lose your mind n.s. (discontinued)

nine

A rough pounding against the back of Niall's skull lulled him out of a blackened state. He groaned softly, attempting to move a hand up to his forehead, only to discover that his hands were restrained. They were tied together around a rusty pole.

Niall blinked a few times, clearing his vision, before looking around the dark room. He was confused. He couldn't remember how he had gotten there for a few minutes before it finally clicked in his head.

He turned his head, looking for the very girl he came to save, spotting her still tied up on his left.

She was staring at him. He sat up as best as he could considering his restrains.

"Elizabeth?" He whispered out. She nodded.

"Is he here?" She shook her head slowly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes," She let out in a soft whisper. "Are you okay? I tried to warn you but he was just too fast."

"Yeah I'm okay, m'head hurts a little but i'll be fine."

She nodded again.

"It'll be okay, Darling. I called for back up.. They'll be here soon." She didn't respond, but Niall knew she was terrified.

He pulled at his bounds, trying to loosen them, to no avail. Suddenly, he remembered the very reason he was led here.

"Princess?" He asked the scared girl, she looked at him, "Was there another detective here? Detective Styles?"

She shook her head.

"No? H didn't see him either then?"

She shook her head again.

"Do you know where he went?"

"Um.. There's a door over there.." She nodded her head, indicating a white door Niall hadn't noticed before, "He went in there about five minutes ago, talking to himself."

Niall nodded, looking around the room again. He had no idea if H could hear them.

Suddenly, the white door which the young girl was just indicating at, squealed open, revealing a tall figure. The room was too dim for Niall to be able to make out any details.

"Oh you're awake?" An oddly familiar voice came from the figure, who was walking closer to Niall.

Niall watched, strangely unafraid of his captor.

When he got close enough for Niall to see him, he gasped.

"Harry?"

Harry smiled a little, "How lovely it is to finally see you, Detective."

Niall was thrown off.

"Harry untie me! We need to get out of here before H comes back!"

Surprisingly, Harry just laughed. It wasn't his usual laugh that made the room seem lighter, no it was almost maniacal. He backed away from Niall and walked over to the young girl. Niall had been attempting to loosen his ties, nearly close to getting the knot undone so it would be easier for Harry.

"Yeah okay, untie her first, then me and we'll get out of here before the squad comes."

Harry ignored him, standing next to the girl who's eyes were wide in fear.

Niall was confused, why was she afraid of Harry?

Then Niall understood, when he saw the knife in his hand. He untied the knot, rubbing his wrists.

"Sweetheart it's okay! Harry's just going to cut you loose." The poor girl was shaking, she was so frightened.

Niall was about to let out another word of encouragement, as he rose from the ground, when he saw Harry bring the knife to the girls neck.

Suddenly, it all clicked in place. That wasn't Harry.

Like second nature, he pulled his gun from it's holder on his hip and held it up, pointing it at the man's skull.

"Drop the knife and put your hands on your head."

The man, who Niall had thought was Harry originally, didn't move. Niall was actually shocked that he looked so much like Harry, he was almost ashamed that he thought it was Harry. But he blamed it on the fuzziness of his brain, and the fuzziness of the room.

The man laughed, pushing the blade against the girls neck, hissing out, "I'm so glad you get to witness the completion of the finest work of art i've ever laid my eyes on."

He was still facing away from Niall, who was slowly creeping closer.

The man, who Niall had gathered as H, looked at him, slicing the blade across the girls throat. Blood began flowing out of her jugular, her choking noise filled the room. She was drowning in her own blood.

Niall would've shot him, if it wasn't for the fact that the man he was looking at wasn't H at all, it was Harry. He was frozen in shock.

Harry, grinned at him, wiping the bloodied blade onto his trousers, taking a step toward the detective.

"Oh my sweet, the look on your face is better than I could have ever imagined. Your sweet prince is no longer as much of a knight in shining armor as you had thought, hm?"

Niall still had the gun pointed at Harry's head, shaking uncontrollably. He was so confused, scared, shocked, and heartbroken, he didn't know what to do.

Tears which had been pooling in his eyes, were falling aimlessly down his cheeks.

"How delicious you are. If only I would have taken you," Harry was now merely a foot away, "You're a very beautiful piece of art."

Niall took a step backward.

"W-what.. Harry.. Y-you're H?" He let out shakily.

"Pathetic. You think that I'm that little bitch? Please, Detective I thought you were the smart one? Do I need to spell it out for you?" H was encouraged by Niall's lack of words to continue, "Harry lives inside this measly shell, along with me. Disgusting? I know, I dread sharing the same brain as him. Of course, he doesn't know he shares his brain, he's very dense you see. I'm Hyde, Harry's better half."

Niall lowered his gun, "Y-you're.. You have that, that personality thing? The multiple people thing?"

Niall sounded like a blubbering idiot, Hyde didn't like it. Apparently Niall was as stupid as Harry.

"Yes, you're very slow aren't you?"

"Where's Harry?" Niall's voice suddenly boomed.

"He's gone."

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THE END OF PART ONE! Ahh i'm very excited about this chapter and I hope y'all enjoyed it.. and I hope you don't hate me too much! I had all the chapters leading up to and including this one previously written, but I have not written any farther and I don't really have a plan for the rest of it! So please be patient with me and I'll try my best to get the rest out to y'all. Thanks for staying with the story line.

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