The scrunch of ice underneath Louis' boots were frustrating and its piercing sound could be an easy giveaway if he wasn't careful enough. Yet, time was of the essence and the forest seemed considerably empty. The blood on his clothes were drying and with every step he took, the hard tattoo of his heart against his chest grew louder and louder. Finally, Louis saw the cabin in the distance. He quickly scuttled to the wooden abode and rapped on the door.
A pair of blue eyes were spotted from the creak in the door.
"It's me," said Louis, impatiently. "Open up quick."
The door opened and Louis, along with a blast of cold air stepped inside the room. Niall regarded him and his messy attire, his eyes lingering on the blood.
"It's mine," said Louis.
He looked around the room to see Zayn and Harry, sitting by the couch. Liam was lighting a fire. All three eyes turned to gaze at the eldest boy.
"Don't worry," said Louis, calmly. He even shot them a smile. "It's done."
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50 Words For Murder
ספרות חובביםA murder on a dark and stormy night sends five boys' lives into a spiral. They didn't do it, or so they claim. But there's one problem. None of them remember what happened that night. As they try to piece the events together, a horrifying and unshak...
