Resistance → dark h.s.

Chapter 3

I woke up and didn't recognize where the hell I was. I looked around the room and glanced at the bed side table, remembering everything that happened last night. Everything. My eyes looked to the door and it was cracked open. I questioned when it had become opened, considering that it was closed and locked last night. I went to the door and glanced around it. I saw a tall lanky figure and a mop of medium lengthed, curly, brown hair; tattoos were ranged all over his back. I walked out and I noticed I was still wearing the clothes I had on when I was at home. I sighed, realizing I probably needed a shower. I knew I smelled like dirty dog. My feet patted against the wooden floors and the firgure turned around and his eyes grew darker. My breath was lost. This man is goregous. His jade eyes, twinkling in the kitchen light. His dimples prominant in his cheeks; his toned body, covered in even more various tattoos. "Well goodmorning." his voice was still deeper than ever. "H-hi." I stammered, still recovering from his face. "Are you hungry? I made breakfast for myself, but I lost appetite." I was going to reject but my stomach growled, changing the answer. "Uh, I guess so?" he smiled, slightly. Just enough to make his dimples shine.

"This is really good." he looked up from his phone. "Thanks." he looked back down, ignoring me subtly. I sighed and ate another bite of eggs and sausage, then pushed the plate away. "Can I take a shower?" he sighed, annoyed almost. I guess he didn't want me to smell good? "I don't have feminine shit. I'll have to ask Louis. He has his mate already. So they should have that stuff for you. I'll text him and ask." his fingers tapped away on a number. "You never did tell me your name.." I stated, nearly whispering. His eyes looked up and into my blue ones. He sighed, "It's Harry, Harry Styles." he smirked at me afterwards. My eyes widened. Finally realizing whom this man was. The Harry Styles. The one that killed my mother. I was stupid not to realize this when he mentioned my mother the day of the kidnapping. "I already know your name, considering I've been watching you." he whispered. My eyes were stinging. I haven't blinked. I can't bring myself to look away from his face. "Why?" he smiled. "I have dedicated this criminalized life to finding you. It was always you." I blinked. The mysterious tinted door opened revealing A slightly, tall, skinny man. he had swoopy hair and he had tattoos all over as well. "Hello. I'm guessing you're Mercy?" I nodded, my throat still hitched. He laughed at me. "Here's your showering supplies." He handed me some shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. I smiled and thanked him, almost whispering.

I stripped my clothes off and turned on the hot, boiling water and got in. I let the stinging water roll down my back. I sighed and grabbed the shampoo that, who I found out the name of the man that gave it to me. His name was Louis. He nade it very clear that its pronounced lew-ee. I scrubbed my head with my nails, making my scalp burn. I rinsed and put conditioner in my hair, then I started shaving and wash my body. Afterwards I rinsed out the conditioner and got out, wrapping the fluffy towel around my petite body.

"Uh, Harry?" He appeared in front of me, gazing over my nude body. I blushed and tightened my grip on the towel. "What?" His voice was harsh, almost irratated. "I dont have any clothes." He guided me to the room he allowed me to sleep in. "Louis left some when you went to the bathroom." I thanked him and he exited the room, winking at me then shutting the door. I dropped the towel and put the clothes on my body hurriedly. I sighed and plopped down on the bed again. I hated this, I wanted to escape. But I knew there werent any ways out. We were under a fucking sand dune for gods sake! I sighed. I walked out of the room and went to find Harry. I still cant believe my mate is the Harry Styles. It pissed me off just being around him. "Well hello." I had wondered to his bedroom, seeing him standing with only a towel around his waist. The towel hung lowly on his hips. I gulped and looked up to his eyes. "Uh, I was just wondering where you were. I wanted to ask for another cigarette..." he smirked. He then smiled, his dimples deepening. "Well, ok. Now get. I have to get dressed, unless you want to watch." He winked at me and I pulled a face of disgust. He chuckled handing me a cigarette and lit it for me. I inhaled, feeling the burning sensation once again. I could feel his breath against my ear. "You dont understand how fucking hot that is." He backed away and I exited.

