Chapter 31

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Louis P.O.V.

A loud whirring noise stirred me from my sleep. Startled I awoke quickly and glanced around frantically trying to find the source.

"The fuck..." I muttered as I clambered from the floor and slowly made my way to a fan like object in the corner.

The room was dark and smelt of... Dampness. Occasionally I could hear something drip. There were often footsteps echoing form the ceiling above me so I could only guess - I was underground.

It took me a while before I realised I wasn't actually bound or anything. I remember seeing Perrie and everyone else tied up so why...

My thoughts were cut off by the sound of a lock being pushed across before a thick metal door opened on the other side of the room. I plastered myself to the wall closest to me, watching as black boots appeared in the newly flooded light.

"Mister Tomlinson." A thick heavy voice called. I didn't like it. And Mister Tomlinson? What...?

I stayed where I was, shaking but silent.

"Sir you might want to come out now or things might not be so pretty when we find you."

SIR? WHAT? I was beyond confused now but I took their threat seriously, and building up a little courage and dignity I stepped out from the shadows.

The light was brighter than anticipated and I had to wince once I stepped into it. How long had I been down here?

"Follow me, please." I could now see the owner of the boots was a guard, dressed in a beige uniform. He has a couple of shiny badges on his pocket, a black belt wrapped round his waist, a dense black gun in hand and a knife hanging from his belt. A radio was tucked in the back of it too.

He walked out of the room, obviously expecting me to follow. I decided to. I would only starve in that cell and I literally had nothing else to do.

I followed him down the corridor. My hair had grown a bit and flopped slightly round my forehead every step I took.

"Cool shades," I said, noticing for the first time the black ray bans that sat atop his nose. He didn't say anything but I could see a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips for barely a second.

We arrived in the massive hall thing after about five minutes of continuous stairs. There I found Ed sitting with a laptop and various shapes in the shadows which I knew where guards.

The doors behind us closed swiftly and the guard that led me here vanished into the shadows by the walls.

"Morning, Tomlinson!" He greeted, grinning. I stood there. Confused beyond belief. I didn't like this man, and right now, I didn't really care what happened.

"Ok, what is up with this 'Tomlinson' thing?" I air-quoted my surname as I said it. "My name is Louis. Why is everyone putting me in a cell and then calling me sir?"

Ed simply laughed which annoyed me beyond hell but I just stayed stood where I was.

"I think there are a lot of things you don't know about yourself Louis."

"And you're proposing you know about those things?" I folded my arms, looking up him with one eyebrow raised.

Ed chuckled again. "I do."

I waved a hand in front of me, a quick gesture which asked him wordlessly to continue.

"You've never met your father have you?" I shook my head. Where was this going?

"You're father was a good man. I knew him for a long time. We went to school together and later, the same university. We both loved and were deeply excited about the thought of hybrids. However, when we both got out of university, I went to making hybrids of other people, but he did it on himself. His current girlfriend at the time - your mother - didn't really understand all this."

Slowly, my arms began unfolding as I listened further to what he had to say.

"That's probably why she didn't say anything about it to you. But soon enough, your father had made a mistake. Instead of creating a baby he built one. The difference is extreme. He pieces it together bit by bit instead of letting the biological creators do so themselves. He successfully created the baby but it was dying. The cat DNA was overpowering the rest of its organs and the two weren't mad to coincide in this way. Your father had already grown attached and did everything he could, which included taking out the cat DNA. But he didn't get all of it. The baby could live, but not here. He gave it to your mother, desperate to keep it alive. I was with him after he let it go and showed him how to make new ones properly. He did so, rather successfully, but I never saw him again after that."

My mouth was open at the end of his speech and arms hanging limply by my sides. Ed placed a hand on my shoulder with a look of regret fullness on his face.

"But... But what happened to the baby?" I stuttered out.

"He is standing in front of me."

Perrie P.O.V.

I didn't even think twice about it. As soon as the door opened, I rammed my fist into his face and thrust my leg into his groin hard. He keeled over, clutching his nose and crotch before Zayn slammed his across the head, knocking him out.

We grinned at each other and gestured Jade to follow. We parted, she sprinting off looking for Jack, softly calling out her name. Jade had told us the little secret about the signs on the corners of the walls, and we followed them until we reached out destination.

A closet. Ironic, but perfect. We darted inside, locking the door and turned around. In front of us were several black uniforms. Jade said only the really trusted guards were in black. We smirked at each other and dived forward.

We returned minutes later dressed in baggy black trouser, a black shirt and a thick black belt. tied tightly round my waist. Zayn had found some sunglasses and put them on.

"Perfect!" I said.

"But we need to do something about your hair..." He said, glancing around the room. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he darted off, leaving me pulling on some socks on boots. He returned with a cap and some black hairbands.

"Why do they have hairbands?" I muttered, tying up purple locks up tightly and securing them under the cap. Zayn put one on too, just in case. We attached a knife and a gun to out belts, just to look a little more realistic and stepped out.

A guard dressed in beige walked past, nodding at us and I clocked the black radio on the back of his belt. I darted inside and grabbed two from a box on a shelf and returned handing one to Zayn.

We secured them to the backs of our belts and set off.

Time to get out of here.

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