Chapter 36

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Zayn P.O.V.

I sat with my head in my hands, silent tears falling freely from my eyes. Perrie was gone. My Pezza was gone.

I had tried to save her but the men were too strong. The only took me, leaving behind the van, the hybrids and Perrie, bleeding on the ground. We had told the hybrids to stay inside no matter what so I doubt they had left yet.

I had seen the other van drive off and I was grateful for that - at least some got away.

I was confused though. Why did they only take me?

I was in a all-too-familiar cell, sobbing in silence, wondering when I'll ever get out of this mess. I was still in the guard uniform and to be honest it was getting uncomfortable.

I couldn't be more unhappy if I tried. As another picture of Perrie washed through my mind a fresh tsunami of tears erupted my my eyes. I gulped, letting out a sob and crossed my arms over my hunched up knees, burying my face behind them.

I lost track of time and had no idea how long I had been lying here but suddenly, there was a great clunk and the door opened. I lifted my head, revealing tear stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

Ed himself enter.

"What do you want?" I croaked, hatred lacing through my voice. He waved the guards away.

"I need you. To reel back the others." He shrugged as if it was obvious or normal and leaned nonchalently against the wall. He crossed his arms and pulled out a cigarette.

"Why didn't you just take them then?" I unfolded myself and began standing up. "You had the chance!"

"Not really," he muttered, lighting the cig and taking a deep puff. "I only had three men there."

"So? They could've easily driven a van full of terrified hybrids..." I shivered as the thought passed through me.

"I suppose... But it's more fun anyway," he smirked. I choked in disgust, staggering backwards.

"You're evil."

He dropped the half-smoked cigarette and stumped it out, watchign the black fumes rising ominously before turning towards the door. It opened and he turned to me once more before it shut in front of him.

"I know."

If this was meant to be his dramatic exit I had had enough of it. I had had enough of this. I stormed up to the door and banged repeatedly, not bothering with the throbbing pain coursing through my angry fists.

"WHY THEN? WHY DO YOU DO THIS? IT IS NOTHING BUT EVIL! YOU HAVE BUILT YOURSELF A BASE TO HIDE AWAY AND TORTURE OTHERS! YOU ARE A COWARD, A BULLY AND YOU'VE PROVEN NOTHING TO YOURSELF OR ANYONE ELSE! IS THIS REALLY THE LIFE YOU WANTED? WHEN YOU WERE SEVEN, DREAMING PRINCESSES AND DRAGONS IS THIS REALLY WHAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO END UP AS? WHAT KIND OF A MICRO-PENIS MUST YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE THIS OVER ANYTHING ELSE IN THE WORLD?! I'D RATHER BE PROMETHIUS, STRAPPED TO A MOUNTAIN, EATEN ALIVE EVERYDAY AND REFORMED EVERY NIGHT THAN DO THIS? WHY? WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THIS?!"

I wasn't expecting an answer. I was expecting to be left alone for the rest of eternity to slowly rot and die without my Pezza or education or anything.

But to my surprise, the door opened. Ed stood there alone, his face shadowed by shame. He actually looked scared.

"I didn't."

I was too far up to take confusing answers now.

"Excuse me? Care to clarify?"

He sighed running a hand through his hair.

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