Super Powers, Super Friends, and Super Love. (Larry Stylinson fan-fiction)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

**Louis' Point Of View**

"What do you mean?"

"I'm meaning, maybe we could get out!"

"Why would we want to escape though?"

"Maybe because, they're lying. What if they poison us with the drug to take away our power, and kill us so they get our special power and use it for bad."

"Now why would they do that?"

"They're evil! Have you even seen Liam?! He has millions of little needles everywhere on his body!"

"Now how would you know that?"

"Because I've seen them myself."

"How did you do that?"

"I transformed, what do you fucking think?!"

"How did you get into his room though?"

"There's a hole on the bottom of the wall that I fit through."

"And you just...Went under there? Don't you have no ability to transform though?"

"Lou, those drugs don't have any effect on me."

I looked at Zayn's perfectly sculpted face, and back down at my ankles which were bound up in rough ropes that had needles sticking into my skin. I sighed, and tried moving my wrists around, only to growl in pain as I dragged a needle through my skin and made a cut.

Blood started trickling down my skin as the cut got deeper from the other needles carving into that cut, dragging the skin across.

"Damn, Lou..." Zayn whispered, walking over to me, and lightly pressing a finger to the blood, before pulling it away, having the tip of his finger being covered in the red liquid.

"Get out..." I whispered, as I hung my head down.

Zayn kept on tapping his finger to my wrist, and pulling back, just to wipe his finger on his pants. "Lou, I'm trying to help you."

I growled lowly, and rose my head up to glare at Zayn. "Get out!" I yelled, and he jumped in fright.

"I-I-I'm sorry, Lou..." He said, before running out.

I glared as Zayn ran out, and soon, I felt a light liquid spill from my eye. I hung my head low, and began to heave silent sobs.

**Liam's Point Of View**

I twisted my wrist, hissing as the red thick liquid spilled down my arm, but I kept on twisting my wrist, until my whole wrist was covered in the red blood.

I kept on twisting, feeling the skin rip, and I soon enough got my wrist out from under the metal. I flicked my arm, flinging the blood all over the gray floor, and I started working on my other wrist, doing the same thing.

Whenever both wrists were free, I bent down, and started pulling apart the rough ropes from my ankles and upper leg. Whenever I freed myself, I took off my white polo shirt, and wiped down my arms, making the shirt blood red, and I took out the biggest needle from both of my wrists and ankles.

I then walked next to the door, adjusting the needle in my fingers, and then sticking it into the lock. I grabbed the other needle, and put it on top of the first needle, and adjusted those around, before I heard a click.

I grinned in success, and placed my hand on the handle, twisting my wrist, trying to open it, but it didn't budge. I groaned, and looked above the handle to see another lock, and grabbed the two needles that were in my ankles, placing them both in that, twisting them around, before that clicked, and I tried opening to door again, to be greeted by the cold air conditioning.

I smiled, and walked out, looking around to see nobody down the long, dark gray hallway, and tip-toed down three doors to hear screaming and yelling, and I opened that door to see a curly haired lad thrashing around in his chair, and I smiled to have found Harry.

"Harry..." I whispered harshly, and the lad's head shot up and his gaze locked with mine.

"Liam?!" He screeched, and began thrashing around even more.

I inhaled sharply, and ran over to the Holmes Chapel lad, holding down his arms, and he looked at my confusedly.

"Stop thrashing." I said.

"Why?" He asked.

I let go of one arm, and showed him my opened-up, still bleeding, wrist. "That happens." I explained, and his eyes widened, before he nodded his head wildly.

I nodded, and began working on his ropes that were tying down his wrists. "Okay, now, whenever you get out, you'll have to take out your needles, if you have any, and then you need to run out of here." I said.

He looked at me. "Why would I want to run out of here?" He asked.

I looked back up at him, pulling back the last rope. "Don't you want to get out of here?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No. But, if something bad happens, I'm bringing Louis with me." He said.

I nodded, and began working on his other wrist. "So...From out of the blue..." I began, catching his attention once more. "How was the shagging?" I asked.

He chuckled. "Really, Li? Whenever we're on the verge of maybe dying, you ask how my sex life is?" He asked.

I shrugged. "Well, if we are dying, I at least want to know who topped."

"Louis did." He said.

I looked up at the taller lad. "Really? I would think you would be the more dominant one..." I said.

He shook his head. "No...Louis actually is the more powerful."

"That's weird. Since he's smaller."

"Not smaller in everything..." Harry mumbled.

I ripped away the last of the ropes and looked at him with the did not need to know that look. "To much information..." I said.

He chuckled. "You wanted to know about my sex life." He said.

I got onto my knees, and began working on his ankle's chains. "Well, I didn't need to know that much, Harry."

He laughed. "It seems like you really did want to know."

"No, I didn't." I said.

He stretched out his feet in an odd way, and grinned. "That big." He said, and I slapped his feet, making him burst into laughter.

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Sorry for the tiny chapter. I'm listening to SiriusXM Hits 1 and right now Die Young by : Ke$ha just came on, and I was like. "WHOA NOW."

But yeah, that's a chappie for y'all ghost readers.

DON'T FIGHT MAKE LOVE *kiss kiss*

~Tom Cruise