Innocence

Chapter #1

Niall watched the clip on his television in terror, grasping the side of his couch for some form of support.

The images displayed in front of made Niall shudder, an electrifying shock running along Niall's spine repeatedly. Darkness engulfed Niall, making him even more tense.

"This boy is so far is unidentified by the authorities, if you have any knowledge as to who he is, please inform us at the following number."

The screen played footage of this boy killing a man and woman inside of little known grocery store, taking all their belongings with him.

But the way he killed them made Niall extremely repulsive. It was sickening, to say the least, so Niall went nowhere near the details. His eyes still glued onto the flickering screen, he placed his hands on the remote, pressing the red 'off' button.

Niall tried taking his thoughts off the boy who did these extreme actions by making a cup of steamy ramen noodles.

Grabbing the kettle which had been boiling water for several minutes now, his hand burned underneath the heat. "Fuck!" Niall shrieked, nearly dropping the fiery piece of metal he now hated.

He threw it on the wooden table alongside the cup of spicy noodles. Breathing in and out shakily, he approached the mini fridge, pulling out a blue ice pack.

His hand made contact with the ice pack, soothing almost instantly. He began pouring the boiling hot water into the thin styrofoam container, becoming nearly mesmerized by the liquid.

He clutched steadily onto the ice pack, not minding the freezing temperature burning into Niall's pale skin.

Setting down the pot into the sink, he grabbed a fork from his single drawer, before returning back to his small living room.

Once he sat back into the chair facing the television, his mind wandered back to the boy in an orange ski mask. Niall let unanswered questions flood his thoughts, making him furious.

Did the boy get a thrill from doing these things?

What was his motive?

Was he mental?

Niall just buried his head in his lap, unable to process it properly any longer.

"Nice job, Harry." Louis smirked evilly, as Harry walked through the large front doors of his hellhole glumly.

Zayn took quick notice, and he mimicked Louis' signature expression.

"Don't be so sad, it's only murder. We have sicker things planned for you." He said, as the four took a seat, Harry on one cheap plastic patio chair, and the other three on a custom leather couch.

Harry rubbed his temples furiously, trying to rid of the images fresh in is mind.

The couple's expression when Harry withdraw his rifle made his heart tear apart, and at that moment, Harry came to terms on what he was about to do: kill two completely innocent people for no reason whatsoever.

By this point, Harry was supposed to be an emotionless human being, but he had too much heart and soul to do so.

"Did you enjoy it, my little slave?" Liam spat, hitting Harry's head of pulled back curls. They snickered at Harry in pure agony, silent tears pouring down his reddened cheeks.

Harry shook his head, wiping away tears with the hem of his charcoal knitted jumper. "Pardon, I couldn't hear you." Louis said between clenched teeth, definitely intimidating Harry.

But he didn't let that show, repeating his answer. "I d-didn't." Zayn widened his eyes, clenching his hands up into balled fists.

He nearly pounced on Harry, but Liam and Louis tied him down to the leather love seat.