Thunder {Louis Tomlinson AU}

twenty-four

-Athena-

"Keep your eyes on the monitors at all times, Shahid. If they come into the city, I want to be informed. Understood?" I heard someone dictate, my eyes opening slightly. I looked around, a dirty floor underneath me, along with a pile of hair - my hair, it seemed. I looked up from the floor and saw dust particles floating around, a rusty smell flooding my nostrils. Where was I?

"Sir," A female voice spoke. "The helicopter's camera revealed that Louis was coming for us."

"Do tell me: did he look heartbroken?"

"Completely gutted, sir." This caused everyone around to laugh, making me not only angry, but heartbroken. Louis chased a helicopter just to save me? "I think our prized possession is awake."

I opened my eyes completely,l and looked up, only to find Zayn standing in front of me with a grin on his face. I tried to lounge at him, but I was restricted by metal shackles around my hands and feet. I jerked forward a few more times, before Zayn chuckled loudly. "Good afternoon, Athena. Have a good sleep?"

"How long have I been here?" I hissed, my eyes staring at him with hatred and disgust. "Where am I?"

"Why, you're in New York, of course. You've been here for a few days, now." He replied, walking closer towards me. When he stepped into the light, I noticed his hair was now dyed green and almost a buzzcut. It was terrible.

I stifled a laugh, which caused him to look at weirdly. "Care to explain what's so funny?"

"Your hair, that's what's funny." I said, bitting down on my bottom lip. "You remind me of Shrek, your sausage friend back there being donkey-" A stinging pain coursed through my body, as I closed my eyes and whimpered quietly.

"I'd watch what you say, love. Your mouth could get you in an awful lot of trouble." Zayn said to me, as he placed a finger under my chin and forced me to look at him. "Understand?" I nodded slowly. "Good. Now Athena," He continued, turning on his heels and walking away from me slowly, my eyes fixated on my thighs. "Why did you kill Niall?"

Because he tried to kill me and my team?

"Self-defense." Zayn laughed, crossing his arms and facing me with a smug look on his face. Why was this fool laughing? He's always laughing. Freaking sadist, that's what he is.

"But you are the infamous Bolt!" The female with platinum blonde hair - Perrie, I think is her name - exclaimed dramatically. "I thought you didn't believe in self-defense?"

"You made a living killing innocent people, just like Niall." Another female - Jesy, I believe - said.

"Niall was far from innocent and you know it!" I yelled. "He made me kill all those people."

"And yet, you must live with their blood on your hands for the rest of your life." Perrie spoke, standing beside Zayn and clinging to him like a kola, his arm around her waist.

I wanted to attack her. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and smash her face into the floor. But alas, I'm tied up. "What do you want from me?" I asked quietly. Zayn pulled away from Perrie and headed towards me, his arms across his chest.

"As soon as your husband and team members step foot into Times Square, we are going to send a little video for everyone to see." He began. I stared at him as he slowly walked around me in a circle, his arms now behind his back. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head slowly, making me conclude that he needed mental help. "You are going to tell everyone who you are. Your name and, of course, your alter ego name. You'll explain yourself to everyone." My eyes widened at the plan, making my heartbeat accelerate. He couldn't be serious. I would be committing suicide by revealing myself to everyone, especially to the New Yorkers. "That way, when you die, everyone will be happy."