Living the Dreams

Part 1: Chapter 2: Ding Dong the Basturd's Dead

(1D)

Behind the dresser the boys sat with backs against the dresser and listened, each looking for something to help the situation. Niall's eyes caught something on the ground by Liam. He nudged Zayn who was sat between them. Zayn looked over to catch Niall looking at a box with four steak knives in it. Zayn then elbowed Liam and motioned toward the box with his eyes. Liam upon seeing the knives reached to slowly and gently slide one out, carful not to make noise. The boys passed it down the line to Harry who was on the end, putting him such that when he peeked out the side of the dresser, the guy who called himself Bastian had his back to Harry. He sat back again, looked at the boys, and nodded as if to say, goin' in. Niall patted him on the knee and Zayn mouthed 'good luck'. They all looked scared for him, but he had no choice. He or the rest of them couldn't possibly sit there and do nothing. It wasn't the 1D motto. He took a silent deep breath and stepped out.

(H)

I obviously couldn't take his hand. Though, even if I could I would have still done what I did just then. I spat at his hand and gave him the nastiest, hate-driven face I could make. "More like Bastard" I spat the words out like poison, "where's Louis!" I demanded. If I didn't get out of this then the others could go find him. He smirked and answered, ignoring my insult, "oh, Boyfriend's just through the door at the end of the hall. You really haven't heard him? He's quite a loud one if you asked me. Though i guess he's quieted down a bit now; and not moving very much to be honest with you" he cocked his head to the side when I tensed at his words, "though I would worry more about yourself if I were you." I snorted in disgust, "Well unlike you, I put those who I love first." I told him thinking about how he treated his own son in the books I know him from. His smirk changed to a grimace as he turned his head and spat at the ground, "Ha! Love!" he said as if the word tasted bad, "love makes one weak."

"Love is strong!" I said firmly, ""you can't beak it, not with a thousand swords", you can torture me all you want, but the love I have is the one thing that you haven't the power or strength in the world to touch!" when I finished my rant I noticed Harry out of the corner of my eye with something shinny in his hand. 'Jesus, what is he doing!' I thought. I did not look at him however, for it would give him away.

"That doesn't mean love makes a person strong" Bastian lectured. Harry continued to come closer to Bastian. Bastian continued speaking, "shall we test the strength of love?" he suggested. As he stepped closer to me, Harry lifted the blade he was holding and charged it at the space between his shoulder blades, but Bastian was quicker. He spun and slashed a clawed hand across Harry's cheek, causing him to curse and fall to the ground, knife skidding from his hand.

"Harry!" I screeched. He started to rise as Bastian stood over him, "is this what you call strong?!" he inquired. He then stepped on Harry's left hand. Harry let out a loud cry in pain.

"STOP!" I yelled. I hated people being harmed because of me, especially people I cared for most. At Harrys outburst Niall, Liam, and Zayn came from behind the dresser with matching knives pointed at Bastian. Bastian turned and called his sword to point at the boys, halting them where they stood. Niall started to step forward regardless but Zayn put a hand to his chest to stop him.

"Oh dear! Four twinks come to slay me! What ever am I to do?" he said voice full of mock fear. If only I could slap him for calling them that.

"Did you really think I didn't know you were in here?" he continued, "I can smell a human soul miles away." He stepped towards the three boys but suddenly stopped and seemed to freeze. His eyes grew and his face turned white. Black blood trickled from his mouth and down his chin. He lurched forward and I saw the reason for his sudden surprise and fear. Harry had pulled himself off the ground and sunk his blade home in the reapers back to stab through his heart "we. aren't. twinks." he hissed. He pulled the blade back. Bastian turned quickly to grey stone and crumbled into a pile of rocks at Harry's boots. His left hand was cradled against his chest and must have been broken by the pressure of Bastian's boot and he used the back of his other hand to wipe some blood from his cheek. The boys all stared at the pile of rocks and sand in silence for a moment "cool!" Niall said breaking the silence.

"Great now get me out of here before some other creep-o comes for me."

Harry stood watch again as he wasn't very helpful with a broken hand. Liam and Niall worked on untangling the ropes from around my heels. Zayn was trying to figure out a way to cut the rope around my neck with out choking or stabbing me. "Got it!" Liam said as he untangled my right foot. That helped loosen the noose around my neck but only a little. "That's helped" said Zayn "get the other foot now. It should be loose enough to get the knife under." Liam helped Niall with the other foot and when they finally untangled it the rope instantly got looser again. Zayn slipped two fingers under the rope close to my throat so he could slip the tip of the knife under as well and sawed at the rope until it came away from my neck. I let out a sigh of relief as they went on to get the rest of the rope off me. Once I was free my mind was on one thing.

I shot out of the chair, plucked the knife out of Liam's pocket, kicked off my heels,

bolted around a confused Harry and out the door.