The Worst Intentions (Larry)

10. Save Our Selves (II)

I'm sure you're all big kids, but here's your warning: this chapter is gonna be a lil violent/graphic. Enjoy!

*btw: regular = present and italics = past

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Harry was simply numb; hadn't moved from the spot he had sunken at for who knows how long (he's starting to think he's developing a habit).

It all played out on a loop in his mind, and he found he didn't even have the energy to feel sad or terrified, let alone the need to plead for the horrific images to go away.

Elijah made the first move, which came as a surprise to nobody. Matthew made to go to him, but Nicholas blocked his way, so Louis ended up being the one to meet him halfway. While the two hot-heads each dodged as many punches as they threw, everyone else followed along.

Perrie went for the nearest supernaturals and Zayn practically charged over to Lewi, sending them both toppling to the muddy ground.

Matthew and Nicholas kept in the center of everything, eyes unwavering on one another and stances ready to kill, yet neither made an actual move.

Neither did Harry.

He looked up at the seemingly dreary night sky, eyes glazed over with unshed tears. The voices talking all around him fell on deaf ears.

Harry knew that he needed to move, needed to close the distance between his self and the few wolves that were getting dangerously close to Perrie; he needed to put his still seemingly new powers to use, because he was sure that none of them were aware of what he could do, and that added element of surprise – no matter how briefly it lasted – would help them.

His legs only caught up with his brain when one of the wolves came a little too close to biting the tiny blonde's arm, so with a newfound motivation he was quick to reach her and use the air to shove them away. Air cooperated with him most.

A single tear managed to escape and slide down his cheek, soon followed by many others, but he didn't bother wiping them away.

They were all occupied, and the fact that there were two more groups on the side just waiting for the perfect moment to attack didn't fail to register in any of their minds.

They were all aware, but when it actually happened none of them were remotely prepared.

Elijah took advantage of the one second that Louis paused – his mind yelling at him to keep fighting while his heart begged for him to go to Harry – grabbing him by the throat and pinning him to the floor. Grinning maliciously, Elijah began tightening his grip, easily ignoring the fingers that hastily attempted to pry him off.

Zayn was struggling a little ways away. Though Lewi and he had the same power, the former was way more advanced and didn't need to actually look at someone to get them to do what he wanted. The black-haired could fight it, but it was starting to become increasingly hard to keep the third council member's manipulative voice out of his head.

Harry tried his damnedest to block anyone that came near Perrie, but there were just too many and they were way too skilled. So when more came out of the shadows, Harry sort of knew what was going to happen before it even did.