Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

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Wind rushed through my matted hair, wildly whipping it around my dirty face.

I sat alone in the middle of the city, no one to be found anywhere around me. No one was around for miles. Frantically I stood up, turning in every direction looking for someone. Anyone so I wouldn't be alone. "Niall!" I cried desperately, eyes searching the barren land. Sweat trickled down my brow, and my heart thundered harshly in my chest.

They had left me.

No, no this couldn't be possible. Turning around I searched through the piles of rubble. I found nothing though, it was useless. "Luke!" I screamed, heart twisting painfully in weak my chest. A whistling sound soared above my head, and I followed a flaming streak across the sky. My eyes widened because I recognized exactly what it was from seeing it that day in the city. A bomb.

Before I even knew what was happening, my feet carried me in the opposite direction of the flaming streak, acting on their own accords. The bomb made the impact, jarring the ground and making me stumble and fall in the process.

My palms and knees skidded harshly across the pavement, cutting deep cuts into my hands and knees. Another faint whistling was surfaced through the pounding of my heart in my ears. It hit a target again, knocking ash and rubble all over me.

Picking my shaky hands up, I looked at them horrified. Deep red droplets welled up on my hands, and pooled over the sides of them. Moving my knees, I saw that the fabric was torn, scarlet red staining my flesh and the black material of my pants.

Pushing all thoughts of my well being aside, I hauled myself off the ground and continued running away. Every bomb dropped seemed to get closer to my retreating body, following me on my heels.

I pushed myself to run harder and faster, the exertion not doing well on my weak muscles. Black flittered across my vision, and my joints started to lock up. I ran into something, falling straight back on my butt. Looking up, I was met with the animalistic eyes of someone I knew very well.

Val.

"No," I whispered, shaking my head and started to crawl back on my hands. Her head twitched to the side with an evil grin on her face. "Should've let me die," she growled devilishly. I scooted back more, whimpering, "No, Val. You're my bestfriend."

Instead of blood pouring from her open wound, there was now black goo seeping from it. Val's skin had faded to a very white, almost transparent color. Black veins were noticeable through her deathly pale skin, making her look like a demonic apparition. Twisted veins and arteries criss crossing over each other. She was a Bender in every sense of the term.

Tears stung at my eyes, as I managed to pull myself off the ground. "You hated me," she snarled, a satanic look on her face. Vigorously I shook my head again, "Don't say that. It's not true, it's not you talking." Again, her body twitched and jerked foward in an odd movement, like a skip on a CD.

This was no longer Val, my former bestfriend. It was a Bender. She barred her teeth at me, and charged at me. I barely had time to throw up my hands before a gun shot went off.

A gun shot rang through my ears, and for a moment I thought the bullet hit me. That was until Val crumpled into a lifeless heap right in front of me. My eyes widened as her whole figure fell slack on the dirty ground, and a scream of agony ripped through my throat.

I turned around to see who had done this horrible act of taking away a life, and my heart ripped agonizingly in half. Hurt and shock so crippling coursed throughout me that I thought I would collapse right then and there.