Save Me (Drarry)

Chapter Ten

Harry didn't know how long he had been walking, or where he was going. Or maybe he did. The sun was setting but he didn't care.
Images of his previous life kept flashing through his head. He saw himself, standing next to a girl with bushy brown hair, and a boy with red hair and freckles, all of them were smiling. They looked so...happy.
The sound of footsteps suddenly pulled Harry from his thoughts. He quickly stepped into the shadows, watching as four boys came into view.
“What is it Dennis?” one asked.
“I don't know, thought I heard something.”
“Well keep your eyes peeled,” said another.
As they were about to pass, Harry stepped backwards. There was a loud breaking sound. A gasp escaped his lips. Looking down he realized he had stepped on a broken bottle.
“Who's there?!” Shouted the first boy, holding up his rifle.
Suddenly there was a bright light shined into his eyes.
Harry hissed shutting them tight.
When the brightness lessened, he opened them again. A very shocked face stared back at him.
“Harry?”

The other boy pointed his rifle directly at his chest.
“Stay back Neville, he's infected,” he said, putting his arm in front of the boy still shining the light in his face.
“Harry?” The boy, Neville, asked again.
“Yes?” Harry whispered.
They all let out gasp of shock.
“Did he just talk?” asked the dark boy.
Harry took a step closer to them.
“Hey! Stay back!” yelled the one with the gun.
“Seamus, what if he's not infected?”
“He is Neville, look at his skin, it's grey and has the same blue veins,” stated Seamus. “He was bit, remember?”
“But he just spoke.”
“Shut up Dean!”
Harry didn't know what to do. But he didn't want to stay there. He remembered. Those boys used to be his friends, but he remembered. They were with him, the red head, the day he was turned. The were not to be trusted.
He was suddenly very afraid. He wanted to be anywhere but there, needed to. His mind screamed danger. Without thinking, he began to run as last as he could.
He didn't get very far before two shots rang out. Bullets traveled through his lower left leg and chest, causing him to cry out and fall to the ground.
“Seamus, what the hell?!” Dean yelled.
“He was trying to escape!”
Harry's body lay still, blood pooling out out from underneath of him.
“Neville, go check if he's dead,” Seamus ordered.
“What? No!”
“Fine! I'll do it!”
He cautiously walked towards the body, keeping his gun trained on him.
As soon as he was only a few inches away, Seamus lifted his foot, and gently nudged him. When nothing happened, he leaned down and placed his fingers on Harry's neck.
Almost if it was a trigger, Harry lashed out, grabbing onto Seamus’s ankle, sinking his teeth into the skin that showed.
Seamus screamed, quickly taking his gun and hitting Harry repeating in the head until he was unconscious.
His hands shook, and he dropped the gun. What have I done, he thought. He turned back towards his friends only to see pure fear on their faces.
“Guys…” he started, taking a few steps forward.
“Stay back Seamus!” Dean yelled, his Magnum pointed directly at his chest.
“Dean, baby please, you know I wouldn't hurt you, just put the gun down.”
“You're infected Seamus, I can't trust you anymore.”
“Yes you can! I'm still the same person see? I'm fine!” he cried, stepping closer.
“One more step and I'll pull the trigger.”
“You wouldn't do that. No, no you love me! You said you loved me!”
He lifted his foot to take another step.
A shot rang out.
Seamus was dead before his body even hit the ground, a single bullet buried within his chest, directly through his heart.