Detective Malik (Z.M Fanfic)

Chapter 22.

Shit.

Louis and I look at each other with wide eyes.

"So.. It was you." I say quietly. His smirk grows larger. He pulls a gun from behind him and points it at us chuckling.

"Yup." He smiles evilly. "It was me the whole time."

"Why?"

"It was my job." He simply states shrugging. "Enough about that now,let's concentrate on your death punishment right now shall we?" He grins.

Louis gulps. "W-What are you going to do to us?"

Samuel puts his index finger on his chin and begins to hum. "You can either be trapped down here like the rest of those poor oh sweet detectives.. And die ...Or... I could just shoot you guys in the head right now." He smiles. "But no thanks, I'd rather have you tortured instead of dying quickly." He smirks and shrugs. "Funner this way." He walks towards us and before we know it he hits Louis In the head with his gun and does the same to me.

Last thing I see is darkness.

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"Hello?" The unknown person shakes me awake. I slowly open my eyes and I am met with ocean blue eyes staring right back at my hazel ones. I blink a couple of times and sit up. I look around not really paying attention to the person who shook me awake. There's boxes all around this small medium sized room. Couple of old stuff. Wait.. Am I in a attic?

"What the hell?" I mutter to myself looking frantically around the small room.

"Um hi.. Who are you?" The blonde boy questions me. His blue eyes wide with curiosity. I've seen him before.. But I can't seem to remember much of anything.

"Oh.. Uh hi I'm Zayn Malik." I raise my eyebrow. "Have you seen my friend Louis?"

"Louis?"

"Yeah he has blue eyes..."

"No yeah I've seen him a couple of hours ago." He interrupted me.

"Hours ago?" How long have I been out?

"Yeah.. The man took him... He's probably torturing him right now as we speak, or maybe he's dead already.."

"NO." I shout interrupting the blonde boy. "Don't you dare say that. He's my best friend, I almost lost him once I'm not going to loose him again."

The unknown boy shrugs. He sits down over at the corner of the room.I take a good look at his appearance. He has brown hair and blonde bleached hair on top. His hair is pretty long it's swept over to the side. He's wearing an old black shirt and old skinny jeans. He's really skinny.. Looks like he hasn't eaten for awhile.. Or bathed.

"I used to have best friends too you know?" He says suddenly bringing me out of my thoughts. "We were the best of lads.. Always had a Funtime together." He smiles lightly at the ground. "Until one weekend this lunatic right here decided to kidnap us and killed my two best friends who were like brothers to me." He pauses frowning. "I don't know why I'm still here.. I mean.. It's been 5 solid years.. Why am I so special to be kept around? Sometimes I sit and wonder thinking what my friends are doing right now in heaven.. If there is one... There has to be one right? I've been living in hell here in this attic... So there has to be a god right?" He looks over to me, then looks back down at the floor.

I say nothing. His story seems so familiar.. And I've seen his face somewhere.. I know i did.

"What's your name?" I question. He looks up at me. A small little smile barely tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Niall."