Hostage

34. "See You in Hell"

Zayn

Harry's cries of pain was what had me up onto my feet and running through the house immediately. Liam and Niall were still holding it down outside, and so far things were looking good. Their men were slowly and slowly decreasing in numbers, and it wouldn't be long before we emerged victorious.

I followed what had to be Harry's voice until I reached the dining room. I peeked around the corner slowly, seeing Harry's barely conscious form leaning up against the wall. A knife lodged in his chest with a burly man on top of him.

That was when it hit me. He was their leader. The guy we made the exchange with in the basement some time ago. I watched as Harry mumbled something to him. The leader clearly didn't like that because before I could even blink he'd stabbed Harry yet again, this time in the stomach.

I didn't hesitate to raise my gun and shoot, hitting him right in the back of the leg. I smirked as he groaned and fell back, searching his pocket for his gun. I shot his hand before he could find it.

"Motherfucker" He screamed, cradling his palm to his chest. "You son-of-a-fucking-bitch" He breathed heavily, squirming relentlessly on the ground. I ignored him, stalking forward with my gun still aimed on him.

When I reached Harry I held two fingers to his throat, watching the leader out of the corner of my eyes. His pulse was there. It wasn't very steady and it was so soft I could barely feel it. But it was there.

Okay, this was a good start.

"He's gonna die" The man on the ground chuckled, shaking tremendously. "He's been stabbed twice. He's got some broken ribs. He was spitting up blood. He'll fucking die"

I ignored him as I placed Harry's arm around my shoulder, grabbing onto that same arm and pulling his body over my shoulders. He was completely limp, making it a struggle for me as I began walking back towards the front of the house.

As I passed their leader I shot him once on the stomach and once in the chest, similar to the wounds he'd inflicted on Harry. And just for good measure, I kicked him as hard as I could manage in the side. The sweet sound of his bones cracking was like music to my ears, and I grinned when he began shaking violently, choking and spluttering out a mess of blood.

He would die any second now, but I denied myself the pleasure of watching the life slowly leave his body, knowing that I needed to get Harry to see Louis as quickly as possible before he died in my arms.

"See you in Hell" I gave a final wave to him before I walked towards the front door, keeping my gun aimed in front of me and somehow managing Harry across my shoulders.

"Fuck, Z" I turned at hearing Liam's voice, only to see him stumbling towards me, his arms around Niall to completely support his weight. Niall looked nearly unconscious, leaning into Liam fully with droopy eyes.

"Is he okay?"

"Shot three times. Twice in the left leg. Once in the stomach" Niall mustered a grin. "Those -those fuckers couldn't kill me though" He coughed, but it turned into him gasping and choking on each intake of breath.

A bullet flew by my head, reminding me yet again that were in the middle of a full on war. However that seemed to be the least of my worries as the sounds of police sirens echoed in the distance.

"Fuck" I cursed, searching around for any potential way of escape.

"There's a truck out back in the trees" Liam piped up.

"Harry gave that one to Raleigh" I muttered in distaste. Why he would sacrifice one of our escape cars for her was lost by me. I didn't know why he cared so much for the girl anyways. She should have died right after her father decided to bitch out and shoot himself in the head. We didn't have a use for her anymore. She was no longer leverage. Not that she was any help as leverage anyways.