Young Justice (One Direction Superhero FanFiction) |Cut off-Complete|

Kidnapping: The Victims

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Louis' POV

"Go, go go! C'mon, you can do it, almost there! Go, go!" Race cars zoom across a long track, aggressively pushing each other to get ahead. My fingers scavenge across my controller, pushing buttons at random, trying to stay in the lead. Zayn stays silent beside me, concentrating thoroughly to try and trick himself ahead of me.

"C'mon!" I scream at the T.V., anxiety rising every second. "No, no, no, no, NO!!!"

"YES!" Zayn praises at the same time I falter. "I did it! I won!"

"Yeah, whatever." I sigh, throwing the controller down on the floor.

"What's going on?" Niall walks in, munching on a bowl of cereal.

"I just beat the crap out of Louis! Aw man, you should have seen it!"

"Nice mate!" Niall and Zayn high-five each other the same moment Liam and Harry walk into the room, bickering about who used the last of Liam's shampoo.

"It wasn't me! I promise!" Harry insists at an agitated Liam.

"If it wasn't you, Harry, why does your hair smell like Coconut?"

"What? A guy simply wants to smell like a tropical fruit and all of a sudden he's accused of murder?"

"Is a coconut even a fruit?" Zayn comments, making the room go silent for a few seconds as everyone wonders about the mystery.

"What's the big deal? It's not like I killed anybody!" Harry breaks the silence with his nonsense shouting.

"No one is accusing you of murder, Harry." Niall chuckles with a mouthful of CocoPuffs.

"Well it might as well be a trial."

"Oh just shut up Harry, just buy Liam some more shampoo so we can all go about our lives." I look up at Harry, noticing his slightly hurt and shocked expression.

"Don't listen to him, Haz." Zayn claps his back. "He's just mad because I beat the living shit out of him." Everyone, besides me, erupts into a fit of laughter, including Harry, making me excuse myself to the loo.

When I find my way I quickly let myself in, shutting and locking the door. I turn the water on in the sink, letting it warm up a little but before cupping my hands under the faucet and splashing a handful on my face. I look up at myself in the mirror, noticing dark circles under my eyes and thin lines on my forehead, foreshadowing an early stage of wrinkles.

I inwardly groan, shutting off the faucet and grabbing the hand towel from a rack to my right, rubbing the soft fabric all over my fatigued facial features to dry them. I take a few more minutes, staring down myself in the mirror before reaching for the door handle to escape my insecurities.

CRASH.

My hand quickly returns back to my side as I hear prattle coming from downstairs.

"Is everything okay down there?" I call to everyone in the room where the noise came from.

No one answers.

I swiftly unlock the door, opening it to reveal an unfamiliar figure wearing dark clothes. Loud cries escape my lips when a large hand wraps around my face, muffling them. A hard object hits my head and my knees give up on my body weight, sending me crashing to the ground.

The unknown figure then picks me up and carries me out into the cold, dark night, tossing me into the back of a beat up van, along with my band mates. Niall, Liam, Harry, and Zayn surround me with their hands and feet tied up, and fabric wrapped round their mouths.