Speak |Zayn Malik|

Prologue

Guess who's back,

back again,

Melissa's back,

tell a friend! :D

Aha so, in honor of Halloween, I decided to take it upon myself and write the beginning prologue of Speak! It'll set the whole scene and plot for it, so it's very important. I really hope it's an enjoyable read, it's not fluff but more dark and mysterious type. I've never really written like this, so please bear with me. Leave your comments down below and/or vote, it'll mean so much to me!

-M

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        The only sounds heard within a mile radius were the powerful explosions of the enemy bombs attacking their field. The caramel colored boy dropped swiftly to the ground just in time before abullet could have possibly wounded and or killed him. 

"Zayn! Pay more attention!" His sergeant, a blonde irish male who was named Niall said between firings, almost unaudible but Zayn understood it nonetheless.

      The enemy were drawing nearer every minute. There was no possible way that they were making it out alive, Zayn could certainly bet on that. They were starving, sleep deprived, and out of ammo. It was just Zayn, Niall, a boy younger than him who he's rarely spoken to named Harry, his best friend Liam, and about 10 others he didn't recognize. But they all seemed so far away now, and Zayn quickly saw he was spacing out. Being out on the cold field killing people for days does that to you. His vision was impairing, and he felt the whole world spinning out of its orbit. 

          "TAKE COVER!" Was the last thing Zayn heard before he saw a land mine explode nearly 10 feet away him, before blacking out.

- - -

"He's too much heavy weight, I think it's best we leave him," Niall says to what he thinks is a very angry Liam. Zayn can't tell, everything is still too fuzzy.

"He's still breathing! He's still alive! You can't just possibly leave him!"

"I'm the boss around here, you do as I say."

"We're not leaving him!"

Before Zayn can hear more of the conversation, he fades out again.

- - -

"Everything's going to be alright Zayn, you hear? I'm going to take good care of you." Zayn groans, he feels lightheaded. He feels Liam plant a light warm touch of his hand on the base of his cheek, and he tries to smile but just grimances. His body is on fire.

"For you, a thousand times over" Liam speaks even more softly.

He fades out again.

- - -

            In all honesty, time seemed to slow a whole lot more the next time Zayn wakes up. It's dark now, the only words you can hear are Russian soldiers miles away arguing most likely over where they can locate and kill their army next. Zayn sits up and groans, quickly lifting his hands to his head from the pain he feels all over, he didn't know it was this bad. He feels panicked, it's too dark to see anything and he's actually thinking of escaping. But to where? He's in Russian terroritory, more than a 1000 miles away from his home, where could he possibly go that won't get him killed?

He hasn't realized he's been making loud noises until he feels a hand going on his chest. He squeaks and almost screams, but now the person's other hand is covering his mouth. This is it, this is his end. Or so he thought, until getting a better view of him where those puppy dog eyes would appear more prominently on his toned face. His heart stops racing as much. It's Liam.