Demonic- Larry AU

Prologue

      Screams of terror filled the soundproof room, but Harry didn't care whether the boy begged, screamed or cried, he'd wait until the boy felt so much pain his body shut down. Then he'd leave him to starve.  

The room was simply concrete walls and a white tiled floor, angled so that any water could flow into the small drain based in the middle of the room. Blood fell in steady streams into this drain, old red blood now replaced by black as the boy tried to take on his Homunculus form in a futile attempt to save himself. The boy was the last, almost ceremonious kill before Niall moved on to the four strongest of these demons.   

They were still part human, mere experiments conveyed by Harry's parents to create perfect fighting machines. Sadly, these ungrateful machines overpowered their creators, and rebelled, escaping where they'd been born to fly freely through a world that could've belonged to the Styles'.  

Finally, the cut marks on this boys' skin became too much for the nanites inside him and they no longer closed, extrapolating loud, obnoxious sobs from the helpless case tied to the wall. Finally the blood seeped from the cuts on his chest, arms and legs, flowing down his body, onto the floor and into the drain. The sobbing had stopped, and obviously the boy had realized he was going to die, so he just lolled his body forward, letting the restraints keep him up.  

Fixing his jacket, Harry turned swiftly and exited the room, brushing off dust from the basement and walking upstairs, out of the flat, proud of his last murder and too cocky to consider any evidence had been left behind.  

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"But do we have to," Louis complained loudly, standing still and confident in the middle of the flat, a pout plain on is face. Why did he have to go to initiation, high school was boring, how was university going to be any different.  

Niall's face softened a bit and he walked away from Liam and Zayn, who were both standing at the door waiting, their lips pressed in tight lines. Niall walked up to Louis and wrapped a welcoming arm around his shoulder.  

"You'll be fine," he said, Irish accent heavy, showing how early it was for Niall, his accent plain yet cheerful, knowing full well that Louis' would be a bit less stubborn to the innocent Irish.  

"But-" Louis started once more, but he was interrupted by Liam, surprisingly.  

"-but what, Louis? Is this about what happened in the Institute," he spits, Louis nods, "well let me reassure you," Liam's tone changed to somewhat of a sweet one, "when we escaped that run down prison, we lost control, as you know, and we killed pretty much every single guard, as well as the Horan couple along with their one son, Greg, I think. So really, you shouldn't be worried at all, we're safe and away from that life."   

Louis looked down, upset, as he was the one who had resumed justice to the Styles', it didn't take a close friend of Louis'  to know he felt remorse for what he did. Liam silently cursed himself for bringing it up, reminding someone of the murder they'd committed, isn't much of a reassurance for they safety. No matter how safe, Louis still unequivocally, and obviously thought there must've been another way.  

Louis pretended to believe Liam, when on the inside he knew they weren't safe. He was really the only one who went online, he was the one with a blog and with all these social media accounts, he was the one who knew what was going on. Multiple murders, nothing out of the ordinary anywhere really, were happening across England, but the problem, was that they were found tied to a wall and tortured, and just yesterday they found an anomaly of a case- black blood found at the scene. That was when Louis had made the connection, the rest of the times were cleaned up but this one wasn't. After hours of research and hacking, Louis found images of the victims, his blood chilling when he recognized about thirty of them; the inmates at the abandoned prison. Obviously deemed as unrelated, the police had pushed it away, but Louis knew someone was hunting them down, and he was sure it was a matter of time before the boys were next.   Sighing, Louis walked to the front door of the flat to meet the four other boys, he put his shoes on and left the apartment. Today was to be a long day, he thought to himself. The only thing pushing him on was the thought of being comforted in his room in front of his laptop, one step closer to finding out who was on their trail.   

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