Captured (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 17

*Louis's P.O.V*

It took Niall AND Harry to keep Marie from wriggling around a lot. Niall and Harry had both of her wrists locked securely around her back.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a feisty one here, boys!" I said, my sarcastic side overtaking me.

The boys snickered, and watched Marie struggle.

Her nostrils were flared, eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched, and her eyes were slit. All signs that she was clearly pissed. Perhaps she wasn't used to being in a situation, where she was the victim?

Either way, she was extremely displeased.

I held my stomach a bit tighter as I snickered, preventing it from leaking any more blood. If Marie wouldn't show weakness, then neither would I. Despite recently being stabbed, I felt fine...

That was a lie. The gash in my stomach hurt like hell, and I was beginning to question how much blood I was losing. I felt a bit lightheaded, and Liam noticed.

"Do you need stitches?" Liam asked me, one eyebrow cocked.

I lifted up my shirt to display the hole in my stomach. I heard a few gags, but just rolled my eyes at them.

"I don't know, do I?" I asked, no one in particular.

"The cuts not that big, but the more you move, the more it'll stretch. The longer you leave it unattended, the more blood you'll lose. You probably don't have to get stitches, but that's the typical solution," a surprising voice suggested.

Marie.

First she stabbed me, and now she's giving me tips on how to heal? What is wrong with this girl?

"I'll stitch you up," Liam offered, breaking the silence.

The boys and I have learned to become our own little personal doctors, just in case one of us were ever injured. Just like the situation we're in right now.

"Boys! Let's go with B!" I shouted an order.

I then exited the room with Liam, ready to get stitched up.

*Marie's P.O.V*

B? That's definitely a code for a plan. What were they going to do to me? Alarmed, I tried one final time to break free from their grasp. Yet again, I was unsuccessful. Gosh, I hate being the captured one.

I heard movement and feet shuffling from behind me. I could see a hand appear in front of my face, and then a cloth was placed over my mouth.

They were trying to chloroform me. Trying to...

No one held my nose, and forced me to breath into the cloth. So instead of getting knocked out, I just stood there, breathing from my nose.

"Why isn't she unconscious yet?" I heard Niall whisper, moments later.

Zayn walked to where he was now visible in front of me. He studied me, and then face palmed himself.

"You idiots! No one blocked her nose! She can breathe right out of it!" Zayn cried, impatiently.

I heard Harry begin to laugh behind me. Zayn shot him a nasty glare, and he abruptly stopped.

I saw another hand appear in front of my face, and then block my nose. I struggled for a few seconds, but though it was useless.

I could die right now. I could let them suffocate me. In a way, I would escape them. I could be reunited with my parents. I could be free.

Then again, my father told me to never be weak. Taking the easy route out and just dying...well...that was totally weak.