Dark Shadows

Chapter Twennie-Wan

Chapter Twenty-One

Harry's POV.

As soon as the first wave of shock and fright had passed, I fell into deep contemplation of what our chances were of surviving this mess of a situation. Louis had always been the straight forward one of the give of us, so he was putting up a real fight with the man assigned to "take care" of him. Liam was trying to talk his way out of it, or probably just get some information out of his guy since we stood no chance against the six men and one woman that clearly had a problem with us.

Right after the middle-aged woman had opened the door an expressed her expertise with knives and nonexistent ability to sympathise she had proceeded with calling in an addition of five bulky men. The fat one by her side that had smugly smirked at us during her presentation clearly was the one in charge since he left all of the dirty work to others.

After some hustle and resistance we finally were no longer connected to each other by tight ropes. But our freedom was a short lasting one as handcuffs soon replaced my already sore wrists.

The guy that put them on me turned around to glare at me, as if me being taken against my will somehow was my fault, and then roughly pulled me to my feet. My balance was not at its peak, and this of course made the guy even more annoyed with me. He sighed loudly and pushed me forward. The ground disappeared from underneath my feet as we reached the end of the van. I narrowly avoided falling onto the awaiting concrete face-first, giving the man preventing blood from reaching below his iron grip in my arm a sour look. That, naturally, was left unnoticed by the man as he continued pushing me forward.

I didn't waste the opportunity of looking around the neighbourhood, doing everything I could to find something out about our whereabouts. But I was facing a dead end. All u could tell was that judging from the warm climate, we were still in South America. Probably still in Buenos Aires. Hopefully still in Buenos Aires.

In front of me Niall was being pulled in the same direction as me. He turned his head and looked back, his frightened blue orbs locking with mine for a split second before he had to yet again focus on not tripping over his own feet.

While we were walking, not a single sound could be heard save for Louis' occasional mumbling complaint. I knew there was no point in being difficult. It was eerily quiet. Not even a single bird could be heard. No sounds of civilisation no sounds of nature. Just silence. I don't think I'd ever come across silence so loud.

The woman led the way while the apparent boss walked a little behind her, none of them conversing or explaining their plans like they usually do in movies.

We were at a deserted industrial factory of some sort, I noticed. There were loads of empty cardboard boxes filled with white styrofoam. But it had been long since the place had been filled with people as the cement floor of the place was covered with a rather thick sheet of dust, with clean squares where boxes had been stood until recently being moved.

Eventually, the woman reached the entrance. She reached out to a devise on the wall of the building and I widened my eyes, preparing myself to memorise the code, but my face fell when I notices that there were no buttons with numbers on to press down in a pattern. Instead, the woman placed the pad of her thumb on a screen, which lit up as it began scanning her fingerprint.

There went our chance of helping our guards entering the building once they found us. Not that we had any way of communicating with them; our phones had undoubtedly been confiscated while we were still blacked out.

Once through the door we were met by a corridor. The men didn't hesitate to keep pushing us to take us wherever they wanted us to be. Soon, the hallway opened up to a huge room, about the size of the warehouse we had sound checked in some days ago.
The sight that I was met with was nothing I could have expected. The building looked massive on the outside, but when inside, it seemed even more vast. The ceiling must be at least ten metres from the floor from where we were stood right now.

"Let's take you boys to your room, shall we?"
She put a weight on that word that left me mystified. So there wasn't going to be any torture and blackmailing and unpleasant things of that sort? Not that I was complaining. I would always appreciate getting to live.

The woman purposefully flicked with her hand at the direction of our path but stopped walking, eventually joining the boss who had stopped a little earlier. We were, however, still being forced to walk up some stairs until we were on a balcony of some sort, looking down on the ground through the metal-grid stairs.

I spotted the door before we had even closed in on it. With all the metal locks, it resembled a safe house more than a "room". Was that where we were going to be locked in?
My thoughts were proven correct when I was the first one to be violently pushed inside the room. The force applied caused me to fall down. Not long after, Niall, and then the rest of the guys, joined me on the floor. Idiots. It's not like we would have tried to escape. Now they were just misusing their evident power.

When they were done treating us like rabid dogs the several inches thick metal door slammed shut with a sickeningly loud thud, and the fat deal bolts slid into place, robbing us from freedom.

What to do now?