud.
"You see, the sensors in the room work on the part of your brain that provides your abilities. You always wanted to be plain like the regular humans.. For now you got your wish" with that he turns and leaves. The guard pulls me up and shoves me into my cell, locking the door after me. Another comes in to the room. He takes hold of Tom's feet while the one who locked us up takes hold of his arms. They pick him up and carry him out.
I kick the wall of the cell, letting out a cry "This is all my fault"
"Lizzie, calm down." Niall gets up from his seat, and walks to the bars of his cell, closing his hands over them.
"I can't teleport out" Luke is squeezing his eyes shut, trying his best to port out, but with no success.
"You can't teleport out, just like Niall can't calm us down" I bang my head at the bars with frustration.
"Lizzie stop it, we need to think" Niall is resting his head against the cool metal looking from me to Luke.
I feel something vibrate. I take out the phone from my back pocket.
"The phone" Luke's eyes grow big, seeing the mobile in my hand
"Harry" I try and keep my voice from cracking.
"Is Tom really dead?" He sounds gutted.
"How did you- The glasses" I remember the little camera attached to Niall's glasses.
"Come back to the suite now" Harry commands
"Harry, we can't" My voice is shaking finally saying the truth of our situation aloud. Even though they have a visual, they don't have sound, so they don't know we are without our abilities.
"Get Luke and teleport out" He is confused to why we haven't done it yet.
"The doctor turned off our abilities, we are locked in, with no way out" I take a deep breath, so I won't sound as broken as I am.
"Lizzie, take another deep breath" Harry says softly.
I do as I told, though it triggers new tears.
"Damn it" Harry mutters under his breath "Lizzie listen to me, I will get you out even if it's the last thing I do I promise you"
"Liz, someone's coming" Niall whispers in an anxious manner.
"Someone's coming I have to go" I say and shut off the call, shoving the phone back in my pocket and pulling my top down to try and cover the bump.
"You" A big man points at me as he walks into the room. He is heavy, with big tattoos on his arms, he has a scar running down his eye making that eye pull down a little, giving him a more creepy vibe, then without it.
"Na.. That's ok, I rather stay here" I wave him off and turn my back to him, using that moment to wipe away my tears, so I won't appear as weak as I truly am.
"You come with me now" He shouts banging on the metal making it shake.
"Take me instead" Niall volunteers.
"No! He asked for the girl" scar face grumbles.
"Gosh, I am truly honored but I feel like staying, catching up on some beauty sleep" I know I am pushing too hard, but I just can't help it. I hate having this bloke shouting orders at me. I hate seeing my friends in these men size cages, and I hate seeing the blood stains on my jeans reminding me of Tom's lifeless blue eyes, reminding me that this is all- my fault.
"Come with me" Scar face opens the cell gate to let me out. I glance over to Niall, he gives me a little nod. Scar face grabs my arm tightly and pushes me out of the room.
"You cause a lot of trouble" He whispers in my ear. His breath smells really bad. Of spoiled milk and fish. I feel like gagging.
"Your friend was just like you, but I showed her what happens to trouble makers"
I glance up at his face. This is the man that hurt Perrie. This is the man she was so afraid of. I promise myself I will make him pay for his actions. For Perrie, and for all the other people he hurt.
I am shoved in a room, with no windows but one. It looks like those interrogation rooms you see on telly. The window is a one way window, for the people on the other side to look in.
Scar face stands in front, staring at me with a sly look upon his face.
I look around the room taking it all in. it has grey walls, the kind that makes your bones cold. The floor is white with some stain marks on it. As I am wondering if the stains are old blood a voice speaks from the speakers above our heads "You may proceed"
A big smile spreads across the man's scared face.
"Yeah, sure.. proceed with what exactly?" I am looking up at the speaker where the voice came out from.
"Proceed this" Scar face says holding up his hand to me, than squeezing it shut.
I feel my throat close. I look at him, eyes watering from the sudden lack of air, holding my throat with both hands.
The smile widens on his face, as he lifts his closed hand up. I feel my feet lift from the floor. I am up in the air and he isn't even touching me.
He is like us, but a killing machine.
"Come on girl, I heard you're a fighter! Show me what you can do" He shouts at me.
I can't breathe, I am chocking. I kick my feet under me, kicking air. Just as I think I am losing consciousness, I am slammed against the wall, falling down on to the ground. I lift myself up slowly with my hands, coughing, filling my lungs with as much air as they can take in.
"She's no fighter, she's weak" Scar face states to the window. He glances back at me and cracks his knuckles "Get up" He orders.
I shake my head to weak to stand. Tears are streaming down my face.
"I said GET UP" He screams at me, throwing his hand up once more. I am pushed against the wall again, being held up by his mind.
"I will beat you just as I beat your friend... Will you scream out in pain like her?"
My head snaps up, taking in his last words. I will not scream! He will not hear any sound of pain coming out of my mouth, and he will pay for hurting Perrie.
I stare straight into his eyes, and manage a small smile. He watchs my face his own smile slightly fading.
I smash him against the other wall as hard as I can with my mind, with the smash he loses his grip on me, sending me sliding back down to the floor. I reach to my feet before he does.
