The Dead Boy (Ziall)

Chapter 17 ~ Maimed

Chapter 17 ~ Maimed

~Zayn's POV~

My mouth falls open.

They are back...

"Niall is still there with them." I then realize and start to panic. "We have to go back, Liam. They might kill him."

Liam frowns. "He's already dead, Zayn, but you are right. They might have been hurting him again."

I nod and stand up. I want to go back now. I only don't know yet how I, a silly human, can win against two ghosts. Scary ghosts that probably want me back.

"I don't know how I can safe him. I don't know how to win from them." I say miserably while looking at Liam.

Liam smirks. "I have a plan."

~*~

~Just after Zayn got away~

~Niall's POV~

I didn't even look at the person I jumped on. I just knew I had to save Zayn and give him a chance to run away from this horrible place.

He has still a whole life in front of him and they can't kill me again, so yeah, jumping on the thing that attacked Zayn was the best plan I had.

I also know Zayn got away. Away from this danger.

"Get off of me!" A man's voice shouts after I finally took the upper hand in the wrestling match we are holding.

I ignore him. If I let him go now, he will go after Zayn, and he can leave this ground, I can't. From the moment he escapes, I can't do anything anymore, except for hoping that Liam will keep Zayn safe.

Spoken of Liam. I know now that he isn't the bad guy. The man under me has a deeper voice. A voice that I recognize from somewhere, but I don't want to think about it now.

"What the fuck, Walter? You can't even fight off a little boy?" Another voice suddenly speaks from the doorway.

A hand grabs my neck hard. It would definitely have left bruises if I were still alive.

I can't do anything when I'm pulled off the ghost I was fighting.

"Well, I'm sorry. He got stronger since the last time." He says and stands up from his spot on the floor.

Then the lights flick on and finally I can see the ghosts clearly.

My mouth falls open and my tummy clamps in fright.

Not them...

I recognize the duo as the two who killed me and my parents.

"No, no." I cry out and close my eyes. Let this please be a dream. A horrible dream.

A sting in my cheeks makes me open my eyes again. The man I recognize as Walter is standing in front of me smirking. He just slapped me.

"Don't cry, honey. Mummy will... Oh no, right, mummy is gone. She won't help you. And neither will daddy." He says in a mocking tone.

I don't think he knows how angry he made me with those words. The subject of my parents has Always been a sensitive one. It gets me mad hearing those words from the man that helped with killing them.

Leave them out of this!" I say, finally speaking up.

Both men chuckle. "Hit a soft spot, Blondie?" Alex asks from behind me and then throws me against the wall hard.

Face first I hit the hard bricks and I can clearly feel my nose break.

I thought that when I was finally dead, I would be released from this two monster.