Fallen (One Direction Fanfic)

~Chapter 2~

Harry's POV:

The shock was still bundled up inside me. I didn't know what I just did. I couldn't control my actions, it all just happened so fast.

The knife. The blood. The shrieking scream.

What have I done?

I stared down at the dead corpse beside me. The knife imprints were deep, blood was seeping out, staining the man's clothes

His eyes were still open, that deep green chrystal color. His demeanor looked so similar to mine. The natural mahagony curled hair, that looked darker than it really was because he was so pale and his wide nose that made his face look slender. We were a match.

The imbrued knife slipped out of my hand and crashed onto the floor. The sound made me cringe.

The man didn't look at peace. He still had that star-struck look on his face... The look he had before I killed him.

My heart was crashing in my chest, and I felt faint. This wasn't how it supposed to turn out...

Behind me, there was a small whimper. I had forgotten that I had an audience the entire time. They had seen me; they knew who I truly was... A murderer.

My eyes drifted to the person responsible.

I saw the small figure, cramped up into the corner of the wall. Her hands were shaking and her eyes didn't know where to look. She wouldn't dare look me in the eyes, now.

Her lips quivered, and I realized that she was about to break into sobs.

I took a step forward, in hopes to comfort her, but she flinched closer to the corner, trying to get as far away as she could from me.

She curled her knees up and hid her face into them. Her body trembled from beneathe her, while her soft cries filled the air. Her fists balled up by her head, and tangled into her hair. 

I felt the hot tears swelling in my eyes, as I began to realize what I had done.

"G-Gem. P-Please..." I weeped.

The sound of my voice only made her cry harder. But why wouldn't it? After all I did...

Kill our father.

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I aroused from my slumber, sitting up as fast as I could. My breathing was abnormally fast and I could feel sweat dripping down the side of my face.

The images in my head were still there. The corpse and Gemma seemed imprinted in my mind. I couldn't get them out... It seemed like I was reliving my worst memory again.

My heart started to slow, and my thoughts were diminishing. Clearing my mind is what I was good at. Forgetting was another thing.

I stood up, and realized where I was.

The old church. It was bombed, destroyed, and basically a place no one sane would go.

But that's just it... I'm not sane.

Far from it.

Liam's POV:

"No! That's crazy! The plan will never work!" Head commissioner, Dennis, accounced slamming his fist into the oak table. His glare was hard and stern at me, as if he controlled me. Not the other way around.

I kept my posture, the way I was taught since the beginning. "I don't care what you think. It's my decision. Fallen is my city. Not yours."

His lip twitched and his eyebrows were already drawn together, but I could smell his defeat from here. He knew he couldn't do anything, only I had control.