Killer (Ziall AU)

Chapter 2

Another chapter!

Thank you all for reading!

So, I wrote most of this chapter a couple days ago when I was babysitting. Obviously I was tired and the chapter was shit so I rewrote it. Hope you guys like it :)

I know its short but the chapters will get longer and the story will get better!

Dedication: @xclusivezayn, @alex5342 (your comment made me happy), and @SmilingNiallxxx (because you watch criminal minds, therefore you’re cool)

Words: 805

Enjoy!

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~Niall’s POV~

I woke up to a pounding headache, my shoulders ached and wrists burned. My head felt heavy, and I could feel I was suspended because my feet didn’t touch the ground… at least I didn’t think they did anyways. I tugged on my wrists, causing them to burn more as the ropes rubbed at my skin roughly. I whimpered into the cloth in my mouth, still seeing nothing but black. I tried swinging my head around to see if anything was visible, but that only resulted in my head spinning and more black. It was a lighted black though, small rays of light came through so I guessed I was blindfolded as well. I could feel something crusty on my forehead, causing my face to scrunch up in disgust. I didn’t know where or with who I was, and I didn’t really remember how I got here either. All I remember was walking home from work and a sweet smell. My stomach churned and I felt the need to throw up, but nothing came out- luckily for me. I racked my brain for what happened last night. Things flashed quickly through my mind, almost too quickly to catch, but then it hit me. Walking home, the footsteps echoing off the brick walls, the shallow beams of light breaking the darkness, the strong muscular arms, tan hand, utter fear and then darkness- everything came back to me. I whimpered in fear, tugging harshly at the restraints on my hands causing my whole body to start to sway. Footsteps were heard from the floor above me, moving steadily towards something. Then they stopped, a creak sounded a little bit away, and then the footsteps continued. They got closer and closer, heavy footfalls going down the stairs, and then again they stopped for just a moment before there was a loud click that echoed through the room and the creaking of a door opening right in front of me. Pure, petrifying fear filled my being causing me to freeze up, my body swinging rigidly from side to side in small little waves. There was a dark chuckle, a beautiful noise were it not for the person that made it. I didn’t know who he was, or what he looked like, but I did know he was strong, and smart, and owned a beautiful laugh- dark or not. I knew this was leading to a dark and dangerous place, but beauty came in many shapes and forms- just because he beautiful laugh/ dark chuckle didn’t mean he was a beautiful person- but someone who kidnaps  people couldn’t really be a good person. The footsteps started up again, closer and closer before they stopped again right in front of me. His hot breath fanning over my face, the smell of mint hit my nose and I whimpered at his closeness. A hand gently touched my cheek, causing me to flinch away from the touch and whimper again, tears springing to my eyes but not falling. He cooed lightly, placing his hand gently on my face again and stroked lightly at the flushed skin.

“They always do that.” He muttered voice like honey and sounding slightly bewildered. I didn’t know if he really was confused or not, but I surely was. I had no idea what he was talking about. “They always squirm, and flinch away from me like I’m going to hurt them.”  He muttered softly, almost as if he was saddened by the fact that his victims were scared of him. His fingers lightly traced the contours of my face, delicately going over each and every hair and grove and indent as if studying me, trying to memorize my face. He had the delicacy of an artist, or a mother and it seemed he did care but that wasn’t something that could be true.

“They all fight me too, but you’re different. You didn’t fight me. You’re special” he muttered hands retracting from my face and a pair of lips on my cheek.

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So, chapter 2! Kind of going with the flow I suppose.

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