Catch me if you can [ A Zouis Horror Fanfiction. ]

Prologue

**Disclaimer** This story may contain some drug use and some attempting of rape. Also may contain some very descriptive, bloody scenes. If you are okay with these, then go ahead and read on. If not, then I kindly ask that you please do not read this. Thank you. Enjoy!

Louis Tomlinson was driving past a whole bunch of empty space when his eyes landed on the one and only, Malik Mansion. He had been looking for a nice place to build houses and he finally found it. No one has been there for years; It's perfect.

"Hey, stop the car!" Louis yelled at the driver. The driver swerved and looked back with a horrified expression. "You almost got us killed, sir," The driver gasped. Louis rolled his eyes and stepped out of the car swiftly.

"What a baby," Louis mumbled to himself. He walked towards the giant steel gates and observed them intently. He pulled out a recorder and spoke into it, "Hmm, not too rusty. There's a lock on the gate but it shouldn't be much of a bother though."

He walked around the house and took in every detail that was visible. He brought the recorder to his mouth and spoke again, "The grass is an odd shade of yellow, and there's graffiti all over the left side of the house."

He continued to look around, casually sticking his head through the gate holes every now and then for a better view of something. While he was looking around, he saw a shadowy figure in the corner of his eye but quickly shrugged it off, blaming it on his lack of sleep.

He arrived back at the car and stepped inside. The driver sighed in relief once his eyes landed on Louis, "Oh my goodness, sir. I was just about to call the police. You've heard the rumours about this place; I wouldn't want you getting hurt."

"Calm down, Edward," Louis chuckled while rolling his eyes. "I was totally fine. Why should I be scared of something I can't see or feel?"

But Louis should be scared, because Zayn wasn't dead. About ten years ago, there was a large group that massacred the Malik family. Zayn didn't die though. Those people gave it their best shot but didn't succeed. Why they did it? Well that remains a mystery. Some say it was for their riches, others say that they were insane. It was almost impossible to find out what really happened.

Edward sighed and turned on the engine. "Just be careful, Sir."

"You sound like my mother. Trust me, I can take care of myself." Louis replied bluntly before slouching back against the leather seats and crossing his arms.

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Zayn Malik watched as the man with the suit walked around and spoke into the stupid recorder. What was this man doing on his property? Was he going to try and kill Zayn? The questions went filled Zayn's mind.

Why would a business man want to do with this house anyway? Would they embarrass his family even further? Zayn wanted answers.

He walked outside and watched as the man admired the mansion. He crouched under a large wooden table and observed the man with much fascination.

"The grass is an odd shade of yellow, and there's graffiti all over the left side of the house," Zayn heard the brunette say. His voice was smooth but held a sort of edge to it. It was unlike anything he had ever heard before. Was it sexy?

No, stop! Zayn shook away the childish thoughts. He wanted to get rid of this man. He wasn't really the type that Zayn would go after, but he couldn't care less. This man was a threat to Zayn. He needed to get rid of him.