Just Be Mines (Zouis/Niam)

Nightmares

****Attention The following chapter contains a graphic and bloody scene. I'm very detail with my writing so just to forewarn you, you could skip this chapter!**

I softly tapped Harry's face, ushering the curly haired lad to wake up. It took three taps before those emerald greens eyes slowly opened, taking in my face. Once he fully registered who I was his eyes darted around, trying to discover his location.

"Oh trust me, you have no idea where you are." I said, smiling up at him. He tried to move and that simple act of moving his arms made him realize that I had him suspended by his arms, hanging from the roof by chains.

"You're that crazy stalker kid Zayn!" He cried, putting a name with the face. "What am I doing chained up? Let me down." He ordered, wiggling back and forth like a hooked worm.

"Stalker?" I questioned, shaking my head, my tongue clicking against the top of my mouth. "No, I'm no stalker. I prefer the term psychopath."

I walked to my nearby table, pulling out a bag and placing it on there. I dug through the insides, pulling out a small sledge hammer. I picked it up, bouncing it a little to weigh it. I turned around to Harry so he could see what I was holding. His eyes grew wide at the sight, his body fighting to get out of it's bindings.

"Lemme go!" He growled, wriggling back and forth. "Lemme go now and I promise I won't tell."

I walked closer to him, the sledge hammer in one hand. I looked at the shirtless boy, admiring the tattoos that decorated his body. Almost as much as mines, though his held little to no significant meaning.

"Please let me go." The tears started falling as he fully understood what was going to happen. "I won't- I won't- I won't tell!" He cried out. "Please, I promise." The words were coming out as incoherent sobs, the word 'please' being repeated over and over.

"I really don't want to risk it." I said, smiling up at him. I dabbed at one of the tears that was trailing down his face with my finger. I brought the tear stained finger to my lips, letting the salty taste of his fear fall to my tongue. "Your fear tastes amazing." I grinned.

His cries got louder as I locked my other hand around the sledge hammer. I looked him in the eyes as I brought it back, twisting my body like I was swinging a bat. I twisted my body at full speed, bringing the sledge hammer forward until it hit it's target. His screams grew louder, muffling out the sound I wanted to hear. There was no crunching of his bones.

"Fuck!" I yelled, "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled, swinging the sledge hammer against his face. Teeth and blood flew out, dropping on the floor to his right. I looked at him in ecstasy because this time the crunch did reach my ear. His jaw was now at a slightly off angle, blood pouring from his ajar mouth.

"Did you hear that?!" I asked happily. "The sound of your jaw shattering." He continued to cry out, though now that's all it was. Cries and wails mixed in with whimpers.

"Come on just listen." I said, looking at the cool colored bruise that was forming on his side. I brought the sledge hammer back and swung again, right above the developing bruise, his body jerking at the impact. The crunch was almost deafening this time and it just filled me with more and more excitement. I started swinging more, over and over, each time listening for the sound of bones breaking. This was what I loved to hear the most.

Harry's body was hit by the sledge hammer a number of sixteen times. I didn't stop until he was having convulsions. It slowly started to twitch until he was motionless. I let the hammer fall out of my hands, running my fingers across the bluish purple bruises. I smiled at my work, the big discolored 'Z' that was now on the front of his body. I trailed a finger across the slow trail of blood that was still pouring from his lips and brought it to my mouth, savoring the taste.

I woke up out of bed, fighting the blankets that held me down. Everything was wet with my sweat, which only made the covers cling to me more. I finally grabbed one layer and ripped it off of me, free from my blanket prison.

I got up and walked to the bathroom adjacent to my room. I flipped the light switch and looked at myself in a mirror. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth. It was just a dream that's all.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I didn't kill Harry. I'm not like that." I said to the voice.

"You're already stalking. Why not let loose and give in to me?"

I shook my head and walked over to the sink, turning the faucet on to as cold as it could get. I dashed my face over and over, trying to wake up. To fully awaken from this nightmare.

I stared at my water drenched face, my hair matted against my face. It was something that I was becoming used to, waking up from being inside one of their minds. It was never that intense though, that graphic and I never saw the victim's face until now.

"That's because you want to kill him as much as I want to!"

"NO I DON'T!" I yelled, smashing my fists against the mirror over and over. I felt the glass pierce my knuckles, some embedding themselves into there as a resting place. I didn't stop until the glass was fully distorted. That's when the pain registered in my hands.

Tears started streaming down my face as I brought my now bloodied hands away from the mirror to inspect them. There were shards of glass sticking out, the blood flowing out around them.

With a trembling hand I plucked the shards from my right knuckles, letting them drop into the sink and I repeated the process for my left knuckles. The pain wouldn't subside and the blood wouldn't cease.

"Just like Harry!"

"Shut up!" I yelled, smacking the side of my head.

"Something bad is going to happen. Smashing a mirror is bad luck you know."

"Maybe I'll get to cut up that curly haired piece of shit!"

They wouldn't shut up, not like normal. It was just those two voices, always in my head. The doctors called me a schizophrenic, but I know that's not it. They weren't normal voices, they were pure evil. Lust and Wrath taking shape in my head and using my body as a type of conduit. They wouldn't understand, they call me crazy for saying that.

I turned on the shower, sliding off my basketball shorts. I stepped into the icy cold shower completely nude, listening to them bicker in my head over and over.

I sat under the shower head, holding my knees to my chest, my arms wrapped around them. I started to rock back and forth, tears running down my face, blending in with the blood that was washing down the drain. My hair fell over my face and I sung the song that always kept me together.

" Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more." I sung through the tears, letting the guitar riff down out their screaming. I remained like that the whole night.

**A/N: So I decided to dial down on the brutality scene of this chapter. It will most likely get more detailed in the other chapters. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Sorry if anyone thought there was unfair treatment of Harry. Again this will not be a typical happy love story! Btw would you readers be kind enough to promote this story? I promise it'll be worthwhile.**