Five Degrees from Freezing - Larry Stylinson

Chapter xix - Ocean Blue

Hi! This is one of my favourite chapters and I worked hard on it and on the artwork (i've been writing/correcting this chapter since July and the art takes days to make) so please comment on the paragraphs/sentences and ask questions if you have any :)
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"You teach people that killing is wrong by killing."

Louis ended his sentence briefly. The heavy weight of the love he never knew he had pushed him down and blacked out his mind from all rationality as he spoke. He had been in confinement for three days with nowhere to go, nothing to see and nothing to bring his thoughts to somewhere stable.

So here he was, strapped down to a wooden chair by the ankles and waist, sitting helplessly in the centre of a fancy room like a wild animal that was about to be put down.

He could no longer see the sunlight that seeped in through the large glass windows, he couldn't feel its warmth, no matter how much he wanted to. The voices around him sounded like he was listening to them through endless layers of water. He wished he could just fade away, like a drop of rain landing in a puddle, or a shadow when there's a clouded sun.

The only clear memory that was scarred in his brain was the moment he was ripped away from Zayn's side. Every time he closed his eyes to blink he could see it. It was only when the darkness blinded him that he could feel pain. That, is why he chose to face his nightmares with open eyes.

When they closed, everything he once had was lost again.

He looked up and his slit grey gaze met with Marcel's. The fifteen year old was sat on a chair opposite him, tapping his ring on the table in repetitively annoying motions. His, what seemed, double-irised eyes looked back through his thick glasses and his expression stayed serious with that slight hint of fear. He was a useless brother, at least, that's what Louis couldn't help but think. He never said a word, and never did anything but watch. He never spoke. Just observed..

Louis dragged his eyes away from the brat and they fell on William. He was standing against the wall of the room with his foot propped against it and arms folded. His head was down as if he was waiting for something and Louis knew, he was waiting for an explanation. He wanted to know why Louis and Zayn were having sex with Harry. He wanted to know why they'd tied him up. But most of all, he wanted to know what kind of freaks they really were.

Louis licked his tongue around his mouth, tasting the teeth that had started to push through faster than a simple human's could ever do. He glared at the soon-to-be King.

"He was nothing but kind to you and you beat him to death." He said when he didn't receive an answer to the comment he said a long while before. He spat out the words and wriggled, trying to get out of the chair but he couldn't. He stopped moving, giving up on trying to achieve something that would never happen. "You've buried your honour and taken the only person I had left.." His voice went quiet but it echoed between the walls of the room and hit William's ears.

"My role is to defend the country. I'm the Prince of the Wars and Cavalry; It was my duty and honour to kill him." The man put his foot down and lifted his head up, glaring at the freak in front of him. "That creature deserved to d-"

"He has a name!"

Louis' yelling was loud. He interrupted William and took him by surprise, but the man regained his posture and shook his head. He walked up to Louis, stopping beside the table, a few feet away. "He's dead." William said. "He had a name."

"Shut the hell up!"

The voice shouted over the silence that followed where Louis felt himself fall apart. However, the voice that shouted didn't come from him.