The Concubines Tale (Ziall)

Sheeran Payne

Chapter 2:

Walt’s POV:

I watched as they dragged an unconscious Zayn out, forcing me to get out too. Commander Sheeran, pointed to me, ordering someone to lead me to the military barracks, he said I had  to be given weapons and trained to fight. I mentally sighed in relief, that would be okay... sort of... but what about Zayn? I looked at the unconscious boy with wide eyes, resisting the grasp of the man who had to lead me to the barracks. I took careful note of my surroundings, the route  took, the guard posts, everything, and filed it away for future use, perhaps the information would help when trying to rescue Zayn. Speaking of Zayn... what were they going to do to him???

“What about Zayn?” I asked Commander Sheeran.

Sheeran sneered, “What happens to him is none of your business. But if you don’t respond well to your military training, if you don’t obey rules, know this. You. Will. Die. And your friend here? So will he. So I suggest you behave. Now leave.

I looked at Zayn one last time, before nodding and following the man in front of me to the Military barracks. I had to pass training. For Zayn. A single mistake on my part could lead to not only my death, but his death too. Zayn wouldn’t die. Not if I could help it.

Zayn’s POV:

I slowly came to, blinking as I tried to clear my vision. I looked around, hands flying to my head as I winced in pain. The flesh on the back of my head was tender and sore, as if it was bruised badly. Memories of the journey to Horan’s country flashed through my mind, I had been hit on the head with a club. One of the guards had done it to stop the racket I was making by crying, the force of the blow had knocked me out.

I gulped, tears threatening to fall once more as I thought of the reason I had been weeping. Fong. Fong was gone, those monsters had killed her. And if Walt hadn’t protected me, I’d be dead too. Walt... what had they done to him? Was he okay? I panicked, looking around for any sign of Walt and failing to see him. Where was he?

I heard the door opening and tried to find a place to hide, looking around the room I was in. It looked like military barracks.. only classier. I got up, making to hide behind a dresser but ended up collapsing, my legs giving out. I was so unbelievably dizzy, the blow to my head must have been worse than I thought.

I heard a gasp as someone ran to my side, hoisting me up.

“Louis, Harry, don’t just stand there! Help me! “ The guy who held me yelled.

I heard someone sigh and another pair of arms encircled my torso, lifting me up onto the bed as I whimpered from the pain.

“Louis, go get the medicines. He has to be presentable for Master or we’re all in for it.” Someone else ordered.

I slowly opened my eyes, squinting as the light hit my pupils. My eyes slowly adjusted, allowing me to see the man before me. He had a shaved head and warm brown eyes.

He smiled at me, passing me some tablets which I took gratefully, swallowing them.

“I’m Liam,” he greeted, holding out a hand for me to shake.

I ignored it, not quite trusting him, but that was probably the dizziness talking. He looked so hurt that I ended up shaking his hand due to how guilty his wounded face made me feel.

“Z-Zayn... Umm Master? W-Who’s that” I asked, dumbly almost.

I heard someone scoff, “Gosh, you’re an idiot, aren’t you?”

I turned to look at the guy who’d said it. He was handsome, just like the others in the room, his caramel hair gelled in a quiff, his blue eyes icy and cold as he glared at me with hatred.