Ephemeral //H.S

Chapter 37

-Harry Styles-

25 days.

My chest heaves with ragged breaths as I look down at the source of my annoyance, wiggling my fingers at my side to try and feel them again through my swollen and bloody knuckles.

"You must be Styles then." Hayden says with a thick voice, trying to couch away the blood that's probably coating his throat. He looks up at me with a chuckle, his beaten up face revealed by the harsh white light hanging from the ceiling.

His arcade is bleeding past his right eye, his nose is bleeding and probably broken, there's a cut on his lip and another one on his cheekbone created by the rings on my fingers that are also adorning some of his blood.

"Answer my fucking question." I say through gritted teeth, looking down at him as he sits on the wooden chair, his arms tied to the arms of the chair, and ankles tied to the legs of the chair.

I've been in here for less than 20 minutes and I'm already over it. I'm used to being here because according to Russel I'm pretty good at getting anything out of anyone, well I used to be before I was left for dead in the fucking woods, but I don't think my temporary leave from Resilience had an impact on my torturing skills.

25 days without her feels like an eternity, we've been trying relentlessly to find a lead, something, anything that could tell us where she could be, but it's been unsuccessful so far, I can't believe she's that good at hiding from us. I've heard Devon leave Louis' room to cry herself to sleep on our living room couch on too many nights, I've heard Louis' many laptops being smashed to pieces on the tile floors, curses flooding past his lips, and words of reassurance coming from Zayn and Liam who are still so sure that we're gonna get something soon.

But I couldn't stand behind in the house anymore, I couldn't stand the cries and the false hopes, I couldn't stand sleeping in the bed where she left me, I couldn't stand being so fucking useless. So I came here, thinking I could get some answers out of him, knowing that I'd beat the living shit out of him trying to.

"So you've heard of me, that means you know what I'm capable of." I rasp, my eyes gazing at his beaten up face, stopping myself from smirking in pride when he grunts in pain.

If he thinks that this is painful, he hasn't seen what I can do yet.

"Also heard you were looking for your girlfriend." He smirks up at me and my ears perk up since this is the first time since I got here that he mentioned anything about her.

He's been held at Resilience ever since the guys and I took him from the abandoned factory a while ago and it's the first time that i've seen him since, because I was too preoccupied to even bother thinking about him.

"Wanna tell me what the fuck you want with her, or maybe get a taste of what I can do if you don't?" I lean over him, resting my palms against the arms of the chair and gloating as his eyes widen in fear. He breathes heavily through his bloody nose, swallowing harshly he glares at me to try and see if I'm being serious.

"Pick." I add when he doesn't answer, staring into his bloodshot eyes with my dark ones.

I stare at him for a little longer, understanding that he's not gonna answer me and that's when a grin forms on my lips.

"You wouldn't dar-" He starts, probably trying to convince himself more than me, but I cut him off when I grab three of his fingers on his left hand and bend them backwards towards his wrist with force, feeling them crack against my palm and hearing as a scream of pain leaves his lips, he throws his head back, trying to fight against his restraints as his chest heaves, his face and shirt covered in sweat. And I just stare at him with his fingers still clutched in my grasp, my teeth clenched as I smirk at his state.