Hideaway [h.s]

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I couldn't move my head in any direction, so I used my eyes to glance around the room. I tried to look around and see where I was but all I could take in was that I was in a white tiled room with a few different unrecognizable machines around me. I was getting anxious, I couldn't move.

When I heard the large door open, my stomach turned. I couldn't see who was coming in, but needless to say I was nervous as fuck.

But when I saw the familiar face of Erica pop her head over me- I didn't know if I was relieved or confused. I never really knew Erica that well, but I knew her enough. What is she doing here? Is she here to get me out?

"Erica? What are yo-"

But when I focused on her blue jean jacket, I answered my own question.

"Hey Liam." She says with a smile, acting like nothings wrong.

"What the fuck are you doing in that jacket?" I spit out.

"Give them answers Liam. It will just get worse if you don't." She tells me, ignoring my question.

"Are you apart of this gang?" I say in shock.

"Yes, and you can be to." She rests her hand on my bare chest, making me flinch a bit.

"No- fuck you! You've been the fucking mole in Malignant this entire time?" I get angry, feeling my fist clench.

"Relax I was just the tattoo artist down there, I never wore your jackets or went out and killed innocent civilians. I was allied with Deception, investigating who Westly Ray Sehard was by getting information from the executive members. After investigating the four of you, I had speculations that it was secretly Harry this entire time." She explains to me.

"So you decided to sleep with him in order to get information if he was the leader?" I mutter.

"Well yes, but after doing that for a bit- I realized Harry is a closed book and doesn't tell anyone anything due to how emotionless he is. I was having sex with him for a while and I never got any information besides knowing he lights matches with his gritty ring on his finger or between his teeth. So I gave up and moved on to someone else that with the right technique- I could get info from." She tells me her whole elaborate scheme.

"Niall." I murmur, making her nod.

"Look at you, you're detective skills are on point." She praises me.

"So you went from sleeping around with Harry to sleeping around with Niall. Very classy Erica." I mutter, feeling so infuriated.

"I did what I had to in order to get what I wanted. Niall was opening up to me and eventually he let slip that Westly was Harry all along. When I found out my speculations were correct, I alerted Salvation and Deception and they commenced the battle immediately. Along my journey of trying to find out who Westly was, I took many photos and kept them in a file for Salvation so they could use them against Harry." She explains proudly, feeding her own ego.

"That's why they ambushed us a week earlier then planned? Because you told them who Westly was?" I try to piece everything together.

"Yep. I ended up getting a lot of photos of Harry and Amelia, and with also pretending to be her best friend and stuff, I got her to tell me the details of their relationship so I would know how serious they are. It turns out they've gotten really serious these past few months and with these provocative photos of them, Salvation wanted her too. So the night they were planning to attack, I told her to come out with me to the club- setting her up to be trapped by some other disguised members of Deception. But of course Harry ended up coming down there and taking her back from me, holding a gun to my head if I didn't let her go." She rambles on, telling me her courses of action like I was her best friend.