Captured (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 21

*Marie's P.O.V*

Training was...training. It was nothing special or out of the ordinary. It was something necessary to do before fighting. But let me tell you one thing: my little work out sessions in my room...yeah, they did crap.

I hadn't done true fighting in a year. A year is quite a long time to be slacking off for. That's why I lay sprawled out on the couch, tired, hoping that I wouldn't be sore in the morning.

The boys had woken me up bright and early, and made me start the day off with some running. Before you think I could've tried to escape again...I didn't. Not even close. All I want to do is kill Daniel. The only way I can do that, is through the boys. Therefore, I will stay with the boys long enough to kill Daniel. What happens after that? I don't know.

After the 5 mile run they had brought me on, we had went to a make shift shooting range they created on the beach. Although dangerous, the boys admitted that no one had complained about the sound yet.

I was pleased to find out that I could still shoot a gun with accurate aim. I could still punch a punching bag quickly and with great force. I am still able to defend myself with knives and any other household item. Also, I was still flexible enough to kick my leg up and at someone's head if needed.

The amount of adrenaline coursing through my body while fighting, made me confident about killing Daniel.

Although it's practically a known fact that Daniel is always one step ahead of the game, there was no way he could know my whereabouts. I hadn't been apart of the spy agency in a year. I had been off the grid. I had been blended in with other teenage girls.

Daniel probably already knew that One Direction was going to pay a visit to the club he was going to be in tomorrow night, but he wouldn't expect me to tag along too, right? No matter what, I will be there.

I sat up on the couch, stretching my muscles. Tomorrow night was the night this was all going down. Every time I would think that, it made something in my stomach twist. Through my whole spy career, I would never get nervous. But now, it finally hit me. My true enemy, would be dead tomorrow.

*Zayn's P.O.V*

I walked in to the family room to find Marie staring down at her hands, her eyebrows furrowed. I knew that right away, after hearing her reaction to Daniel's name on the phone, something in her changed.

She went through training with great dedication and focus, not saying a word. She nodded at our advice, and never complained for even a minute.

She always seemed to be thinking. Last night, I didn't hear stop pacing around her room until three in the morning. Then when we woke her up in the morning, she seemed to get up almost willingly.

The boys and I thought that she might try to escape on the run, or shoot us while she had the gun in her hands, but she surprisingly didn't.

You could tell her mind was in a far away place. As focused as she was while training, she seemed distant. I knew she thinking about Daniel.

I know I kidnapped Marie, but that doesn't mean I don't feel bad for what happened to her and her parents. If that ever happened to my parents, I don't know what I would do. Very bad things is a definite.

She was only 18, but has gone through so many things. She's fought, killed, and lost the people who mean the most to her.

That's why when I walked over to sit on the couch across from her, I came with a small smile.

It's best not to piss her off when she's in this state. Her eyes look crazy if you look at her closely. The boys and I have been tiptoeing around her. She's obviously capable of a lot more than we originally thought, if she dug a rake into someone's chest.

"What's up?" I asked, carefully.

She looked up at me, and frowned. When she saw my smile, she too tried to smile. Instead, it looked like her face twisted in a painful way. So she obviously wasn't in a happy mood right now...

"What are you thinking about?" I questioned, when she never answered my question.

"Daniel," she answered, coldly.

"He's all yours," I tried to reassure. The boys and I had already agreed to let Marie kill him on her own. We would only step in if she needed help.

"I know that already," she stated.

I sighed. The only time she talks, she sounds evil.

"Okay," I cleared my throat.

She didn't say anything, but sat up with perfect posture instead.

"Um, I'm going to find the rest of the boys. Any dinner preference?" I awkwardly tried asking her.

She shrugged her shoulders, looking back down at her hands.

"I'll eat anything," she finally whispered.

"Be right back," I lied.

Marie resembled a stone statue on the couch. She seemed so uninterested in the world. Her acting like this scared me more than when she was first feisty and violent.

I left the room, and found the rest of the boys conversing on Louis's bed upstairs. I made myself a nice spot on his bed along with everyone else.

"So Marie's been acting really strangely," I finally said.

"She's just thinking about Daniel," Louis replied. "We should all be as focused as she is."

"And she's killing him and throwing him off the west side of the rooftop?" Harry asked.

"Correct," Louis clarified.

"She can handle herself. When she's angry she can fight, man," Niall added.

"I'd say so. Her body can handle pain really well. Her stitches have already healed nicely. I've never seen someone get over something like that so fast," Liam exclaimed.

"She's a fighter, and we're just lucky she's on our side now," Louis nodded.

The rest of us murmured our agreement.

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*Marie's P.O.V*

Dinner was sufficiently awkward. The pasta Harry had made tasted fantastic though, that's for sure. But something was definitely up.

No one would talk to me. In fact, no one would talk at all. I caught Harry staring at me concerned twice, but that's about it. No one would even make eye contact with me. They all had their heads bowed down to their plates.

I almost wanted to say something, but I dismissed the idea for now. Instead, I focused on tomorrow. We were going to a club, so I would have to wear a dress and get all fancy. I would hide a gun and knife under my dress for sure.

A fork scraping against someone's plate brought me back to reality. I looked up at the boys, but everyone continued to eat, pretending they didn't hear it either.

I understand I hadn't exactly been nice to Zayn earlier, but I had a lot on my mind. One thing I hate though, is when people ignore me.

"Do you hate me that much?" I asked, no one in particular.

All the boys looked up at the same time and looked at me, before glancing at each other.

"No," Louis said simply, and then went back to eating his pasta.

"Oh," I replied, immediately going back to eating too, feeling a bit stupid.

Maybe I shouldn't have asked. Anyways, why was I worrying about the boys' opinion of me? I have bigger things to worry about.

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A/N:

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Sorry for the long wait! School is almost over, therefore teachers like to dump a bunch of homework and tests on you!

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