XII

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by histears

by histears

Chapter 12.

Zayn was readying himself for dinner before it happened, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The maid was slicking back his hair, before he saw the flicker of a shadow in his window. Everything after that moment happened in slow motion in his mind. He watched the blade slice the girl's throat and her fall to the ground before he kicked his chair back quickly, hand already around the dagger on his belt.

The person had steel eyes and dark hair, with a wicked smile that turned Zayn's blood to ice as they circled each other like two beasts, each waiting for the other to strike. Zayn watched the man's fluid movements with careful eyes, and it didn't take him long to realize the man was noticeably bigger than him and had more concealed weapons than he could imagine. The man grinned again, hand tightening around the dagger that dripped crimson blood onto the cream floor, the splats bright against the surface.

"What? Is the little boy scared? No one hear to save you now, isn't that right?" The man asked with a wicked laugh that made his blood boiled. He spent his entire life fending for himself. No one ever saved him, and he was more than capable of saving himself. He scowled at him, feeling what he thought was anger bubble up inside of him. It clawed it's way up his throat before his spilled out with his voice creating such a force that the windows shattered and the man was flung back against the wall.

"I am NOT a little boy!" He screamed as the man flew back, surprising Zayn but he still wasn't finished. He raised a hand, closing his fist as he watched the man begin to choke. The feeling was so satisfying as he lifted him off the ground, watching the man struggle and claw at the invisible grasp on his windpipe. Zayn let out a small laugh watching the man as he squeezed harder, the man falling limp as he dropped him and ran out of his room.

Stepping out of that room was like stepping into a nightmare. HE walked down the hallways fueled by anger and fear as he stepped over the corpses of the guards he had seen throughout the castle and his mind immediately went to Liam. Was he alive? Dead? Injured? Fine? There was no way of him knowing for certain so as he stormed down the hallways, snapping the necks of anyone who tried to attack him with the invisible hand he had seemed to conjure up out of thin air.

Soon he made his way to the dining area where the Cheshire sat petrified, as the men began to leave out of windows. The sight made Zayn angry, causing him to grab at the escapees and kill any he could get his hands on. Soon he was covered in blood and drained, the last of them gone. As he fell to his knees, a sight caught his eyes that made his breathing hitch and his heart skip a beat.

Liam. His Liam, was laying face down in a pool of blood, hand around a knife. Zayn crawled toward him, flipping him over as he cradled his head, hot tears streaming down is cheeks and blurring his vision.

"Please, please, don't die. Liam, please!" He yelled, shaking him before he realized he was bleeding out of a gash in his abdomen. He placed his hands over it, although they slid around from the blood pouring out, bringing even more tears to his eyes.

He felt numb, and once again, everything was moving in slow motion. He watched his hands as they turned ice cold, to the point they had a blue hue and the gash began to close up. As soon as it was closed he sat in the pool of blood, arms tightly around Liam's body, rocking back and forth as he cried to himself, praying to whoever to keep him alive, to keep him going.

"Stay alive. Please. For me." He whispered as he pressed a kiss to his temple, running his fingers through his hair. Soon, exhaustion came crashing down on him as he the edges of his vision went blurry and soon the ground came up to meet him. Fast.

That night was a nightmare.