Super Powers, Super Friends, and Super Love. (Larry Stylinson fan-fiction)

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 I'm so sorry for this late update, but I need to skip some time, so Emma and I can work on AMWaM (A Miracle Within a Miracle) and so, I'll just skip a while, sorry!!! *Also, I think this is the last chapter I'm doing, so I will probably make this long...I hope...*

**Third Person**

They took them away.

Their powers.

They took 'em.

Liam was the first one to have them taken from his body.

They had threatened him with killing Alicia, and he immediately gave himself in for them to capture his powers into a vault of glass cubes with floating particles of light inside of them.

Liam got to go home the next day, not knowing what had happened to Alicia, especially since they dragged her away by the neck with a knife up to her throat. He just said that the last he heard of her, was a scream, then complete silence, having the container with needles blocking his view of the outer world.

Zayn and Niall were the next two to be taken away into the capsule of needles and poison.

The guards had caught Niall and Zayn snogging in Niall's cell, and one dragged Zayn by the hair, and the other dragged Niall by his white polo.

The next one was Harry. 

Harry was a little rough, having had met a little girl with blond pigtails named Emma/Emily the day before.

He hated having to leave the poor child to die at that young of age, not knowing if Alicia was even there to take care of the poor thing.

The good news was, Alicia was still alive, but very injured.

Another good thing was that she got to take care of little Emily and be like a second-mother to the child, which Liam would've been the 'dad' if he'd had stayed there longer.

Louis was the last one in the capsule.

And he was the hardest.

He had tried biting them, which worked, kicking, punching, slapping, pinching, flicking, and even spitting on them.

They had to knock him out with a bat to actually get him to stop screaming and flailing for them to, and I quote, Let go of his god-damn body, before he called his fucking lawyer and got them fucking sued and then he'd fucking grab their heads, snap 'em and then throw their bodies down a river, down the waterfall, and onto a pile of sharp rocks, watching them the whole way, smiling as he ran off and went about his life riding a unicorn.

...Maybe the unicorn thing was too much, but oh well.

Now, they were home, and sitting on their couch, scrolling through the news, Liam trying to bend his head to look upside-down, having had watched the telly upside-down for his whole life, or, ever since he was four.

Zayn was poking his hand, whispering to himself how he feels very different, and how he wishes that he could turn back into a cat.

Louis was sitting on the table, his legs dangling over the edge, as he stared emotionless at the wall, his eyes a fading blue.

Niall was laying in his room, probably sleeping.

Harry got up, and hopped up next to Louis, sitting beside him, and he held his hand. "We'll be okay."

Louis said nothing, and Harry sighed. "Louis, please talk."

Louis still stayed silent.

Harry sighed, before he let go, and walked to his room, and he wished he could read Louis' mind, wanting to just see what's running through his boyfriend's thoughts.