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The sound of a door slamming rung in Niall’s ears. He felt half out of it as he sat uncomfortably propped into what felt like a cement corner. Discomfort set in as he begun to think that perhaps he was riding the coattails of a hangover.
He leaned forward away from the cold wall and blinked his eyes open a few times. As he did he noticed the lighting was dim and air was rather thick and musky.
He groaned a little and rubbed his hands over his face a few times before allowing his eyes to open. When he did the room around him instantly brought him to a sober state of mind.
He rose to his feet and looked at the tiny room around him. Shelves hung randomly on three of the walls. Propped in another corner was an old crusty mop. He had to be in a janitors closet.
Assuming he would find his friends just beyond the door laughing he reached for the door knob. He gave it a swift tug but found it locked.
His chest tightened and his breathing got heavy. “Let me out!” He shouted pounding on the door. He hasn’t the faintest idea of how they had even gotten him in here.
When no response came a twinkle formed in the corner of his eye and threatened to fall down his face.
"Please, you fuckers have had your laugh now let me out." He tried the door again but still nothing.
A lump formed in his throat and his heartbeat pounded in his ears. A gasped escaped his lips as his back rested against the cement wall.
Suddenly it all came rushing back to him.
He had been out alone drinking. He knew better than to go out alone but sometimes he just needed to get away from everything.
After two hours of knocking back his favorite drinks he felt just shy of being too drunk to get home.
Getting up and making his way outside, he felt a rush of joy inhabiting his body. It was the booze of course. They always made him feel hyped up.
As he set out for home his head suddenly spun. He felt horrible.
"I need to sit down." He told himself.
In that moment he heard a strange voice and felt two hands grasp his shoulders. The voice connected to the figure said, “Let me give you a hand lad.”
After that, everything went black.
As Niall’s flashback came to an end his body began to shake and the tear from before fell finally.
Where was he? Who put him here?
He had no idea.
He backed up until he hit the wall, he slid down and started to sob. The room was so tiny and the fact that he was claustrophobic didn’t help much either.
All he knew now was that he wanted out of here.
Meanwhile in a separate room Zayn rolled from his back to his stomach with a loud groan. His head was killing him. It pounded like it had been hit with a ton of bricks.
As he laid there he could briefly remember last taking Liam home after a date.
After watching him go inside and close the door Zayn took off towards home. When he came to the end of the road he saw a man standing next to a car with a flat.
He knew it wasn’t the smartest thing to do but he stopped and opened his door.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Actually my cell is dead. Gotta a phone I could use real quick?" The large black man asked.
Zayn paused for a moment. Then nodded, “Yeah,” he figured one phone call couldn’t hurt. It’s not like the man wanted a lift.
"Thanks, I just can’t get the nuts loose to change this tire." He said as Zayn walked towards him holding out his phone.
Instead of grabbing the phone however the man grabbed his arm and threw him to ground.
Zayn was no match for the man but he tried anyway to take him. He wasn’t going down without a fight.
For a moment the two struggled until finally he was pushed backwards. He lost his balance and fell. He felt his head bounce of the side of his car before everything blacked out.
His eyes snapped open. The room around him was empty. He had never seen it before. His head still hurt but he jumped to his feet and rushed to the only way out he saw. He tugged and pulled and banged on the door but it held tight.
"What the fuck?" He asked looking around the room again.
He was trapped, that man had to of put him in here. He was sure of it.
He charged the door again and yelled, “Let me go you asshole!”
He had to get out of here.
Unbeknownst to Zayn, Louis laid on the floor in a room just like his own.
Louis eyes fluttered open slowly and he looked at the ceiling. There was a terrible noise playing over and over in his ears.
When it suddenly hit him as to what the noise was he sat up with a swift jerk. As his eyes landed on the creature in the cage near him he let out a panicked scream and crawled backwards until he hit the wall.
The big black bird squawked at him.
How in the hell had he gotten into this mess?
Then, it hit him, he was at home with Harry. Harry was finishing up in the shower while he pulled a frozen pizza out of the oven.
Harry was singing and he couldn’t help but laugh. He was really starting to fall head over heals for him.
Suddenly his singing stopped though. Harry then let out a scream of death. Louis took off running towards the toilet.
"Harry!" He yelled.
