Detective Malik (Z.M Fanfic)

Chapter 23.

My eyes widen. Niall James Horan? The boy who everyone thought was long gone and dead... He's.. Alive? Holy shit.

"Are you okay Zayn?"The boy asks. I nod, with my lips slightly parted.

"I-I... You're alive?"

He laughs a bit. "Wish I wasn't though." He mutters looking back at me.

"I've been trying to solve your case here for a couple of months with my assistant Louis." I pause. "I'm a detective."

"Well.. You found me." He frowns. "Not that it's going to make such a big break through considering you'll probably end up dead like the rest of those detectives that ended up here."

"No." I shake my head. "There has to be a way out of this place." I pace around. "I need to get you to safety."

"What's the point?" He looks up at me. "What's the point in being free if my friends aren't here." He says with his eyes watering a bit.

I look over at him. I frown but smile a bit. "Niall?"

"Yeah?"

"Harry is alive."

He looks shocked. "What?"

"He's alive."

"No that can't be possible.." He mutters. "He was in the torture room!"

"But they found him." I smile. "He's been giving me information about the case and that's how I ended up finding the secret room under the surface of the clearing."

"Oh my god!" Niall stands up grinning. "He's alive!!!!"

"Yes he is, now we need to get out of here." I say. Niall nods.

"But there's no way out."

I look around the room. The only way out is the door in the ground,but it's clearly locked. The window over at the wall is way too small for anyone to get passed through.

I sigh, and stick my hands in the pockets of my coat. I suddenly feel something. My pocket knife. I instantly grab it and run over to the door.

"What are you doing?" Niall asks.

I look behind me and smile. "Getting us out of here." I smile at the boy. I began picking the lock. After a few minutes the door clicks open.

I walk back over to him. "Okay so here's the plan." I smirk. "I need you to be extra quiet alright? We're going to walk quietly out of this house and try our best not to make any noise got it?"

He nods.

"But what if he catches us?" He whispers looking a bit frightened at the idea.

I shake my head. "No matter what happens, I want you to go running to get help alright? I am going to fight him while you run."

"B-But I'm too weak.." He frowns.

"Just run as fast as you can alright Niall?"

"Okay."

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I slowly and cautiously open the door. I take a peak looking down before climbing down the ladder. I motion for Niall to come down as well. We walk down the oddly familiar hallway.

Wait. It's our flat. Louis, and I were living in the same place the missing boy was in. Just above the attic. Just above our heads.

I shake the thought out of my mind and continue to walk cautiously through the hall with Niall right behind me.

We finally reach the stairs and walk slowly down. The flat seems oddly quiet. Way too quiet for my liking.

As we walk towards the door I hear someone in back of us.

"Hello detective,Niall."

Fuck.

I quickly put Niall behind me.

"Looks like you escaped perfectly in record time I see." He Evily grins. "Too bad I'm going to have to kill you detective, you were the first one to come this close to solving the case."

"What do you mean? I've already solved it."

He chuckles skaking his head. "No you haven't my boy. You know who killed that boy Drake and who tortured Harry and etc... But you don't know who put me up to this."

"Who did?"

"Thats for me to know and for you to never find out." He smiles. He grabs his gun and points it to me and Niall. "Any last words?"

"Actually yeah."

"What are they?"

"Run."

Samuel looks confused. I run towards him and push him to the ground, while Niall makes a run for it.

I look behind me to see Niall running as fast as he can out of the flat. I grin. He's finally free.

While I wasn't paying attention Samuel let loose on my grip on him and punched me in the face, making me fall down next to him, giving him the advantage to stand up and grab the fun that had fallen down when he fell.

This is it.

I'm done.

I crawl backwards waiting for a miracle to happen. I frown remembering Louis. I hope he's okay. I hope he escaped.

"Times up detective." He growls getting read to pull the trigger. I shut my eyes close ready to feel the pain of the bullet passing through my skull. I hear the gun shot.

But I feel no pain.

Is it done? Am I dead?

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