'What the hell? I'll smash her bones' I read his mind
Before he gets the chance to move I smash his face in the wall. "That is for Perrie" I shout staring at him with hot, angry eyes. He tries raising his hand, but I bend it back until I hear a snap, flinching as I hear a icy scream escape his lips "That one is for Tom" I whisper, another tear running down my face. He starts raising his other hand. I bend it back too, and hold it there, making sure not to break it this time, "Don't! Unless you want to lose that arm as well" I tell him, understanding that his abilities aren't from his mind like mine, but from the move of his hands. I have no satisfaction in hurting him. I thought I would have, but I feel as bad as he is.
"Very well Lizzie, Now heal him" I hear the doctor's voice through the speakers.
"Heal him? You should have thought about that when you killed your healer" I stare at the one way window having a feeling they are watching me from the other side.
"I want you to heal him" He demands
"I can't.. and I won't" I cross my arm.
"Very well then" The door opens and in is pushed Niall. He falls to the ground by the force of the shove.
"Then heal your friend" The doctor says once more.
"What do you mean?" I ask. The window is blocking the thoughts of the men behind it. I look down at Niall he still has the glasses on, so I know that Harry and the others can see me now, see my beaten face.
Michael comes through the door, holding a gun up. Without wasting time I make it fly out of his hand to mine. But he is faster than me, he manages to shoot before, hitting Niall in the chest. I shove Michael back with my mind, making him trip, slamming the door shut after him. But even though I have the gun in one hand and got Michael out, Niall is still hurt.
"No! No no no no" I trumble, leaning above Niall as he falls to his back with pain. I have a flash back to what happen an hour ago with Tom. Not another death! Please no.
"Niall, Ni! You're fine, it's going to be all right" I cry. I strip off my top staying in my tank and pressing the wound with it, applying presser.
"Lizzie" I hear the doctor call me. I hold up the gun in my other hand pointing it to the door. My vision is blurred by my salty tears "Stay away or I'll shoot".
"Now there, you don't want to do anything reckless"
I take my bloody hand away from Niall and hold the gun in both hands. I press the trigger. I hit the door, but the sound of the shot is so loud in my ears, and the power of it makes me fall back.
I let the gun go, shifting back to Niall.
"Ni- Ni please talk to me" I am sobbing, pressing his wound once again.
He is looking up at me, his eyes half closed.
"Please Niall" I am chocking down my tears while shaking him so he'll open his eyes again
"Niall" I scream. I know there are people standing at the door now, but I don't care. All I want is Niall to wake up. I feel for a pulse. He still has one but it isn't strong. I pick his head up to my lap, leaning over to put presser on his injury.
"Please.. Please help me- Don't let him die" I sob to the doctor standing at the doorway.
"You can do it yourself" He says a determined look on his face.
I shake my head, wiping at my tears, leaving blood marks on my face.
"Come on Ni, you're strong, you'll pull through this" I whisper to him. As I whispered I wish I could heal him, just like Tom could. What would I give to have that ability right now? As my palms press on his wound, I feel a tingle at the tips of my fingers. That feeling spreads to the rest of my hand. As it does I can feel Niall's pulse become stronger.
"Liz" Niall whispers my name weakly.
"Ni" I look down at his wound, only the blood stains are there as proof to what just happen to him. I touch his hair, run my fingers through the damp strings. Niall sits up slowly.
"You healed me" He looks down to the bloody hole in his shirt- puzzled "How did you do that?"
"Niall" I throw myself at him, hugging his neck sobbing into his shoulder.
"I thought I lost you! I thought I lost you" I weep
"I'm all right, I'm fine" He closes his arms around me in comfort stroking my hair.
"Provo!" The doctor walked into the room clapping his hands.
I let go of Niall and reach for the gun.
"Let us go! now" I point the gun at the doctor. My hands are shaking and him and Niall noticed it.
Niall takes the gun from my hands, and holds it up himself.
"Don't you want to know how you were able to heal Niall? Aren't you curious to as how I knew you could?" The doctor arches an eye brow at us.
"I.. I- what have you done to me?" I stutter, looking down at my hands, turning them over, looking for something to be different. They look the same, only stained with Niall's blood
Before the doctor can provide me with an answer there is a beep behind us. Niall and I glance back to find Luke and Harry standing there. My mouth drops open with shock.
"Quick Luke- take Niall" Harry orders. I am handed the gun, as Luke takes hold of Niall's hand and after a beep they both disappear. It all happened so fast. I have to look twice at Harry and the gun in my hand to realize he is really standing here in the room with me. Forgetting where we are, and the situation we're in, I run to Harry ready to close my arms around his waist. As I do he slips the gun out of my hand, tucking it in the back of his jeans. Then he brings his arms around me in a squeeze returning the hug. "Harry, Tom's dead, they shot Niall, and you're here" Tears of relief run down my cheeks. I know that as long as Harry is by my side I am safe.
I feel Harry tense as he watches the men at the door. I let go of him and turn to look. Harry pushes me to stand behind him, shielding me with his body. I put my finger through the loop of his jeans holding on close to him. Peeking through the crack in between Harry's arm and body at the smile on Dr. Cowell's face "Hello Son, I was wondering when you might be joining"