(1D) Saw ; The Beginning

(5) Chapter Four ; One and Only .

Liam Payne ; 

   "Haz, come on-" I looked at him oddly, wondering why he was still just sitting there.

  

I picked Lou up and hoisted him gently on my back, relieved to hear his breaths against my ear. Harry's eyes were so dead, it was beginning to scare me. I walked over to him and shook him by the shoulder, calling out to him again.

  

    "Haz?" I questioned.

  His eyes shifted. "Yeah, I'll be right there-"

  

Something wasn't right. The tone in his voice was so empty. I wanted to talk about it but right now didn't seem to be the time. So instead I let it slide, walking towards the next room.

Zayn followed behind me, propping Niall up to help support him walk. This room was empty, it didn't make any sense.

  

   I scratched my head. "What is this?"

 "I-It's empty?" Zayn looked around stating the obvious.

  "Sleep...?" Niall mumbled, holding his side.

 "What?" I shot him a puzzled look.

  

He pointed, and written all over the walls was the word 'sleep' continuously. Zayn and I exchanged heavy puzzled glances as Haz finally stepped into the room.

  

   *SLAM*

  

We all jumped hearing the heavy metal door close shut behind us. And like ever other door that has closed behind us, it wasn't a good sign.

      

  

  

Luke Hemmings ; 

My body was so cold. I fell to the floor for the last time but, I had done it. I won. I crawled, panting for breath crying quietly. It was all I could do. A metal latch fell open from the alter and there it was; a syringe.

  

   "You're freedom, and you're antidote-" the clown mocked me, and I was too weak to care. "Congratulations Lucas, you are far more superior than I expected. Go now and fulfill your purpose-"

  "Fuuuuuuck!"

  

I held my wrists up to see. Nothing but blood gushing from the veins. It still burned from the sharp steel but what could I do about it? I rolled over almost falling out of conscious, reaching for the syringe. I stuck it into my forearm and put it in me. I sat still for a few moments but I didn't feel any different. My hand shook in anger. I tossed the empty syringe to the side and turned back onto my stomach. A door was swung open. I crawled my way over trailing blood across the way. Each push forward made me more and more weak.

Finally, I got to the door way. I coughed up blood before pushing my body all the way through. My breaths were short. I rolled back over onto my stomach unable to go on any longer.

  

   *SLAM* 

  

I jumped before it fell silent again. I hit the ground with a close fist, but instead of hitting the ground like I intended, I hit what felt like a shoe instead.