The Animator (Larry Stylinson)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN - THE PRISON

Hours seemed to pass by like days while they were stuck in the moving cart. Every bump they drove over and at every turn they knocked into the walls or their bums hit the bottom of the cart painfully.

Harry didn't speak, his eyes instead travelling around the cart scrutinising everything around him looking for a weakness, something they could possibly utilise in their escape.

For a while he found himself staring at the door, the bodies they were in with were groaning and awakening and all of them had one thing in common. They were all terrified.

Harry couldn't pretend he wasn't feeling frightened, they were after all captured whether it was part of a larger plan or not. Nothing from here on was certain and Harry didn't like thinking about that.

"You walked a long way," Harry muttered to Louis who looked up from the floor of the cart. His eyes looked suspiciously bloodshot like he was fighting off tears.

"It took two days," Louis agreed quietly, looking out of the barred window. They were in a forest now, it was dark and trees were all he could see for miles.

One of the worst parts about being stuck inside the cart was the fact they had no idea how long they would be in there for. Every time the cart slowed down Harrys shoulders tensed but then the cart would carry on again.

At one point the cart stopped and Harry held his breath as he waited for them to come and grab them from the back, but no one came to them so Harry assumed it was just a pit stop and so Harry crawled to the door to see if he'd be able to jam it open at all.

It was a heavy set door, and the lock was large and wouldn't be able to be jammed in. He looked with a sickening of his stomach as he saw what appeared to be claw marks along the door, like someone had tried to hold onto it while being pulled out of the door.

He felt a little sick at the thought and slowly made his way back to the side of the cart.

"How the hell are we going to get out of this?" Niall asked eventually as the cart began to move again. "Theres at least five of them and there will be more when we get there."

"We just have to put up the best fight we can." Harry said biting at his lip, his voice a little choked. He pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapped his arms around them missing Ferdinand more than ever.

He'd become a form of comfort, whenever he'd been stressed out he'd hold him and stroke the warm metal and now he was just cold both inside and out.

"It's not like any of us have a power to overthrow them," Niall said, his fear coming out as anger, Harry knew that but he was still feeling a little defensive.

"You don't think I don't know that?" Harry frowned, "I've been terrified this last week something was going to happen to one of you."

"Well it most likely will now won't it." Niall said turning to the terrified looking four at the other end of the cart.

"Do any of you have any useful powers?" He asked and two of the people shook their heads while one clicked his fingers together which produced a flame from his fingers, flicking in the dark of the cart.

"Strength," the last muttered.

"Would you all be wiling to help make a distraction when we get there? Try and make a run for it." Harry asked quietly hoping they couldn't be heard by the followers out front.

"Anything if it means we have a chance to get away." The one who's finger was on fire and the flame went out immediately as the cart stopped once again and this time a lot of laughter and whistling started.