Lieutenant Styles h.s AU

3. Hostage

New ending!!!!

Location: ???

    Time: 9:53 am

    "Niall, what are you saying," Sandy sighed running his hand down his face. Niall stood in front of Sandy in the mail room with his hands on a desk that sat in the back. He had just returned from Kewantanejho where Harry remained for the time being. "I'm not understanding how this happened."

    "What happened was the town that was claimed as 'deserted', the town you wanted us to 'raid' for information was actually some kind of war torn Utopian society! And if you ask me, I think that if Styles give's up his credential's and our location it's not gonna be pretty. God know's what kind of machinery they have hidden in the forest."

    "Shit," Sandy whispered turning his back to Niall for a moment. "How long do you give until he cracks?"

    "I'd give it 3 days, probably less with these guys." Sandy nodded contemplating what to do.

    "Call it in, I'm not taking risks."

    "That'll take at least a day to process." Sandy ignored Niall's comment.

    "Explain to them what you said to me they'll understand , I want at least 200 more out there. The second Harry gets out of there I want that entire place destroyed for good."

    "200 more? To do that?" Niall questioned. Sandy walked to Niall's side and placed his palm onto Niall's shoulder

    "Just trust me on this one," Niall nodded hesitantly and Sandy removed his hand. Niall exited the room leaving Sandy in the mail room. He sighed. "It'll be fine."

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    Harry sat tied to a chair with his hands chained to concrete behind him, the room was secluded built from what seemed to be mud with windows that had no glass. Alone in the room he waited for some kind of action. He didn't wrestle with the chains and try to free himself knowing it would do him no good. A shadow emerged followed by 5 men, 4 of the 5 took to each corner with the one approaching Harry with his hands behind his back. He kneeled down to level with Harry.

    "Who are you?" He had a thick accent that Harry couldn't place, practically dead in the face Harry said nothing just staring down at the man below him. The man chuckled standing back up. "Listen, buddy. Either you make it easy on yourself, tell me what you know, or I'll make fucking tell me. Now, tell me your name."

    "Edward," he lied, the man nodded and wiped his lips.

    "Edward, what." Harry didn't respond. "Where'd you come from?"

    "I got lost--"

    "I asked where you came from!" The back of his hand came in contact with Harry's face, his head remained to the side as the man walked to his side. He shook out his hand flinging the blood that remained on his rings to the ground. Harry tilted his head back letting the blood from his cheek to drip onto his shoulders. The man remained behind Harry noticing the radio that sat on the back of his shoulder. "The fuck is this." Harry chuckled.

    "For my music." The guy on Harry's front right came forward and paused for a moment before striking the bottom of Harry's chin with the tip of his boot, he forcefully brought the back of his rifle to Harry's nose. Harry let out a distressed groan as he was pulled back, blood dripped from his mouth down to his pants. "Stop playing games with me." With that another swift punch was placed on Harry's lower jaw, he leaned forward and spit blood onto the floor. The man came around to Harry's front squatting in front of him. "Listen, whiteboy. I know that you want to protect you 'people', but I too have people to protect. So here's how we'll do this. I'm going to count down from 5," he held up his 5 fingers, "and by the time I get to 1, you'll have told me what I need to know."

    "Or what?" Harry asks, the man on the ground smirked and stood up turning and walking toward the back of the room leaning his back on the wall as he stared Harry down waiting for him to talk.

    "One."

    "I know nothing."

    "Two."

    "I swear."

    "Three, four, five..." The man chuckled. "I wish you the best of luck, buddy," and with that he chuckled, he pushed off the wall and approached Harry. He paused and stared into his eye's bluntly, he smirked and turned his head motioning to the 4 men that remained in the room. He turned back to Harry for one moment before exiting the mud hut with his hands an his hips. All that would follow from the room were the sounds of Harry's groans in agony. He pled for mercy but none was given.

    Tireless hours of groans and screams still looking for the confession out of Harry, on the verge of his life they abandoned him in the room with a single candle on the window seal. He had shutdown, body on overdrive and his mind in shock. Droplets of blood fell from his mouth and down to his chin trailing down to his neck. Every inch of his skin covered in open wounds. Every crevice of his mind scarred filed with the memories of the past 7 hour repeating on loop, a never ending loop of pain, but then.

    "Harry?"   

Okay I know it's short, we can call it a filler I just wanted to post a chapter. Might as well vote if you made it to this point. BTW I'm so freakin happy my last chapter almost has 1k views. Thank youuuuuu. And sorry if you saw me updating a lot, I've been going back and editing.

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