Underground

27

There's been too many moments to count in the past two months that I have thought it'll be the end, of me, of seeing the world, of breathing.

It's scary but from time to time I think about it, what it would be like if it was just over, I'm not suicidal but death has been around me more then ever.

I'd get to see my dad again, a man I barely remember.

It might be peaceful, but who knows, that part of life is just a drape over a big surprise none of us know but must wait for.

But as the hand on my mouth is pushing me through a dark door I squirm, scream, and try to bite, I succeed in the bite.

"Mother F-" I hear and the lights turn on, the hand escapes me and before I can do anything I realize who's behind me.

His blue eyes look at me in between a squint as he bites his lip from trying to conceal the scream from me biting his hand.

"I'm so sorry Niall." I go over to him, for him to hand me his hand, his palm out and though there's no blood there's a small break of skin that'll bruise in the shape of my teeth.

"Nah, good on ya blondie, taking some of those training classes serious." He looks at me with a proud demeanor and I smile even though I feel bad.

"Yeah, good job blondie, you know how to use your teeth." I turn over and the sound of his voice seems more evil than when I saw him downstairs.

Anatello.

I thought maybe I'd be lucky and he'd be dead already, not having to see this. I look around the room and it almost seems like a hotel room, a black bed in the far corner and the walls painted red, I guess it's perfect for this.

Everyone is in here but Harry, they're standing around him and I'm confused, what are we waiting for.

They're staring at me but I don't know why, I look to Kimberly for a girl on girl look that can get me to maybe understand but as our eyes Catch she falls with her eyes to the black floor.

I look at Johnathan who is tied in a chair, his legs unable to move along with his arm, he looks at me with a smirk. It makes me uneasy, even more uneasy when I don't know what the plan is, I never do but as the man is tied up I can guess where this will lead to.

"So are we gonna sit here with our dicks in our hands or is there a reason I'm tied to this chair." Johnathan speaks and I look at him, and though he's annoying he's right...

What are we waiting on?

Niall beside me rolls his eyes, but then looks at me,his annoyed state diminishes when he notices I'm confused, he can tell, when he takes a deep breath he grabs my hand hauling me into the bathroom to our right. He closes the door, the light automatically turning on.

"Are we waiting for Harry?" I ask, looking at him for any answer to why we're quite literally marinating this man before we kill him.

"Harry always leaves out the gory details doesn't he." He says, almost to himself like it was an inner monologue that escaped.

"I'm not following." I shake my head with a small nervous chuckle, he continues with his eyes to the ground and his mind deciphering something.

"El, the leader of the Underground doesn't like weak people on his side." He looks around like the answer will appear on how to tell me what he is trying to do so. "And to do that he makes certain missions have certain rolls." My hearts racing more by Nialls words. "Harrys on lookout." He finally answers my question.

"Okay, so what are waiting on in here." My brows furrow.

"Well I guess that's the gory detail Harry left out." He looks up at me with sorrow in his eyes and I can already tell I won't appreciate his next words.