what happens? // one direction

Chapter Twelve.

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*Spencer's POV*

"Do you hear that?" Harry whispered, as he pressed his ear against the wall, intently listening to the sound that lay on the other side.

"Hear what?" I whispered back, licking my chapped, dry lips.

"It sounds like-" he started, but was cut off by the door bursting open, revealing the psychotic man that had kidnapped them and myself.

I could feel Harry automatically tense next to me, his body slightly shaking from fear, as was mine.

"Why, if it isn't Curly and Stick," the man said dryly, a grin plastered on his face.

"What..what do you want with us?" I stammered, pressing my body against the wall as far as I possibly could-as far as I possibly could get away from our kidnapper.

"I want to have a little fun," he replied sickly, sending chills down my spine.

What did he mean by 'fun'?

Harry and I gulped in unison, and the man took another step towards us.

"What does he mean by 'fun'?" Harry whispered.

"I don't know," I said.

Suddenly, I hear Harry scream, "Spenc, watch out!", and right after, a soaring wave of pain runs through my head, and everything automatically turns to black.

*Harry's POV*

"I don't know," Spencer answered.

Out of the corner of my eye, I seen our kidnapper reveal a metal baseball bat from behind his back, and aiming it towards Spencer.

"Spenc, watch out!", I shouted, but I was too late.

The man swung the bat just as the words slipped out of my mouth, and quickly made contact with Spencer's skull, and he was automatically out cold.

He fell forwards, and his head landed on the cold floor right in front of the psycho.

"You're next, Curly," the man grinned, causing goosebumps to run down my flesh.

I was frozen, too stunned to move or try to escape what was next.

Before I could even blink, he swung the bat my way, just as he had with Spencer, and it made contact with my face in 3/4 of a second.

As soon as it hit my skull, I was out.

*Kidnapper's POV*

I swung the metal object in my hands as hard as I possibly could at the curly headed boy, and smiled wide when a clank filled the room as it made contact with his skull.

He automatically fell to the ground, and slumped at my feet just as the tall boy did.

I smiled to myself with delight, and dropped the bat to my side, and slung the two boys over each of my shoulders in one swift move, and headed out the door to the room where the game would be played later on tonight.

Tonight. Oh, I cannot wait.

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