Stockholm Syndrome *One Direction Fanfic*

Chapter 1

Crunch, crunch.

One of my favorite sounds, boots in snow. I halfheartedly listened to my twin sister Abigail chatter on and on about the most important thing in the whole universe to her...

" Isn't Jace just the cutest kid in school? I mean I just love his hair! It's just so perfect. Oh, and don't get me started. . ." She bubbled on excitedly as her blonde curls bobbed up and down.

See, everyone loves Abigail. They all think she's perfect. We look exactly alike, blonde hair, gray eyes and fair skin, though that's where the comparisons stop. As I said she's a pretty popular person. Guys swoon over her every ten feet. Me? I'm just your average Plain-Jane nobody. No guy would be caught dead within two feet of me. Yet though we are different, we are best of friends. I don't know what I would do without her.

We turned the corner into the town square and a gust of bitter wind hit my face. I pulled my hood up over my head and drew the strings taught to keep out the snow. I hung my head low and crossed my arms. I really shouldn't have just brought a sweatshirt. Abigail continued to jabber on about some band she liked with these pretty boys with tight jeans. Well, basically. One Way? I don't remember, but I wasn't trying too hard to pay attention to her. That's pretty much how our relationship works.

Suddenly, Abigail waved a perfectly manicured hand in my face, and I batted it away slightly annoyed. Then she rested her other hand on my shoulder making me stop. It was getting dark and the snow was starting to pick up.

"Look, no offense but I -"

"Shh," she said. "Annabeth, did you hear that"

Almost on cue, the silence was broken by an earth-shattering scream, making the cold air even more frigid.

We both broke into a run across the snow covered plaza and took a turn down North Ave. towards Main. We were getting close to the source of the sound when it stopped. We peeled around a corner and ended up in an alley. Dead end, nothing here. Just as I was about to turn, Abi tapped my shoulder and motioned into the alley. It was too dark to tell, but I thought I caught a glimpse of movement. Then my eyes adjusted to the dark, and I saw a lump in the far corner of the alley. No, not a lump, a body. Abigail ran over to it and laid a hand on its forehead.

"She's dead!" She shrieked.

I rolled my eyes. "Unless her brain has a pulse, that's not gonna work."

I knelt next to the body and examined it. She was a girl around our age, 17. She was dressed in winter apparel and had a long, dark braid draped over her shoulder. I took her hand and rolled up her coat sleeve. I pressed my thumb into her wrist, waiting for a beat. Nothing. Next to me Abigail was hyperventilating searching her pockets frantically for her phone. As I moved my hand to her neck and lightly pressed my fingers just under her jawline, I felt something sticky and recoiled. My fingers almost looked red in the fading light. Wait. . .

"Oh, no," I whispered under my breath. I couldn't make it out, but I now noticed a wound on the girls throat.

"Abi, we need to go." I stood up abruptly. "Now."

I pulled her to her feet and began to back away, my brain working at a million miles an hour. It didn't take long to connect the dots. That movement in the alley just before we arrived, the scream, the bloody wound on the girl's neck.

We just witnessed a murder.

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