I Kidnapped Harry Styles

Chapter 20 - Do you eat babies?

I pulled up at my new safe house, looking around to see if anyone was in sight. Spotting no-one, I grabbed my stuff and walked inside. I began searching the premises for enemy spies. Seeing nothing, except for a rat (which I froze and chucked outside), I went back outside to grab my stuff.

There was someone leaning against my motorbike. He was about 6 ft 5, well built and of course, he looked like he could snap my small 5 ft 5 frame in half.

"Hi love. So, nice bike." he said, stretching. I caught sight of a gun in his coat and froze. He must of realized that I saw it, and he sent me a chilling smile.

"Thanks. Would you like to tell me why you are here?" I asked, my voice going cold.

"Well, you see, my boss wants you and that little pop star dead. Where is he by the way?" Thoughts of yesterday and today's events crossed my mind, and tears threatened to spill, but I kept my cold Façade.

"Oh no, did I strike a nerve, little girl?"

I looked the man in the eye, and began to walk towards him.

"Not at all. In fact maybe you could help me?" I stopped in front of him, and placed one hand on his chest, and the other on the side of his face. He gulped.

"With what?" He stated. I batted my eyes at him.

"Well, could you open my motorbike's seat?" I said in a sweet voice.

"Why?"

"Because. You wouldn't argue with me? You know I think we could be great friends..."

He looked surprised, but obliged, and openned my motorbike seat. I lent around him, and grabbed my small pocketknife. I hid it in my hand.

I put both hands on his face, and lent in. He copied my action, and his eyes fluttered shut. I took his weakened state as a chance to flip open the knife. I pressed it to his throat, and his eyes flickered open.

"Why you little..." He began, but I cut him off by pressing the knife harder to his throat.

"You listen here. You can go back to Mr Shive and tell him to leave us alone, okay? Or I will not hesitate to put a bullet through your head right this second. Do you understand?" I hissed.

He nodded, and I removed the knife from his throat. I turned around to walk inside, when suddenly a harsh pain in my leg stopped me. I looked down to find a small throwing knife had been stuck in my leg, by the man. Blood trickled down my leg. I turned around.

"Wrong move mate." I ripped the knife out of my leg and threw it at him. It struck his shoulder and he hissed in pain. He ripped out his gun and fired three shots. Two missed, and one breezed by my arm. I ran towards him and kicked him in the face, before punching him in the stomach. He threw punches at me, which I dodged.

He suddenly kicked me in the stomach. I fell to the ground, winded. He cocked his gun at my head.

"Now, you die." He growled. "Any last words?"

"Yeah. Do you eat babies for breakfast?"

He growled. I grabbed a rock, which lay next my head, and threw it into a bus nearby. The bush rustled, and the man looked towards it. I made use of the distraction, and slipped between his legs. He looked down, and found that I wasn't there.

I pointed my gun at the back of his head.

"Tell me where Mr Shive is."

"No."

"Tell me."

"Never. I swore not to. He would kill me."

"I'll kill you if you don't tell me."

"Kill me."

I kept my gun pointed at the back of his head, but he turned around.

"I forgot. You can't. You are just a little girl. Harry left you, because you are a psychopath." He began.

"How did you know?" Tears welled in my eyes.

"Just like I thought. You are just a little girl with too many feeling, which you can't control. You fell for your captive. That is weak. Your mother would have been ashamed at your behaviour. She would disown you. And to top it of? You can't kill-"

I shot him in the head. He crumpled to the floor. Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes. I was weak. I wiped my eyes.

A thought suddenly came to me. How did they find me? I destroyed the trackers. They must have been trailing me. I had to leave this safe house , even though I hadn't even stayed. I put my weapons in my motorbike's seat, before grabbing the man, and pulling him over to the bushes. I concealed his body before running back to my bike and driving away.