The Boys In the Basement

chapter 17

*Warning: contains some gore*

I hold my breath in shock. The whisper sounded so rough and threatening, it sent shivers down my spine. My heart picked up speed and I felt like I was going to have a panic attack right now. The cold blade pressed to my throat made goosebumps rise on my arms and made the hairs on my neck stand. I don't know who has me facing death right now, but everything suddenly makes sense to me.

The boys weren't trapped in the basement. They hid in the basement! They are the murderers. Louis ran off after dropping that button and now seeing a missing button off a shirt, crimson shaded, missing one button that looks exactly the same as the one I found, makes so much sense!

But why did Louis have the button? I lost it the day after I fist came here. It was only a few days ago that Niall said they finally got the locked basement door open. Forgetting the blade to my throat, my blood boils with anger. It was my allies who killed my mother!

"IT WAS ALL OF YOU! I HATE YOU ALL! YOU SAID YOU'D HELP FIGURE OUT THE MURDER CASE, BUT I DON'T NEED HELP ANYMORE! CASE SOLVED, IT WAS ALL OF YOU!" I scream. Niall looks guilty and whoever is behind me pressed the blade harder onto my throat.

"You know what?!" The man behind me hissed into my ear, "Your mother was a mistake and so are you! You don't deserve to live. Your mother was a maniac! A stupid, drugged maniac! You're a fool, just like her! Everything about you, is just like her. But I'm missing something. What is it? Oh, yeah! You're not dead yet!" He growled.

I open my mouth to make a snarky comeback (I know, definitely the wrong time. But no one mocks my mother! She was none of those!), but I was cut off when he pulled the blade sideways, cutting my neck. I scream out in pain. He pushes me over and I fall onto the hard cement floor. He could've killed me right there, but he wants me to suffer.

I slowly feel my sanity fading away. Ignoring the awful wound on my throat, I stand up. Niall backed away when he saw the look in my eyes baring right into his. Outraged, insane, blood thirsty. I turn around and to my shock I see Liam. He was the kindest out of them all... Silent but deadly, I see.

"Yeah, you're right! I've plenty in common with my mother," I snarl. I reach up to my waist, feeling the shape of the gun. I slowly walk towards Liam who is grinning like a madman, "I'm insane!" I laugh when I'm standing only a few inches away from him.

Wait, what am I doing up close to him? He tried to kill me! Maybe I am losing my mind... But he won't get away with attempting to kill Mackenzie Ross! There has to be a battle to do that!

Liam laughs at my comeback and I hold back the urge to pounce at him and kill him with my own hands. But I'm too weak to do that. I'm so glad to officer left me with a weapon fully loaded. He'll probably lose his job if anyone finds out, but I don't care right now.

"Oh, but you're just a little girl." Liam says in a baby voice, his eyes staring mockingly into mine. I quickly reach to the gun on my waist. I pull it out and Liam steps back, positioning his knife. I aim at him and pull the trigger, but he dodges the bullet. I growl. I missed that f*cker!

I hear yelling upstairs and feet then pounding off the stairs. The rest of the boys came to join. I have no clue where Niall went but I feel his presence in the room. The boys rush to under the stairs and each grab a weapon hidden under the staircase. I'm outnumbered...

The four boys circle me, but I'm assuming Niall doesn't want to get involved in a bloodbath or he's planning to take part in the fight later. Without warning, I aim the gun at Louis' chest, making it look like I'm clueless and scared and not even aiming. They start chuckling. "Awe, did the little girl get scared?" The say in mocking voices like Liam did.

I look around, keeping my arms still pretending I don't know what to do. Then quickly, I pull the trigger once again. The action wasn't expected, and Louis didn't have enough time to think fast. Only at the last second he did. It looks like I shot his stomach instead of his heart but it'll do. He lurches forward, yelling out in pain. The boys gasp and the battle now begins.

Liam has a deadly knife, Harry has a knife, Zayn has a shotgun and Louis has a a metal bat. Liam acted first. He swung his knife at my head but I ducked, tripping him up as I do so. I aim the gun at Zayn and shot the bullet into his thigh. He doesn't yell, but he hisses. Harry steps in and swings his knife at my chest but I roll over. He still manages to create a deep wound on my arm.

I yelp in pain and quickly get up, trying to ignore it. I turn around and see that Harry swapped his weapon with Louis'. He swung the bat at my stomach and didn't miss. The force sent me falling back and left me breathless. I whimper with the pain of my stomach, arm and throat. Louis remains lying by the stairs holding his chest. Oh. So I did get his heart.

Zayn shoots his gun while I'm distracted and gets me in my stomach. I scream out with immense pain. The three boys laugh while slowly making their way towards me. "Oh so you think that's bad hun? Ha! The main show didn't even start," One of them says and the three start chuckling... Oh dear God no!

Liam ran behind me and grabbed me by my shoulders and sat me up roughly. He chuckled with the others and I know what I have coming. And I can't do anything to prevent it. I'm in for a beaten before death... Maybe that's how I'll die...

The three boys drop their weapons. They step closer to me and I let out a cry. They laugh at me. While they're facing me, I see movement behind them. Niall quietly tiptoed to under the stairs, and pulled out an ignored weapon. One I'm terrified the most of.

Liam grabs me and sits me up again, and I start bawling my eyes out. Niall slowly walked up behind Liam, Harry and Zayn and stared at me positioning his machete. "N-N-Niall." I cry in betrayal. The three heads snap towards Niall and they all chuckle. I hate when they chuckle at everything.

"Why don't you leave that to last, Niall?" Zayn says. "The show didn't even start. You can join if you want." Harry sniggers.

"I'd rather miss the show. And start now." Niall says staring right at me. He raises the machete over his head and brings it down...