Love In Death (1D AU)

Chapter Two - Zayn

Today is the 25th April 1915 and some other troops and I just landed in Gallipoli from London. I'm 20 years old and I am determined to return home to my family. I love them.

I am about to lead a surprise attack on the enemy. They have set base just down the hill and we are temporarily stationed on the hill out of sight of the enemy.

Zayn closed his small journal and put it, and his pencil, in his pocket. He would be a coward not to admit that he was scared. He didn't know whats going to happen, He could die tonight and that scared the hell out of him. He could lead his men into a trap? And all that training and preparation would be for nothing.

An hour has passed after the sun went down and it is time for Zayn's squadren to leave.

"Ok men, we are about to sneak up on the enemy and...get rid of as many as we possibly can. Anything could happen and I just wanted you to now that it has been a pleasure working with you, gentleman. Best of luck in returning to your familys and doing your country proud at the end of this war." Zayn said to his men.

A young boy came up to him, he couldn't be more then 15, he must've faked his age to serve in the war. Only the bravest soldiers and dedicated men give the authorities false ages to serve their countries.

"Thankyou Captain Malik. Good luck to you too." He said. Johnson, he thought his name was.

"Thankyou Johnson." He said, shocked. He cleared my throat, "Alright men, lets go."

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The enemy base was in sight and Zayn's men were hidden among the trees. The enemies had gone to sleep with one man on watch. Idiots. Zayn gestured to Banks, one of his soldiers, and he started forward. Banks crept up silently behind the soldier, who was looking sleepy, and pulled out his knife. Slowly he reached out in front of the man and drew across his neck.

Zayn watched as the soldier slowly slumped on the ground, blood pooling around him.

Suddenly he heard a click sound and something pressing into his lower back. He slowly put his hands in the air. His heart running a million miles an hour like a wild horse.

"If you want your men to leave in one peice I suggest you put your gun down and come with me." A raspy voice said in a whipser, next to Zayn's ear. He nodded slowly and made a slight gesture with his left hand. He flicked his fingers so his men will know to retreat slowly and silently. After that Zayn dropped his gun to the ground.

The gun pressing into Zayn's back wasn't removed as the man pushed him into a tent. He pushed him onto his knees and his gun come in contact with his cheek. Zayn tasted iron and his cheek stung. His hand went to his mouth and he saw blood on his fingers.

"Let my men go." Zayn said, sternly. He knew it wasn't going to work but it was worth a try.

"What if I said no?" The man said, fidling with something on a fold out table. Zayn knew that there was no point in trying to get away because the man would just shoot him on the spot but he can't stay because then his death will become a live execution.

"So your the Captain of this....band of misfits." He said, coldly.

"I am, and they are not a band of misfits, they are highly trained soldiers and I would put my life in there hands." Zayn countered.

He punched him across the jaw, pain shot through him and he could feel his face bruising. "Don't speak to me unless I ask you ask you a question!" He yelled right in Zayn's face. He stayed silent.

What an ass, Zayn thought.

He went behind Zayn and tied his hands behind his back. He walked back in front of Zayn and there was a wild look in his eyes. Zayn refused to show emotion on his face so it was just blank, like all the life had left it. He had spent many years perfecting this look.