Taken By Five Murderers (A ONE DIRECTION FANFICTION)

The Microchip

My arm hurt. It did that a lot in the mornings. My parents even gave me medicine for it, which helped a little. I don't know where they went, probably into a pile with the rest of our drugs, to be used and sold. Prescriptions were valuable to them I suppose.

"Violet, we need you in the living room. Get dressed please." Louis knocks on the door and speaks at a slightly louder volume, so that it would wake me if I was sleeping. I close my eyes, tightening them.

"Alright," I reply to him, rolling so that I was facing the ceiling. Another restless night had left my body feeling weak. The pain in my arm was quite bad, too. Hopefully it goes away soon. It's not so much a sharp pain as it is just a low dull pain. But after a while, that dull pain starts to really irritate me.

Pushing my arms and behind me to stretch, I sit up. For a moment my vision goes black, my body not used to the sudden movements yet. I could very well become lightheaded when I stand, as well.

I was already in clothes from the day prior, so I just crawled out of bed and into the hallway. Louis had said the living room. On my way down the hall, I stare at the photo memories on the wall. My first steps, my first birthday, first bike ride... A lot of memories. I cherish them more now than I ever did, and that makes me regret so much. There's so many things I should have done. And I don't think there was any way to make it right.

"Ah, Violet," Zayn chimes once I sluggishly reach the room filled with the boys. "Sleep well?" I almost wanted to snap at him, was he being sarcastic? "Now that it's been a while, we have to move on with why you are here." I listen better, sitting down into a wooden chair that was provided for me. The other guys slightly shift, looking at Zayn and waiting for him to speak. "What do you know about the work life of your parents? Speak freely."

"Work life?" I slightly hesitate, having to think for a moment. "My Mom worked in hospitals. Nursing work and such... and my dad was a traveling businessman. He never really explained the details to me, why?" I fiddle with my hands as Zayn clasps his together, leaning forwards.

"He never had any work logos on his belongings?"

"Um, now that I think about it he always wore a pin on his suit, but I don't think it was work related," I lean back slightly, eyes shifting around the room to the other guys.

"What was it?" Liam asks this time, waiting patiently for my answer.

"Uh, it was the letters DLP, but I don't know what they stand for." I never realized how little I knew about my father. I didn't know the new company he worked for or what he did. Either I didn't ask or he never told me.

"Drug Loss Prevention, son of a bitch." Zayn scratched the scruff on his face, little flakes of dried skin falling down. "He was the one stealing, then," His eyes glue to mine. "Violet, did your dad ever mention a microchip to you? Gave one to you or maybe you saw one somewhere?" I shake my head at this, not knowing a lick of what he was talking about.

"I'm being completely honest with you, I promise. I don't know what you're talking about." Zayn leaned back, pushing his jaw forwards. His eyes trained to the ceiling, and his foot began to tap in a random rhythm. After a moment, he leaned back and sighed.

"I believe you," His voice came out calmly, and for once I relaxed a little. "I'm going to have you show us any place in the house he might have his something- any spots we have missed. We checked everywhere." I furrowed my brows, but slowly nodded. This was a lot to take in. I had no idea what Drug Loss Prevention was, nor why my father and mother would be killed over it.

"What's..." I trail, seeing if they would cut me off like always. Much to my surprise, they didn't. "What's on the chip?"

"I won't be disclosing any information to you that isn't needed for you to know. This is one of those things. Understand we are doing this for your protection." I clenched my hands, teeth gritting together. "And yes, we are in fact protecting you." They could see right through me. I didn't try to hide it, though. How is this protecting me? That's what I was screaming at them inside. On the outside, my body was quivering and barely holding back from punching something- or someone.

Louis stepped forwards, speaking for the boys. "What Zayn means so say is it's just important, okay? One of the things we need to obtain so that we can leave."

I stare down at the ground, refusing to meet any of their gazes. I hate that they expected so much from me, as if I was their property. Well, when I'm on the wrong end of a gun barrel I guess I am. Until the gun runs out of bullets. Sadly, I think they brought an entire armory with them. "I'll make a list of places he could've hidden it, and show the ones you can't locate to you. I can't make any promises because again, I still have no idea what is going on."

Zayn nods, accepting my offer, and gives a small wave. Harry is the one to escort me back to my room. I walked slowly up the steps, staring again at the pictures on the wall. They filled me with joy, but yet sadness overflowed. "Can I- Can I take the photos down? And put them into a box?" I turn to look at Harry, my eyes nearly pleading. He shrugs.

"As long as you remain in my sight." He tells me, and I nod. Grabbing an empty box from a guest rooms closet, I make my way back to the stairs with Harry close on my tail. He didn't speak or helped, just observed. My hand grips the first frame, and I look up harshly to stop the tears from flowing. I know I've said this before, but it just didn't feel real to me still. The frames started to blend into one, my mood darkening with each empty spot on the wall. Finally, the last one got placed into the box.

"Thanks," I mumbled, taking the box to my room. I began to rest the box on my leg to open the door, but Harry gripped the handle and twisted, letting it fall open. A smaller thanks escaped me, and I quickly entered the small space. Harry closed the door behind me, and I sat down on my mattress. Photos were all I had left.

Like usual, I spent the evening crying. But this time, they weren't from anger or sadness, they were in remembrance.

Now I just needed to find that damn chip.

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I am so terribly sorry for the long wait of a new chapter. I've had major mental and physical health issues as well as major life changes. I can't promise a speedy next chapter but I can promise that I'm not going anywhere. Your messages and votes and comments all really help me get motivated, so thank you.

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