Hunters (with Benedict Cumberbatch and Harry Styles)

Chapter five

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Day two

Maisie's Pov-

I slowly came to conscious. My head was pounding hard. I groaned heavily. I was in a lying position. I twisted my head to the right. I burrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Izzy wasn't here. I started to panic. I rose, now sitting on my bum. My eyes were darting around the room for escape. Nothing. Shit, I prayed they haven't done anything unimaginable to Izzy. My breathing became uneven as thoughts rushed into my head. I weakly got up. Where am I? I was in a room that I don't recognize. I got up, stumbling on my feet. I struggled to keep my balance. I then fumbled my way toward the door. I tensed my hands on the knob and tried to pull it open. Frustrating, the door won't give in and open. I took a deep shaky breath and did what I first thought without thinking the consequences. Letting my reckless brain took over, letting my fists bang on the door aggressively. I yelled at the top of my voice. Hoping to get their attention.

Few moments later. I give up. I got so tired of this and I couldn't care anymore. I mean, why would they want to lock up us up? Can't they get this over and just end our lives? Why do they have to need to torture us? I started to sob quietly and slumped back on the floor. I looked around my surrounding. The room looks very surprisely clean and normal for a killer. I looked on the bookcase, there was an iPod lying down. I might as well entertain myself if I'm going to be here for a long time. I reached for the iPod and tried to switch it on. An warning sign indicating it is flat appears on the screen. I sighed in frustration. I would love to know what kind of songs he would listen to. I slumped onto the black modern bed.

There was a book with soft well-worn brown leather covering. It seems like a journal to me. I took a hold of it and brought it on my lap. It has thin darker shade of brown string holding it together. I drew the string away, unraveling the bow. I opened the front page ever so carefully as if it was very fragile, but it wasn't. I frowned at the title. 'Emma Parke,' what does that mean I asked to myself. I looked down a little picture stapled to the top right corner of the page. It was a picture of a girl. She had blonde pixie haircut with bright blue eyes. She looks so pretty and youthful. I looked at the rough, scrawling, messy hand writing. 1994-2009, 23rd of March. That was five years ago?! So she's dead...It must be one of the killer's relative but it's bit strange keeping all of these in a record. I turned over another page. 'Bella Smith' Another girl. Hmm. There was also a picture attached just like the first page. This time she has long brown hair with blonde dip dye at the ends, with her outgrown fringe swept to the right side of her face. She looked so young, I guess around seventeen. It had a different writing. I run my fingers over the writing, I could feel the dents. I assumed whoever wrote it down pressed the pen against the paper hard in anger. 1997-2013, 11th of January. I flicked through the pages quickly. I began to start feeling bit sick and dizzy. All the pages are filled in with nothing but pictures and dates of the girls. All of those girls have died. Why would someone collect this kind of information? I went on to the very last filled page. I gasped in horror. I recognized that girl. She was on the news; her body was placed down through the fence spikes. A realization suddenly hit me. All of these girls in this journal were killed by the killers who is holding us hostage, right in this very house. Before I could think any further. I heard the locks outside the door being unlocked. The door barged open.

Without thinking, I threw the journal harshly down on the floor. My breathing grew heavy. A curly headed young man in his twenties appeared. He swiftly turned around and closed the door. He turned around and looked at me with his tense green eyes. He chucked to himself quietly. I raised one eyebrow in confusion. He took long strides towards the journal. Shit, I should have thrown the journal on the other side of the room not fucking in front of me. I groaned irritably. Harry's eyes snapped up to me, his smirk growing on his lips. I bit down on my bottom lip. I started to chew the side of my cheek. Soon I could taste the metallic sharp taste of my own blood. Henry crouched down and collected the journal before standing upright again. He wagged his index finger in front of me.

"Tut, tut, tut. You have been a naughty girl, snooping around the room haven't you?" Harry slowly spoken. My breath hitched. Harry nodded to himself, looking down to the journal in his hands.

"I see that you have read this mmm?" Harry's deep raspy voice could be heard.

"H-Henry I couldn't hel-." Harry guffawed before I could finish my sentence. My limps were shaking with fear. I am currently faced to a very dangerous killer right now.

"Oh, my name isn't Henry" He snorted.

"What's your name then?" My voice was shaking.

"Harry." He confidently confessed. Oh. I suddenly felt like an idiot. He walked closer to the bed and then climbed onto the bed. I scooted closer to another corner of the bed, trying to get away from him. Harry continues climbing towards me. Shit. I stumbled, getting out of the bed and starts to back away. Continued to walk backwards till I hit a hard surface. A wall. Harry made a small jump out of the bed and starts to walk closer to me. His soft plump lips looks so irresistible. His dark jawline is prominent. His curls being held back by dark navy rolled up with a bandana tied up at the back. He looks frightening handsome. No, I mustn't think like that. He could easily kill me right now on this spot. Harry's black shirt was buttoned up but leaving four buttons unbuttoned, revealing his smooth defined chest. I took a liking to his swallows tattoo just below the collarbone. I tore my eyes away from his chest to his face.

His face looked rather amused, "Like what you see? His words dripping with sarcasm.

"No!" I blurt out too quickly.

Harry chuckled, "Sure whatever you say." He ends with a shrug. He's so arrogant. He continues getting close until his face was few centimeters way from my face. I gulped nervously. He brought his hand and presses it lightly right next to my face, against the wall. His minty breath makes his lips even more kissable. I shut my eyes, trying to force these crazy thoughts. I soon regretted when I opened my eyes. His eyes was breath taking yet looks menacing. I put my palms against his hard cold chest. I let out all the force in me, I was so desperate to try and increase the distance between us however he wouldn't budge. He's far too strong for me. He chuckled at my weak attempt of pushing him away. He held the side of my chin with his another hand softly. I did not like this at all. I flinched away from his hand. His height taking advantage of my small height, towering over me. I grew very uncomfortable. Soon my prayers were answered. We were both were thankfully interrupted by Ben and Izzy's entrance to the room.