Until he Surrenders (One Direction Hybrid fanfiction)

Chapter 2 (edited)

*Niall POV*

This seemed messed up to me. I pulled my grey shirt over my head and grabbed my snapback from by dresser

We were going to a fight.  Yeah, you heard me, a fight.  A stupid hybrid fight. 

Louis and Zayn though it would be fascinating.  I found them cruel, making creature, humans, even though they were half animal, fight to the death is awful. I mean come on, half human people, half human!!

Harry argued they were animals.  I said they were people that had people thoughts and minds and brain capacity. 

I thought the pet thing was cruel.  It was just so cruel. The way people treat them is cruel. I mean sure there's some crazy hybrids, but there are crazy people too, that doesn't mean we should treat them like trash.

Liam agreed with me, but we were all going.  Zayn, Louis and Harry were not bad guys, they just couldn't see the light.  I'm gonna make them see the light, at the end of the tunnel if they don't shut up about this stupid fight.

I really hope they will today, seeing fights to the death. 

I went to the kitchen shoved a pop tart in my mouth before we left. 

We all lived in the same house part of the year, at least when we were here. Usually, we lived separately in London, but were taking a little break from touring and living out here in the country for a while to 'bond' as Simon put it.

Louis and Harry were talking, Zayn was on the phone with Perrie, his girlfriend, and Liam was waiting 

Finally we left, took them long enough. I climbed into the front seat.  I don't want to be here, at least I should get shotgun

I mumbled all the way there about the stupidity of it all, but no one listened. They were all to busy being punks to care about my feelings. Dicks.

They all seemed excited and eager, Liam looked nervous.  He would, he was probably the most responsible of us all, that's not saying much. We are all pretty much 5 year olds.

We pulled in front of a giant warehouse.  It looked cold inside.  The windows were all borded up and the walls were covered in graffiti.

We climbed out and went in, me trailing slightly behind everyone else, trying to get a glimpse inside. I wonder what condition they lived in.

"Ahh, you're One Direction," this guy who was blocking the entrance said, 

"That's us," Liam said simply, pulling out his ID.

"Go ahead in, first row for you boys," he smiled and let us in. 

We first signed a paper for his daughters. We were in a massive boy band. It was helpful sometimes, and I love what I do.

We went and sat down. The arena was technically a sandy pit below us a little.  There were blood splotches in the sand and it was being brushed by a bored looking guy with headphones in.

Zayn poked his head over and looked under.

"Wow," he pulled himself back. "There's a lot of them back there. It's weird."

He shivvered a little bit.

There were all types of people there, fascinating really. Guys with dates, guys alone, old guys, young guys, mostly male, but there were some females as well.

Then it began. There was this announcer guy, and I wish we weren't so close. 

First they put a cat hybrid in with another cat.  It was ugly and gruesome and bloody.  The bigger one practically tore the others throat out and we watched the small one bleed out and die.