Taking bullets // Zayn Malik fanfiction

3. /A shot in the dark/

Copyright Infringement (Pandora) 2014

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+ Song + She wolf by David Guetta (in the sidebar)

| a shot in the dark |

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The moment I hear the pop of the bullet and the force against my palm I duck down. Screams engulf the immense crowd and they all frantically scramble around. They were screaming before with cries of pleasure but now it's transitioned into fear.

I somehow maneuver through the crowd as the rest of the band files off the stage with worried expressions dressing their faces.

They'll never know its me seeing how there must be over 10,000 people here. Its a shame that Zayn hopped in front of Louis to take that bullet, it truly wasn't meant for him.

Zayn Malik isn't brave or heroic, he's stupid. He shouldn't have shielded that bullet and now he's paying the price.

I feel the heavy gun bounce in every direction in my pocket while I jog through the clusters of teenage girls.

"Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me." I repeat while squeezing through the other girls my age.

I find the blind spot where I entered the arena before and slip through the small space. Most people wouldn't be able to fit through this confined space successfully but I guess I'm not most people. I crawl through the air vents on my elbows and knees trying to make the least amount of noise I can possibly emit.

"1,2,3" I count off the feet I crawl until I finally reach one hundred and fifty. I have to make three left hand turns and one right handed one.

If I counted accurately I know where I am now and can successfully escape unnoticeably. I wipe the sweat off my forehead before continuing my endeavour.

I retract my knee and bang it against the bottom of the metal vent. I do it repeatedly until I feel the floor of the vent start to give out. But it's barely budging.

A tear slides down my pale cheek, the feeling cold and unfamiliar compared to my heated face as the thought of not being able to successfully escape comes to mind. Never seeing my family ever again is a fate I never want to receive. Don't I deserve it though? I'm a fugitive now so I shouldn't receive anything nice.

I shake the thoughts out of my head and continue to hit my knee against the cold metal. I should have thought this out more thoroughly maybe brought a hammer of some sort.

"Come on, come on" I choke out in between sobs. I feel the metal fall weaker underneath my knee and smile slightly.

A sheet of metal paneling peels off the vent and falls to the tiled floor with a light thud.

"Thank you god." I mumble and shimmy out of the confined space.

When my feet hit the floor with excessive force, I have to balance on my hands slightly to get used to the feeling.

I stand to my full height which isn't much and begin hurriedly pacing the hallway with force. I use the wall to retain my balance, for I think my nerves are getting the worse of me and now I can barely stand straight.

My shoes create a shrill shrieking sound as I abruptly stop when I realise all the walls are an identical blank beige colour.

I lazily point my finger at the wall and squint in confusion. The hair that escaped my plait annoyingly is glued to my forehead with my sweat as its adhesive. I push it out my way and continue gawking.