Suddenly he heard the shower curtain crash to the floor and then a thud. He heard a faint yelp and then the noise all stopped.
"Harry, are you alright?" He pounded on the door. Inside he could hear movement.
Suddenly the door swung open and out charged a short man he had never seen before.
Louis fell to the ground and the man came down at him as he noticed a second man in the bathroom holding Harry who seemed lifeless.
He recognized him and screamed out, “Har-” but the small man covered his face with a damp cloth and everything faded away.
Snapping out of his thoughts he let out a scream for Harry again. The bird kept him frozen to the corner with fear. He was scared to death.
Harry couldn’t hear his boyfriend however. He was in another room laying lifeless on the floor.
He was bleeding from the side of his head.
As he laid passed out in his head danced the memories of just before he blacked out.
He had been singing in the shower. He was overjoyed to be getting a night alone with Louis.
He heard the sound of the bathroom window being messed with. Fearing the worst he stopped singing and peaked out the curtain.
A face from his past came into view along with another smaller man.
He let out a scream and tried to back away but he slipped on the wet floor of the tub and fell.
That was it. Now he was laying on the floor, out of it.
Lastly was Liam. He came to as he felt himself being lifted up and hung from a high height.
He groaned and heard a voice in a hushed tone hiss, “Shit.”
The next thing he heard was a door being closed.
Liam opened his eyes and let out a blood curling scream when he saw the floor beneath him. His arms and legs went crazy for a moment making his body swing a bit.
With his heart racing he looked around the room and noticed he was being hung up in a reclined positionby a harness and rope. It was similar to the kind of gear one would use for rock climbing.
His eyes landed on a pipe on the wall, but it wasn’t your average pipe. It was a larger, thicker one. Then his eyes followed the rope and he noticed the same piping throughout the room. The rope was attached to it in several spots.
He closed his eyes, This is all just a dream, Liam, just wake up…just wake the fuck up. But as he finished his thought, memories from earlier that night came flooding back to him.
He had just had a ‘date night’ with Zayn, it was a nice break from having to pretend all the time that he and Zayn were just friends and that there wasn’t anything more to it. He hated all the pretending and fake girlfriends and the fake engagement on Zayn’s part.
He walked into his flat. Emptying his pockets on a nearby table, he walked down the hallway and took a right into his bedroom. He sat on his bed, smiling, he loved Zayn so much and was so happy to spend whatever amount of alone they could whether on tour or off tour.
His head shot up when he heard a noise coming from somewhere in his room, then suddenly a man appeared trying to attack him. He tried to used his knowledge of boxing that he had taken up while being bullied in school before but the man was too quick and too strong for Liam.
He ultimately lost the fight when the two of them rolled from the bed to the floor and the strange man punched Liam, knocking him out cold.
Liam opened up his eyes after reliving his memory of what had happened and started to struggle against the ropes but it was no use, they were tied tight and knotted too many times to come undone.
Not knowing what else to do he held the rope tightly and cried.
Now, Andy stood in the middle of what used to be a large office. Just outside of the office was a staircase that led down to what was left of an old metal shop.
A large production area was now bare. It would come in handy later. Old stock rooms and storage room were empty, they were great holding cells. The janitors closet was even useful.
He had scored access to the old, nearly condemned building through Adam. Adam was the younger brother of Macrae, Mac for short.
Andy had worked with Mac once upon a time. That’s how he knew to call him for help with his grand plan.
Suddenly Adam came trudging up the stairs. He was the last of the lackeys Andy had been waiting on.
"Took your ass long enough." Mac complained. He was taller and lengthy. You’d never guess him to be as physically strong as he was.
"Hey man, I don’t do stuff like this every day. Motherfucker is heavy." He complained.
"He’s here, in the correct room?" Andy wanted to confirm.
"Yeah, I locked it up too." He nodded. He sat down on the floor and leaned against the couch. His frame was almost at short as Daniel’s but not anywhere near as weak.
Daniel was the cousin of Andy. He was a tiny little pip squeak to say the least. Andy had practically forced him to help due to his intelligence and medical background.
"Try dressing one of them whose lifeless." Daniel softly told Adam.
"So when do we start the next phase of your plan?" A large black man who had been silent asked. It forced the conversation to change.
"When they all break Rick," Andy said sitting in a large recliner. "When they all break."