[EDITING]Battle for Life and Death (One Direction fanfiction)

Us against Them (Chapter 3)

   The bang was another metal door that flew open and banged against the white rock wall. There were many same looking men. Seriously: dressed in black and brown suits, same haircuts, same faces. It's creepy. Oh wait, there are only three of them, my bad.

   They just stand there quietly. Umh...

   "Hello, are you the people that show us the way to our bedrooms?" Liam spoke up, having a friendly voice. The leader of the servants (well they were 3 men in a triangle and the one who was standing closest to us) nodded. We got up from our seats. The men turned around and started walking back to where they came from. We followed them. Wait a second, there is 11 of us and only 3 servants. Do we have a separate room for everyone or we have to split in three groups or...?

   I looked on my right, there was Liam, his arm gently brushing my shoulder. On my left was that boy. What was his name again? Ummm. Marcus! Yeah his name was Marcus. He is also really close to me and I feel uncomfortable. The thing with me is I don't like being too close to other people. Its just a defence reflex I have. And didn't Marcus notice that these corridors are really narrow?!

   We finally reach the end of the corridor and there are three doors. All the servants opened the doors at the same time and motioned us to go in.

   Me and Liam peek in the last one. There are 3 beds, 3 bedside tables, 3 low closets at the end of the beds and there also is a white door. I hope that's the bathroom.

   I look back at Liam, he locks his eyes with mine and nods. I step in first and I hear two pairs of footsteps follow me. I wonder who the other pair belongs to, but I don't turn around. I walk straight to the bed on the other side of the room and sit down on it. It's comfy, not too soft nor hard. I look back at the door which was closed at the same second. Well that wasn't rude at all, I glare.

   I look at the other two beds, Liam sitting at the end of the bed that is closer to mine. I look at the other person laying on the next bed and see... Marcus. Did he have to follow us? You know when you just don't like some people for no reason? Marcus is one of them.

   Liam stands up and walks over to the doors of the low closet and opens them. "What's in there?" I ask. Payne takes out some kind of sweatpants, a shirt and a tank top. I wonder if mine are the same because if they are I am going to get lost in the shirt, I'm a size S. I walk over to my closet and explore the inside of it. The exact same clothes as Liam has. I'm out of luck for today.

   "I have girly clothes!" Marcus' disgusted voice fills the room. I chuckle with Liam. "Lets change, I have boy clothes here." I offer and take all the clothes out of the closet."Okay" Marcus walks to me with an already messy pile of clothes in his hands. How could he get them all messy so fast? I hand him the boy clothes and he throws my pile of clothes on my bed. Marcus, I think you don't have a sister because if you did you wouldn't mess with a girl's clothes.

   I neatly put my new clothes in my closet, leaving out short sweatpants and a plain yellow shirt. I stand up from my sitting spot and walk over to the white door. Please be a bathroom, please be a personal bathroom. I pray in my mind and open the door. Yes! My luck came back!

   It is a neatly furnished bathroom with a normal toilet, a shower-bath and a sink. There are brown towels hanging on the pipes. I wonder why brown. Brown on this land is like white on Earth.

   I walk back to my bed and take the clothes I picked out. "I'm going to have a shower if you don't mind." I tell the boys. "I'll just use the loo for a minute, then you can have a shower if you want!" Marcus jumps on his feet, runs in the bathroom and locks it from the inside. I get a little upset and sigh. Liam chuckles at me and I look at him, he can't resist and chuckles some more which makes me melt. You can't stay mad when you see that face laughing, the wrinkles by his eyes when he smiles widely, his perfect white teeth showing. Why do you have to be my idol? I am surprised I have played it cool, I would usually faint if I saw my idol in the same room as me. I guess The Man with his silly game messed me up.

    I sit back on my bed, waiting for Marcus to come out.

   "So," I look up and see Liam looking at me "lets play 20 questions?" I raise my eyebrows. He wants to play that game? "Um. Sure, why not."

"I'll start," he sits up so he is facing me.

   "What's your last name?"

   "Evans."

   "Mine is Payne. Where did you live?"

   Did, its sounds like I don't live there anymore "In London, at the edge of the city in a little house with my friends."

   "I live in London too." He smiles, I smile back lightly. "Who are your family members?"

   "I have a mom and dad, my little brother died of cancer but he is still a family member and we have a pug named Axe." It still hurts talking about my little brother. He was the happiest 5 year old kid I have ever seen. I was so happy when he was born because I wasn't so lonely anymore. We also got Axe at that time. Life couldn't have been any better. Till five years later cancer took Tommy away from us. Its been only three years...

   "Sorry to hear that" he has a concerned look on his face.

   "It's okay. How many family members do you have?"

   He has his usual face expression again "I have two older sisters, mom, dad and a dog named Brit." Oh I remember Brit, they got the dog when Liam and the boys won the Brit Awards.

   "Ahh," Marcus comes out of the bathroom, having a smile on his lips. He enjoyed it too much. I try to hold back a disgusted look. 

   I stand up and walk to the bathroom, locking the door after me. I put the clothes on the toilet seat and strip my short jeans and a XL shirt off. I like large shirts, they are comfortable. I know my size is S but sometimes I like hiding in big clothes.

   I step in the bath and turn the shower on. I sit down , letting the water fall against my back. I relax my muscles, feeling little cracks go through my spine. I suddenly feel so tired and sadness hits me while reality gets to me.

   I am going to die.

   I don't try to hold back my tears, letting them flow out of me. I'm glad that nobody is here and asking 'What's wrong?'because it would only make me cry even more.

   I am scared to die. There is no chances that I will survive. I'm just a dancer and animal psychology learner. I don't know kung fu or any battle moves. I'm hopeless.