The room 102 - z.m fics

Life for Life

I felt like I was living between a dream and a nightmare, I didn't know where could I be. I needed to open my eyes but I didn't want at same time.

-          Chris. – I finally heard the voice that I needed, felt the hug that I needed. – I am here. It's all good.

-          Zayn..fuck, I got so scared.

I finally could look around and Carlos was dead, he was the one who got killed. His head was bleeding, his eyes were opened like his mouth was. That view was scared but I was hugging Zayn, I was hugging the one that I needed and the rest didn't matter more.

-          Who..who did..this..

-          I did, Chris. Life for life, remember ? – He looked at me.

Exactly in the moment that Michael arrived to the living room, to that dirty living room full of dead people. He was with two fingers bleeding, fingers from somebody else, that made me remember the horror movies that I used to see when I was a curious kid.

-          Joshua is done. Carlos is done. But I didn't find any information.  Let's go to the van.

-          What ? Like that ?

-          Do you want to get killed ?

-          No..not at all.

-          So follow me. Act like it's nothing and close the damn door.

He looked mad and I was afraid. Maybe we didn't did the things In the right time, in the right way, in the way he wanted. I was the last one to leave that room, the one who closed the door, the last one seeing that ugly and awful view. I will never forget those faces.

When we finally arrived in the van, my heart came back to the normal rhythm. I couldn't believe he killed somebody, I couldn't believe we saw all of that in less than 30 minutes. I didn't say a word in the whole trip, Zayn stayed like me, keep holding my hands. Michael was driving with one eye in the road and other one in papers.

  Papers which I couldn't understand a word, there was so many numbers, long numbers, words that weren't English, words with no meanings. Maybe it wasn't about, maybe it was about other case that he was going to solve in any soon.

-           Joshua couldn't talk so I took him 2 fingers and broke his neck. – he said. – and you, who killed Carlos ?

-          Me. – Zayn answered, he didn't look regretful anyway

-          Did he tell you something ?

-          He was going to kill Christine.

-          So you killed him ? – he looked offended and I didn't understand.

-          I wouldn't let him kill her..for the God sake.

-          You could threaten him before do anything, no?

-          I am not the type of guy to wait to kill..

-          Sometimes we have to wait, sometimes we have to see our biggest strength get killed to understand what to do.

-          I am sorry but that's not something I will ever do. I will defend her..

-          Or you learn or you don't come with us. She comes with me and if I have to let her die, I will.

-          How can you say something like that ? She needs to be protected. It's her that they want!

He stopped the car, I almost jumped from my sit. He was even more mad, I tried to calm Zayn by holding his hands tight, he could feel how nervous I am.

-          IT'S YOU WHO THEY WANT, ZAYN. – he screamed at us. – Look at this, yes read this, read it! Christine doesn't matter to them, you do! You are the one who they are trying to catch!

He threw some papers at us, the same papers he was reading before and close, I could understand what they meant.

                    It was screenshots of conversations from messages, there was no names, just phone numbers. The whole conversations was about killing my dad, killing Zayn, killing my dog, rap Cameran. They were describing exactly the way they were going to kill every single one of us and Zayn was in the last plane, there were even dates to kill them and my father's dead matched exactly about the day and time he got killed.

-          This is so..scary.

-          Do you want an advice ? Move from Los Angeles. This gang isn't just 5 boys, this gang is a way larger than just the ones who got killed and if you want to be safe, stay away from this city please.

-          Where can we go ? Is London safe ? – Zayn asked.

-          It's far and yes, it's safe but you should choose a country that didn't speak English so it will be harder for them.

-          But we don't know anybody from other countries, we don't have house or money enough.

-          Wait..my mom has a house in France, Nice. A really good apartment.

-          Do you have the keys ?

-          At home, yes.

-          Go there. You have to go.

-          Like when ? We need to..

-          You need to get faster because see, Zayn's death is planned from today in two fucking weeks. Or you go or you lose him.

I looked at Zayn, trying to realize how would we do it before their plan could start, trying to see how could we save them, us, trying to make a crazy lunatic plan to save somebody's life.

And here comes the question that Zayn was thinking right before we get involved with all of this: why do I wanted to save somebody's life?