what happens? // one direction

Chapter Twenty.

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*Eleanor's POV*

"Harry, what are we going to do? What if we die in here?" I asked him weakly, my voice raspy and dry. We had been kidnapped for a few days now, and none of us had been given barely any water or any food to eat. We were slowly starving to death, and if we didn't get out soon, we'd end up dying.

"Shh, El, don't say that. We're not going to die. We're all going to make it out of here," Harry comforted me, holding me closer to his body for warmth and protection. Niall sat a few feet away, huddled into a tight ball as tears threatened to escape his eyes as he thought about everything that had happened in the majority of just a couple days.

A lump built in my throat, water filling in my eyes and threatening to fall. "Not all of us.."

That comment only made Niall burst into tears, his face buried in his dirt filled hands as quiet sobs escaped his mouth.

I couldn't stand seeing Niall cry. It hurt my heart to see him so broken like this, and I hated to think that I was the one, with my comment, who had made him shatter.

I weakly crawled out of Harry's arms and stumbled over to Niall, my legs collapsing as soon as I got to him, my body quietly falling into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my shoulder, letting the tears fall endlessly from his blue orbs.

"Sh, Niall, it's going to be okay. Sh," I cooed, patting his matted blonde hair comfortingly.

"Louis is g-gone, and so is S-sam. Carina is too. I d-don't anyone else to die on m-me," he stuttered, muffled, his face still buried in my shoulder, not wanting to show us how weak and sensible he was.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the wooden door, causing Harry, Niall, and I to jump back in fear.

I couldn't help but let a tiny squeal escape my lips as I jumped back, Harry automatically getting up and coming to me, and picking me up from Niall's arms.

"Over here," Harry whispered, motioning for Niall to follow us into the dark, eerie closet that sat in the far corner of the room. Niall did as he was told and followed us, scrambling as deep into the closet as he possibly could, in hope that whoever it was couldn't see us hiding. Harry pushed himself as far into the wall as he could, holding me close to his body. I shivered with fear and cold, pressing my skin as close as it could with Harry's, hiding my face in the deep crook of his neck. "Sh," he told us, just as we heard the wooden door barge open, making a loud noise as the door hit the wall.

I held my breath as the sound of large boots hit the paved floor, the footsteps coming closer and closer until they stopped, just a few inches away from us, just outside the closet door. That's when the door swung open, revealing who we had been dreading to see.

*Zayn's POV*

I slowly aroused, my eyes opening to find myself in a pitch black room, a slight stench of blood filling the air. I scrunched up my nose as the smell tingled my nostrils, and I automatically tried to shoot my hands up to my face to stop the horrid smell from entering, but was stopped from accomplishing my goals by a pair of chains attached to my wrists, each wrist connected to a chain that entered the wall, leaving me stuck once more.

I groaned in frustration and anger, as I squinted through the dark room, my eyes catching a still figure that lay unchained just a few feet away from me.

"Spencer?" I gasped, unable to believe what I was seeing right in front of my eyes. Spencer was laying motionless on the ground, his clothes now completely drenched in rich, velvet blood from head to toe. His eyes were halfway open, his eyes staring into nothing. I moved my eyes to the floor below him, only to be met with even more blood, in a large pool surrounding his body. My eyes slowly moved up to his chest, where I was dreading to look, only to find out what I had not wanted to see..his chest wasn't rising and falling to the steady beat of his heart. It was still, quiet, and unmoving. He was gone. Spencer was dead, lying lifeless right in front of my very eyes.

*Kristel's POV*

"Wake up, sweetie. We have a surprise for you," a sickly sweet woman's voice filled my ears.

I jolted upright, my hands clutching onto the white sheets under me. I panted out of breath, looking in front of me to see the nurse from before, but with an eerie smile plastered on her face. That's when my eyes caught sight of her hands, only to see a small pocket knife in her hand. What the hell? Why did she have a knife?

"Wh-w-what?" I stammered, jumping back further away from her in the uncomfortable bed, only to realize that I wasn't in the hospital anymore, but I was in some sort of a house..a familiar one too...

Where the heck was I?

"Where a-am I?" I stuttered, pressing my body against the wall, wanting to get as far from her as possible.

She let out a creepy laugh, giving me a crooked grin. "Oh, honey, you know where you are. Doesn't this place look familiar to you?"

I took another quick look around at my surroundings. The room was dark, eerie, and smelled faintly of blood in the air..

A switch flipped on in my brain, everything fitting together. The room, the smell, the place, the knife..I hadn't gotten anywhere escaping. In fact, I had just gotten back to square one. I was back in my worst nightmare. I was in our kidnapper's old house, the one that I had just escaped from a little while before. And now I was back to where I had begun.

"I'm back to square one," I whispered.

"That's right, babes, and there's no way you and your little friends are escaping this time. You're all ours," she grinned, sending a wave of shivers down my spine.

"Ours?"

She smiled back widely. "You know what I'm talking about, sweetie pie. Don't act stupid with me."

Ours...

"Oh my god," I whispered, as all of the puzzle pieces fit together right in my brain.

The nurse. She was working with him. Our kidnapper. She was just as psycho as he was.

I knew something just didn't seem right about her..

"Understand now?" she smirked, taking another inch closer towards me, the knife pointing towards me as she held it in her hand.

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