Ransom: A One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer Kidnapping Story

Zayn: The Hacker

Zayn: The Hacker

I tapped at my keyboard, loving the sound the keys made as my fingers fell on them. I pushed my glasses up farther on the bridge of my nose as I clutched onto the mouse and right clicked. More typing and more coding. Finally after a few tries I got past the main banking system and found my account. It was under the name of Dan Richards, with a picture of, after a few photoshop tweaks, a guy who doesn't exist. I scrolled down to my money deposit, and instead of 1,000£, I changed it to 10,000£, pressed enter, and the change was done. I now had 10,000£ in my bank account that wasn't even mine. Quickly, I exited out of the banking system and erased all the codes. I closed my coding books, which showed me what everything meant, though I had pretty much memorized it all.

I leaned back in my office chair to admire my work. I yet again hacked into systems some major ITs couldn't figure out, and erased all tracks leading back to me, yet I do it so discreetly, no one really ever notices it.

I stretched my arms and back, popping my joints, and yawned. I hadn't slept last night, I was up all night trying to get into the lottery systems to get the right numbers and win that million dollar prize. I was desperately broke, it was why I started to hack into banking systems and make a fake account inside the system.

I dropped out of school when I was fifteen and ran away from my abusive father, who came home drunk every other night. I found a few books I found at the library about hacking into computers, and suddenly I found myself stealing money. I couldn't keep this up, I would be caught soon, and I couldn't afford to go to jail. I wanted to get a job, but nobody would have hired a dropout who didn't get at least a two year education in college.

As soon as I created a fake bank account, I knew I couldn't live at the library, so I added 100,000 pounds to the account and bought a house, in which I have fully paid now, but I still have to pay the bills, buy food and I bought furniture and other necessities when I got the three story house.

I stole the books from the library and most of what I do is sitting on my ass on the computer all day hacking into databases to find some sort of paying job, or playing games I downloaded illegally.

I glanced at my computer screen and watched the blinking red light for a few seconds, and crash downstairs jerked me out of my daze. The red blinking light meant my silent alarms I hooked up in the house to my computer were alerting me of an intruder. I grabbed my hand gun from my dresser drawer and hurried downstairs.

I watched as a blonde boy, maybe my age or a few years older, attempted to brush the broken pieces of a vase I got for show, in case I had anyone over, under the couch with his back turned to me.

Suddenly I panicked, seeing his pistol in a holster on his belt, and I held mine up.

"I-I have a gun, and I'm not afraid to use it!" The boy whipped around and looked from my eyes to the gun in my hands.

"I'm serious! I'll shoot!" He lifted his hands in surrender. "Put your gun on the floor!" He did as I said, and I followed his movements with the gun in my hand. When he finally set his gun on the floor, I stuck my foot out and dragged it over to me.

"Thank you," I said to the boy as I dropped my hands. He let out a sigh of relief and slowly lowered his hands.

"What're you, a cop or something?"

"No, listen, what are you doing in my house?"

"You're not a cop?"

"Not even close to one, now what are you doing here?!" I threatened him by raising my gun again.

"I just broke out of jail and I'm looking for a place to stay!" He said panickedly.

"You what?"

"I just broke out of jail."

"How?" I kept my gun pointed at him.

"A buddy helped me, nobody noticed!" He winced as I took a step closer.

"And why have you come here?" I said through clenched teeth as I loaded the gun.

"I told you, I need a place to stay, and it looked like it was vacant, there wasn't anything in the driveway, plus the garage was unlocked, and there was nothing inside! Neither was there anything in the mailbox, and the front lawn was looking a little dry, same with the trees, and there was no garden. Please, I know I did a bad thing but you gotta help a man out, please man!" He squeezed his eyes closed.

I lowered my hands as I unloaded the gun, then dropped it beside me, showing I wasn't about to hurt anyone.

"You're smart, looking for things like that."

He opened one eye, then relaxed his body once he noticed I put the gun down.

"Sit," I ushered him to the stool at the bar in the kitchen. "and talk to me. You have one hour until I say you can or cannot stay here. At five o'clock."

He nodded and opened his mouth. He had a hell of a lot of explaining to do.

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