Stockholm Syndrome: Monster

Chapter 14

Miko's Pov

As we get down the stairs, Harry stops us both abruptly and presses his fingers to his lips and yelling is coherent from downstairs. "No, a runaway angel is not living in our fucking flat!"

"Not an angel, she's merely a girl with manipulated genes and is going through hybridization!"

"I don't give flying fuck what she is so get out!"

"Your defensive demeanor tells me you're lying!"

I know that soft, but evil voice, I force myself to be calm and go down the stairs, pushing Harry off, he glares at me, I bravely clomp down the stairs in a purposefully loud manner. Clasping my wings in a resting position before they fall asleep. He turns around and his eyes fill with lust at the sight of me. "Beautiful... So fascinating, those limbs." He mutters, all of the the boys glare at him, except for Liam, who looks thoroughly pissed. He has the balls to walk forward and caress my cheek, Harry connects his hand to Jones' face in millisecond, damn I'm sorry but that was kinda hot. "BITCH YOU THOUGHT!" Harry shouts angrily in his face, Jones cupping his face and tears slowly sliding down his cheeks, the fuck is he crying for? Oh wait, I remember now, he's a momma's boy, no spankings or punishments as a child, he isn't used to physical pain or wounding.

Spoiled little bastard.

I know what I want to do with him, interrogation, all the answers to my many questions, no emotional cliffhangers or burning curiosity, only the gaining of personal knowledge.

Jones looks at me, my face forced into a mask of no emotion, before I start rolling the floor laughing, clutching my stomach, I begin to ease myself out of the depths of hysterics.
"Wow...just wow, the crazed experimental doctor cries over a slap in the face, your little bitch ass don't know the smallest fraction of the SHIT YOU PUT ME THROUGH WITH YOUR DESPERATE, THIRSTY SELF. MY NEAR FUTURE IS RUINED BECAUSE OF YOUR CAREER, I WAS YOUR TOY YOU USED TO TRY NEW THINGS ON! NOW IM A FUCKING HALF-BIRD OF SOME TYPE WHICH IS HUMANLY IMPOSSIBLE!" I shout.
Jones tries to cower backwards, but fails when Niall angrily shoves him back towards me, the close vicinity setting me off. I grab him by the nape of his neck, he struggles harshly, so Harry and Niall helps me drag him up the stairs where I throw him into the bathroom, locking it from the outside since there is no inside lock for him to fiddle with. "Fucker just walks up in here requesting me, fuck him..." I mutter to myself, clumping heavily down the stairs, Harry and Niall following behind. "Um...I hope the neighbors didn't hear that..." Mumbles Louis, he rubs his eyes, when his hand falls back to his side, I notice his eye is bloodshot and swollen. "There's something wrong your eye, you must have some type of allergies." I say, I go over to him, taking his hand and sniffing it, I smell the familiar stench of potassium cyanide, which is poisonous if ingested. "Its potassium cyanide, very poisonous if ingested or swallowed, can cause irritation in the eyes, throat, nose or any internal organs, causes inflammatory symptoms in the stomach or colo-" I'm cut off my Louis telling me to 'hush' and that its 'too much information', not my fault he looks like Hitch.

"Bloody hell, we kidnapped Siri."

"I know right."

"She's like a walking dictionary...angel, bird-woman."

The boys erupt into pointless conversation, idiots.
"While you guys debate over what I am, im taking Lou to the guest bathroom to try and...uh help him with his situation- not like that Harry, you're truly disgusting!" I say as Harry smirks at me, wiggling his eyebrows.
**1 hour later******************
Miko

"Let me out you little biatch!" Shouts Jones from the inside of the bathroom, he's been hollering for about an hour, its getting annoying as fuck. I'm currently sprawled lazily on the couch, face-down with my head hanging towards the floor. I'm so confused, why would Liam hit me? It's not like it hurt but I saw him as really pieced together, but overall, people change. He just has lots of stress and other shit on his mind, I should go talk to him. I will myself to roll clumsily off the couch and walk to Liam's room as if I was from the Walking Dead. As I pass the upstairs bathroom, Jones starts sweet talking me, but I ignore it and keep walking. When I reach Liam's door, I nudge it open with my foot to see him sat on his bed with his head in his hands. My left wing gets hit on the door frame.
"Fu-f-fudge nuggets...ah, that hurt like balls!" I screech in pain, shuffling to the bed, I plop onto the bed beside the stressed boy.
"S'wrong Li?" I ask softly, pulling his hands away from his face and holding them in my own soothingly. "I-i don't know..." He mutters. "Everything's been so crazy...the boys are cracking under pressure and I don't know what to do and how to help them. I'm cracking under pressure..." I can feel my black heart reddening at this, I'm sure I seem like a complete marshmallow but when fam needs help, you gotta do what you gotta do. "I know bud, sometimes you have to become the badass you keep inside. When things turn to shit, you have to rebuild your foundation and be a trooper, that's what helped me...with the whole experimentation thing." I say, ending my speech with a sigh and wrapping my wings around Liam like a hug, my arms are like short little toothpicks.
"I hope you know you aren't and should not feel obligated to wipe up someone else's piss, you've been through enough shit already...I'm sorry for hitting you and saying that messed up stuff." He says, mumbling the last two words. "It's okay. You boys are like family... Of course I feel obligated, in my aunt's house, that's all I did since I had lost real family. I thought I had no one...well I had Millie but she wasn't always the most reliable though."