Stockholm Syndrome: Monster

Chapter 13: Captive

Niall's POV

"I want to speak to Millie." She growls, my heart picks up speed with anxiety, I don't know what to do. Millie requested us to kidnap Miko and keep it a secret, but I also don't want to set off the girl by refusing, luckily Zayn comes in and saves the day.
"What's going on here? " He asks, stuffing a folded paper into his sweatshirt pocket. "I need to speak to my cousin...right now. " She whispers, trying not to become a monster at this point, she's very deadly to be honest.
"I can't let you do that. " He says, I mind as well go outside and start digging, when Miko wants something, she gets it.
If there's a will, there's a way.
She lunges at me.
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Miko's POV

I lunge at Niall, the anger and frustration consuming me, before I even touched a strand of his hair, an arm goes around my waist and a sharp pinch racks my nerves, causing my knees to weaken and slump over, completely numb. Liam runs in, responding quickly to the situation. "Stop it Miko! " He shouts angrily, I whimper quietly, someone's PMSing.

"LET ME G-" A sharp mass of numb tingles on my cheek indicate I've been slapped...and rudely interrupted. "I SEE WHY YOU AREN'T LOVED, YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT AND YOU KEEP TRYING TO KILL US, WE'RE TRYING TO FUCKING HELP YOU AND YOU'RE BEING A LITTLE BITCH! " He shouts, stunned, I mask my weakness and slump to the ground, trying to dispose of my anger, it just won't leave. A searing pain goes down my spine and I scream until my throat is raw and sore. I haven't felt pain for years, what's happening to me? My skin is on fire and I arch my back as it continues to crack and it felt like it was ripping open. My shirt had ripped off in the process, but luckily my chest is on the floor, but my frontal area's sore since I'm not flat chested and the floor is very cold and hard. I hear gasps and notice something black and fuzzy resting idle on my back. I get up slowly, hugging my chest to cover up, blushing deeply as every boy is in the room. I rush upstairs to the first mirror in the hallway I see. I almost fainted at the sight before me. The girl in the mirror has large, black angel-like wings, faded colors standing out in the light, almost like a raven's wings. "What da fu- Donald Trump ?!" I start panicking and yelling out random things and curses as I stumble back downstairs.
"FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT CHEETO MAN CRUSTY ASS COMBOVER BITCH"
I fume as I run into someone, Niall takes my arms away from my chest and without looking at the merchandise, he wraps a blanket around me, covering my chestal region.
"Hey, calm down babe, calm down... " He whispers as I fist his shirt, shaking violently. "Please... Get them off... " I whimper quietly. "It's going to be okay my love, alright..." He cooed, Harry looks at Niall and they nod to each other, Niall let's go, handing me off to Harry. He takes my wrist and drags me up to his room, shutting the door and locking it, I shudder in fear of what he's about to do.
"Um, Harry... " I whisper.
"Relax love, just want to see this real quick, I know it hurts, but I need to see this."
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Third Person

Gregory Jones sits at his desk, angry and tired from trying to investigate Miko's disappearance. He thinks about what he could be doing with his angel, he wants to make scientific breakthroughs and he can't do it and focus without her being his subject. He loves the way she looks, and the fear that radiates off of her feminine but sculpted body, he would never know how she was so muscular. Then he has an idea, what if I track by the DNA tag I installed? He smiles to himself, his lips curling from his teeth in a dog-like smile. Of course! He could keep tabs on her and then at the right time, grab her or snatch her himself, no lump-headed lads who are clueless to ruin his plan.

******************************Miko's POV

I snap out of my thoughts as a loud crack sounds through the left wing and pain came with it. "Ok, I'm assuming they're not as dusty now, could you move them in any way?"

"Okay Dr. Styles I'll try. " I say sarcastically, I'm sure he's rolling his eyes right now, but I'm turned away from him. I pull the blanket up but not restricting my wings in any way, just covering my chest. I turn around and when he looks at me, he jumps.
"Ah shit, stubbed my toe." He says running around to relieve the pain and I watch him as if he was crazy, which he is. I start to try flexing the axis joints and they actually move, but of course I'm not freaking Angel and I can't throw on my mask and fly away, because there are no flight feathers, not even the follicles where they should grow. I start full on waving them, I smile at them, they are beautiful even though I don't want them.
"Well, let's go..." Harry says, but trails off noticing I need more than a blanket. He hands me one of Niall's tank tops and my wings actually fit through the back, well why does he have Niall's clothes in his room?

Meh.
😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇 Let me know if the wings are too ridiculous, I honestly love them. They'll come together with the story in later chapters.
But anyway as always

HAVE A PEACHY DAY🍑🍑🍑🍑