Cold. (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Eighteen- The Killing

HARRY'S POV

(warning: slightly graphic)

        I awoke to a strange feeling in my chest. No, scratch that never mind. It was a HORRIBLE feeling in my chest. Gracie. I bolted out of bed. I felt rage, yeah, that's what I was feeling. How dare someone hurt her. I know something hurt her. Gosh dammit I'm her guardian and I fucking left her out of my sight! Am I ever going to stop letting her and myself down. My phone rings. Great, it's Niall.       

        I put the phone to my ear. "Talk to me,"

        Niall seemed out of breath. "It's Gracie, we found her really hurt in the woods. It seems really serious. There's a lot of..blood."

        Blood. That did it for me. I growled. "What hospital?"

        "Harry, wait a-"

        "What fucking hospital Niall?" I cut him off. I wasn't taking bullshit right now and he knew it.

        Niall swallowed in fear; something he rarely showed. He was usually carefree in every situation. "The same one you took her to that one night,"

        That one night's memory pissed me off all over again. I didn't even want to grab the keys. My wings spread out and I left without even telling the others anything.

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        When I arrived at the hospital it wasn't very crazy, but that didn't mean Gracie wasn't seriously injured. I saw Niall, Louis, and the girls sitting in the waiting room looking at me with wild eyes.

        "Harry, where are the others?" Kristan looks behind me, but she is disappointed when she notices there's no one there.

        "Didn't tell them." I mumble making my way to the receptionist. "Excuse me, where is Miss Gracie Mathews?"

        "They won't let us see her yet," Thalia says for the receptionist. I turn to her in annoyance. "They said she's in critical condition. She needs stitches."

        A growl comes up from the bottom of my stomach. "Do I look like I give a shit?"       

        Thalia widens her eyes and Niall jumps up and puts his arms around her. "Harry, you need to calm down."

        "Not until I see her." I couldn't fail.

        "She's alright," Louis says reassuringly. "She just needs stitches and she lost a lot of blood."

        Did anyone not know how to piss me off? Angrily I stomped after the doctors who were prepping Gracie for surgery.

        "S-Sir! You can't!" The receptionist argued but made no effort to stop me.        

        One of the doctors turned to me. "Sir, we need to operate fast. Please stay seated in the waiting room."

        "Let me see her first,"

        "Sir, I can't allow..."

        It took everything I could not to strangle him at the moment. Instead I focused on him  and spoke again. "I said...let me see her."

        The man's pupils dilated in the slightest and nods. "O-Okay, for a moment."

        I pushed him out of the way. "That's all I need."

        The other doctors looked perplexed but hurriedly stepped out of the way. I couldn't be long. Gracie was in critical condition after all, but I was relieved to hear the sound of her heart beats for myself. Her face was so pale it was almost translucent, blood caked her light blonde hair, and then I saw the scratches. I put my fingers on her stomach and stared at the gory slash marks on her stomach. These weren't just any slash marks...

        "No...." One of my worst fears next to her dying was realized. "NO! FUCK! THAT FUCKER!"

        I was becoming almost hysteric now. The doctors were out of their trance leading me away from her and rushing her to the surgery room. I couldn't stay here any longer. Not with me pissed this much. Not with me falling over the edge. I rushed out of the hospital with the gang calling after me. I ignored every single one of them. None of them were Gracie.

        After being out of sight I jumped all the way to the hospital roof glancing in a window seeing my reflection. My skin was almost a sickly pale now. As if all the blood was drained from my body making my tattoos even darker in comparison. My teeth were sharper, and I allowed them to bite into the flesh of my tongue tasting the sweet metallic blood that oozed from the cut. My eyes went from their usual green to a dark crimson. I tighten my fists as my muscles became even more defined. My hair wasn't its light brown it was a dark inky black that seemed to match my soul at the moment. I didn't even have a soul in this state. My wings stayed into the skin of my back, but when I let them out I grunted. It was always a bitch to get them out, but afterwards it was worth it. I jumped from the roof and looked for my first prey.

        In this state I'm practically unstoppable. I'm practically a killing machine. I'm not Harry Styles. I'm Garron: a Fallen. Usually the Sinful Father takes control of me and pushes me into this state. Right now I'm just so pissed off I'm practically blood thirsty. Seeing some guy in an ally way smoking a cigarette made some of an easy target. I smiled ruefully to myself. Idiot.

        When I landed he dropped it from his mouth his eyes widening. I relished his reaction and took pride in his fear. I fed from it. Somehow this was more delicious than the first drop of blood I'm going to make come out of his body. I slammed him up against the wall and smelled him in. He was disgusting. A homeless, drug addict with seven kids at home and no money. He abandoned his wife and children for his own selfish reasons. The Father Above lets people like this live? People like him deserve to be in Hell. Things like me deserve to stay in Hell. I wondered why i was trying to so hard to get in it in the first place. There's nothing for me in heaven. Nothing. Before he could even say his last words I broke his neck. A clean kill I don't usually do. But i didn't even want to spill his nasty blood all over this ground. I threw him across the way his lifeless body crashing into a trashcan.

        I turn around and see a girl with a pink scarf, probably in her thirties, stand there with wide eyes. She was petrified and unmoving. I turned to her slowly and a lazy smile crossed my lips. My eyes flashed and she stumbled back but didn't run. Because she couldn't run.

        "Are you ready to play?"

        "Please don't rape me!"

        I stood still and my laugh echoed throughout and she stood there staring. "I'm not going to rape you, you silly woman. Why would I want your body?" I snapped my fingers and a sprout of fire settled upon my finger tips; she stared in complete amazement , but her fear is what kept me feeling alive. " Ready to play with fire?"

        Releasing it I listened to her screams. I jumped up onto the roof and flew.

         I wasn't done.