Chapter Twenty Four.

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*Niall's POV*

"I can't run anymore, Niall..I'm too weak," Eleanor whimpered, collapsing to the cold, wet cement ground.

"El, you have to. We need to find a way out," I said softly, grabbing her hand and gently trying to pull her up, but she wasn't strong enough anymore to even move, and likely so, neither was I. She began to sob quietly, tears running down her bruised face.

I sighed, and collapsed on the floor next to her, leaning against the wall next to us and pulling her into my arms.

"W-what if he f-finds us, Niall? He'll k-kill us," she stuttered into my shirt, her tears leaving wet stains.

"Sh, El, it's going to be okay, sh," I cooed, stroking her hair softly with my hands as I held her close, praying that the man wouldn't find us. Still, I knew he'd find us and kill us either way. It was just a matter of time. We were never going to get out of here..

"I miss Louis," she whimpered, sniffling into my shirt.

"I know El, I do too," I whispered, a tear rolling down my cheek at the thought of my best mate. "He's in a better place now.."

Eleanor sobbed harder now into my shirt, her knuckles turning white as she clenched the fabric of my shirt in her shaky hands. She let out small, panted breaths as she cried in my arms. "I think I'm going to die, Niall," she gasped weakly. "I'm so weak and..I'm not sure if I can hold on anymore."

"No, don't you dare say that, El. You're strong. You're going to make it through this, and I'm going to too," I protested, gently rubbing her cold arm, trying to warm her.

"I just want to let go, Niall," she breathed, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Don't, El, please. Just hold on a little bit longer, please," I pleaded, tears now freely running down my face, as I took her cold hand in mine and squeezed it lightly.

I was expecting a reply in return, but all I got met with was silence. "El? Eleanor?" I whispered, lifting her chin up, her eyes closed gently. She didn't respond to my touch anymore either. No. My eyes shot straight to her chest, to see if it was rising and falling to the steady beat of her heart. My stomach dropped. It wasn't. Her heart wasn't beating. She was gone. She really left me. "Wake up, El. Please, don't leave me alone," I whimpered, my lip quivering as more tears fell freely. I was all alone..and I didn't know if anyone else was still alive. Was I the only one left?

I heard footsteps coming from somewhere near me, and I buried my face in Eleanor's cold, lifeless shoulder, not wanting to face my fear. The footsteps came closer and closer, until they stopped, and I waited for my death to come. I was shocked when I realized that it wasn't our killer at all. It was our life saver.

The woman spoke into her monitor, just as another handful of police and paramedics entered the building. One of them came over to me and squat down, looking me over. "Hey, everything is going to be okay now. What's your name?"

I sniffled. "Niall."

"Okay, Niall. Are there any more of you?"

I nodded. "Yeah. There was eleven of us, but he killed four or five of us, or maybe even more. I-I'm not sure who's still left other than me," I said shakily, another tear streaming down my face. I then looked down at El, and looked back up at the paramedic, only to see a sad frown on her face. "She's..she's dead, isn't she? You can tell by just looking at h-her."

She gave me a sad smile, and nodded sadly. "I'm so sorry for your loss, Niall."

At that moment, another two paramedics came by my side. "We have to take her now, and we need to check you up as well," one of them said, reaching for El and taking her out of my grasp, forever. The other medic squat down next to me as well, setting the pack that she held on the ground next to her. She first pulled out a stethoscope, and checked my breathing sounds and heart. She then saw my wrists, and gasped, quickly pulling out some gauze and wrapping it around them. "We'll have to stick an IV in you once you get in the ambulance. You're terribly dehydrated." She then turned to a male medic that was behind us. "Can you bring me the stretcher please?"

He did as he was told and came back with the stretcher, and I was told to lay on it, and so I did so. I was far too weak now, and I felt my eyelids slowly closing on me. I heard words and millions of people talking at once, but to me they came out as jumbled words. I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness fast, and the last thing I remember was a needle piercing my skin, and the sound of sirens filling my eardrums.

*Kristel's POV*

I held Zayn's slightly cold hand inbetween my own, as I lay against his body gently, my head resting against his shoulder. It had been over a few minutes now, and I was almost positive that no one was going to find us. I was sure that we would die here, and we probably would if no one got to us in a matter of minutes.

I let out short, ragged breaths, as I became weaker and sleepier as each second ticked by. "I don't think they're gunna find us, babe," I whispered, grasping Zayn's hand tighter in mine. I could feel myself slipping away, unconsciousness taking over me as the moments passed.

I was about to drift off into sleep, when a loud bang made my jump slightly. I turned my head slightly, to see that it was only someone pushing the door open. It wasn't who I was expecting though. It was two cops and a paramedic. One of the cops gasped, and shouted, "There's more in here! They seem to be in severe condition. One is dead on the scene."

My heart hurt at the words, 'one is dead'. Spencer. One of the people I cared so much about..was dead..I still couldn't believe it.

They came over to me and gently put me on a stretcher, pulling me away from Zayn. I whimpered, wanting to be with him. "Zayn..," I croaked, turning my head towards where he was and reaching out to him. A pair of paramedics got in the way of my view of him, and started checking him over, while a cop tried to get the chains off of his wrist. I then felt myself being lifted into the air, two medics taking me away from the room, and Zayn. "No, I want Zayn. Zayn," I cried, tears beginning to run down my cheeks.

"He's going to be okay, ma'am. We're going to take care of him, and the rest of you," someone said near me.

I closed my eyes now, sleep almost fully taking over me. The last thing I remember hearing before it all went black was someone shouting, "We found another one! A female, curly brown hair-she's still alive!"

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