What the fuck was that. His bedroom door opened. "Oh I forgot to put these back on after your shower." He locked the handcuffs around my wrists once again. I cringed at the pain against her already cut skin from the cuffs before. I sighed and took another long drag of the cigarette, becoming slightly dizzy. This handcuff shit was ridiculous. I would probably have to gain most of his trust before I could get out of these damn things. I continued smoking and walked into my room, knowing there was an ashtray in there. I flicked the ashes and layed down on my bed, trying cool smoking tricks I knew of. I finished the cigarette and smashed against the cold glass of the bedside ashtray, hearing it sizzle and scratch against the soft material. I could hear Harry's door open then close, hearing his footsteps lightly patting along the floor board. I got up and slowly made my way to the Living Room where I knew he was. I saw him slowly sit on the couch, recieving a call. I stood quietly in my spot while he answered. "Hello?" he paused. "Yeah, what's happening?" he sighed to the reply on the other end. "But we've already hit our limits of killings this week." my breath was taken from me. Killings? "I guess we could raid the place and get the girl." What girl? "Niall's mark is glowing? What color? If its anything besides red, than the girl is good." he paused, waiting. "Purple? I think that one means slumber. That means the girl is sleeping. Now would be the perfect time to.snatch her." he nodded his head, smirking. "Ok, I'll grab Mercy and we'll meet you at the van." he hung up his phone and turned around, facing towards me. He was angry, his eyebrows knitted together told me that information "Well I guess I don't need to explain shit to you." he snarled. "Where are we going?" I questioned, hoping for a reply. "Don't worry about it. Just follow me, I don't want to have to blindfold you, so just behave and don't try anything." I nodded, following him out the hatch that we came in through.

He walked out, leading me on a path towards the van in the distance. Another hatch opened and an olive toned man came out with a girl covered in tattoos with blonde, pink dip-dyed hair. She smiled brightly towards me, holding her mates hand. Another hatch in the distance, not too far away from us, opened and a blonde headed man came out. His arm was glowing a bright, beautiful purple. He must be Niall. Two more hatches had opened and Louis had came out of one with his mate, Eleanor. She's the one who let me borrow some of her clothes. The next man was also a tall, handsome, and covered in tattoos. They all were anyways. His hair was quiffed up and he had bulging, muscular arms. We reached the van Harry was talking about and we all hoped in. "Mercy." I looked questioningly at Harry. "Make sure to keep your hood up at all times. Your missing and who knows who could be involved." I nodded, sighing. I dont want to have to deal with this, for the rest of my life anyways. "Also, address me as Calvin in public. You will be called Leigh, your middle name." I nodded. My dad used to call me that when I would get into trouble as a kid. I didn't realize how much I missed him until now. I wish I could see him again.

"C'mon Liam, drive faster." I soon found out all of the members names. The olive toned one was Zayn, his mate was Perrie. There was Louis and Eleanor, then the blonde one was Niall, then finally, there was Liam, the insanely muscular one. Liam was driving, and he was, apparently, driving too slow. Which was an understatement compared to how fast he actually was driving. These boys don't abide to the rules of the road. Probably because of the fact they were internationally known killers. I noticed we passed the exit of New Mexico, where the location of my staying must have been. That means we travelled 1114 miles from my home, Wisconsin. I sighed. I wondered where we were going and how long it would be. Harry was sitting next to me, and considering that he was the only person I was the tiniest bit familiar with, I layed my head against his shoulder and fell asleep, feeling him shift uncomfortably underneath my weight, sighing slightly allowing me to go to sleep, peacefully for once.

I was shaken awake by someone I was leaning on. I grumbled and sat up and glanced at the person mentally scowling myself for sleeping on him. I was leaned against Harry, and I regretted my sleepily stated mind. I looked up and Harry was just staring at me, like I was an idiotic child for unconsciously falling asleep on him. I scoffed and sat up, putting more space between us; the cold air engulfing my body. I yawned and looked around us and out the windows, noticing we were in an alleyway that was oddly familiar. I looked at the big Victorian houses that were in the neighborhood, nearly choking on my own breath when I saw one house I didn't want to see. I saw Oasis' house; her being dragged out of it tied up and crying held by a smiling Niall and a mysterious Zayn.
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This is a really short chapter, but I wanted to update badly. I'm on Christmas break right now so I will eventually have a lot of spare time to write meaningless chapters. I hope that the readers who are reading this are enjoying it so far and stick with me through the whole story and eventually vote and comment.