Dry Wasteland.

Ch. 1

-Harry-

My mind and my actions were the complete opposite of each other. My mind knew it was horrible to kill, but the way my hands worked like they did.. It was like I was made to. They way people squirmed, the way they gasped for air. It was like a rush of adrenaline piercing through my body. And I loved it.

Except, all three girls were not her. Not my ex-girlfriend I so longingly had to find. She was the one who could save me, protect and keep me safe. She could always do that. I loved her, and I knew she wouldn't love me back for my actions. She could never. But, I'm not going to kill her. Just anyone who stands in my way of getting to her.
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I walked through the alley ways of London, the rain hitting my hood slightly.
"Shit, I hate rain."
A familiar american accent struck my ears, pausing me in my tracks. I looked into the dark alley way, a short, blonde lady in the over roof. My eyes, glued to her body, being dumbfounded. It couldn't be her, could it..?

My feet led myself to her, quietly and steadily. My hand reaching out to her delicate body, clamping it over her mouth and restraining her arms behind her back. She shook and squirmed, the feeling of adrenaline not coming to me. No, not with her. She needed to stay alive. So we could be together. Forever.

-Morgan-

A strong arm restricted my arms behind me, wincing at the various pains going through them.
"Shh, it'll be okay, love.."
That accent. The raspy British accent I haven't heard in all those years, whispering in my ears. No, this can't be happening, not right now.
"Calm down, lovely, it'll be fine.. Let's go home.." His hands, dragging my feet across the cement like it was no problem. His indulgent tone and sensitivity toward me made me cringe.

I knew where we were going. My house.

I was tied to a chair, my wrists sore from rope burns along with my ankles. My mouth duct taped shut to keep me from screaming. He just sat on the bed, staring at me with a confused expression. He had changed so much.
He pulled out a cigarette, letting it hang out of his mouth. He lit it with a match, taking a long drag before looking at me again, the same expression.
"Morgan, I have been looking for you. And now I finally have you. I have waited so long to tell you this."
He stopped, putting his head back against the headboard. His jaw line becoming more prominent.

His features, his voice, his everything. Non-recognizable to my eye. His fluffed curls, his emerald green eyes, his tall figure. He was so attractive, more attracted to him then I have ever been.

No, stop. I told myself, his head shooting back to look at me.
"Morgan, I'm not going to kill you. You were always there to calm me down, to keep me in check. You're the only one. I haven't been able to get you off my mind since the day I was put in prison. Three years, three cold, long years without my darling. I kept this.."
His hand went in his pocket, pulling out the paper plane necklace I gave to him.
"It's the only thing keeping me going. But now, we can be together again, and it can stay like that for a-" Abruptly, his voice stopped, staring at the picture on my desk. It was of me and my best friend James.
His fists rolled up tight, his haw clenched, and his eyebrows pushed together.
"Another..guy? Another guy?" He got louder, his fist slamming a gaping whole into my wall.
"I come to tell you I love you and you're with another guy?!" He did it again, his eyes becoming dark. He ripped the picture off my desk, throwing at the wall on the other side of the room.
He put his hands on each side of my head, looking down at me angrily.
"I love you, and no one. No one, will stand in the way of it. So when the time comes, I'll kill him."
I had to lift my head up to see his face. He leaned down, kissing me over the duct tape I had on my mouth.
"You're mine, no one will touch you. Ever. No one but, me." He crouched down and held my hand, kissing it.
"And we'll always be together, forever."

The way he looked in my eyes, the way he said all these things. You could tell he was crazy.

He ripped the duct tape off my mouth, making me blow through my teeth from the pain. He lifted my head up, looking deeply into my eyes, filled with fear.
"I love the look of fear on you.."
His husky voice whispered, going down and kissing me forcefully.

The sparks, the bombs, the fireworks, the same feeling from three years ago, all flowed into that kiss. The feeling of his lips on mine made me shiver, hair sticking up on my spine.

-Harry-
This feeling I had been longing for, the feeling I thought I could never feel again. I pulled off, looking down at her scared face.
"Forever, I don't have to wait anymore.."