Stockholm Syndrome: Monster

Chapter 4: The Great Escape

   I pull out of the hug, an evil but random idea pops into my head, I stare up at him, grinning like the joker. "Harry, come closer, we don't need anyone else hearing this now do we?" I whisper seductively, forgetting about the whole reason I was crying or why Harry was hugging me. Harry shakes his head eagerly, then leans in closer. I put my lips very close to his ear where they slightly brush when I whisper, sending a shiver through Harry's body, getting even closer I shout really loud,"A POTATO FLEW AROND MY ROOM BEFORE YOU CAME" Then I take off back to the previous room, scaring the crap out of the other four boys. Liam becoming my human shield, Harry comes dashing in, searching the room frantically. "Guys, don't just stand there, Miko escaped!" Louis bursts into hysterics, rolling on the floor like a dying fish. "S-she's...right...b-behind Liam, y-you idiot!" Screeches Louis between laughter, pointing at Liam.
  Harry pushes Liam out of the way, seizing my own curls. "WOAH MATE, GET YOUR GRUBBY PAWS OF MEH CURLS!" He tackles me, trying to tickle me, but unfortunately, I am not ticklish! "What the fudge, your not ticklish?" He screeches in surprise, I shake my head no, but reality floods back. Wtf am I doing?! I should not be playing around with these boys, they could be liars, they could be rapists, famous band or not. I maneuver myself out from under his body to burst out through the door, looking for a weapon and escape route. I sprint down a staircase three at a time, finding what seems to be a kitchen. I snatch a knife block off the counter, ready to go all Tobias Eaton on them. Taking out a pairing knife, I duck behind the island counter, getting pumped up for when the boys approach me, the first to enter was Louis. "Okay Miko, we won't hurt you." I give him a knowing look, and he struggles for the right words. "W-we won't like...harass you in any way either, we just want to help you." He says, inching closer to me with his hands up in a surrender. He's only about two feet away, so I take a chance and hurl the knife away from his body, but enough to scare him, I don't want to kill him. The knife whizzed right past his head, wedging itself in the wall behind him. "BOYS!" He shouts, in about two seconds, the four others rush in, all gawking at the knife stuck in the wall. "What the he...." Harry trails of as his wide eyes find the knife block in my arms. "Holy shit-." He points at me, as if asking if I did that and I nod. "Sooo... Heads up!" Shouts Niall, but it was too late, Niall pitched a freaking game controller at me, it breaks once it comes in contact with the floor. I look up, I'm angry and I don't care who dies or who lives. I take another knife out of the block, then I jump over the island counter, seizing Liam in a headlock, pressing the back part of the blade to his neck. I lower my head, whispering in his hear, with a genuinely calm tone. "Liam, do not move at all or talk, because I'm not too scared to use this knife." Sure its harsh, but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures. "Wow, she's hardcore..." Mutters Zayn in the background. "Well boys, you let me go and Liam gets freed, or...well you know the other part." I shrug, Harry steps up, his eyes glazed over with worry and remorse. "Its okay Mi, we just want to help you, I know you wouldn't hurt Liam. He's a good guy, you know it, you're a good girl, we all know it." I glare at him, and Liam starts crying, on the outside, I'm annoyed that he's soaking my sweater and on the inside my heart aches for him. I lean down and whisper in his ear again. "Alright Liam, stop crying, I won't kill you, these boys do need you so calm down, honey." I give him a kiss on the cheek, then release him, he calmly walks to the other side of the room. Tears begin to fall and I know what I have to do, I don't want them to see this, so I turn around and position the knife at my chest. There's nothing left for me to do. I hear shuffling behind me, but I don't care, I pull forward the knife, ready to plunge it in, but I am tackled from behind. Zayn sits on top of me wrestling the knife from my hands, while I punch him in the jaw with my free hand. In the craze, the knife slides up my side, creating a very long cut that stretches from my first rib, all the way down to my pelvis, ripping right through my clothes. He eventually gets the knife and hops off of me, joining the other boys. Because of my 'conditions' I'm born with faulty nerves, which causes me to not feel pain, the look of the blood flowing down sickens me and everything goes black.