The Monster [H.S.]

Chapter 15

"I'm sorry, Melanie" I begged, but she couldn't forgive me.
"Melanie, please, I'm sorry."

She lay on the wet ground, fresh raindrops splashing around her but I was completely dry. A bullet wound dripped heavily with blood in the centre of her stomach. She got in the way of the target I was attempting to shoot. I didn't want to shoot her but I had to.

"You're a traitor" she spat, her voice barely audible.

"I'm not. Its all part of the plan. I'm going to get us information and then get out of here. Im going to get out without them chasing me. I'm not lying to you!"

"You mean like when you didn't 4 years ago? Did you not lie now like you did then?"

"I'm not a liar, not anymore" I defend, my voice becoming increasingly higher with each plead.

"Bullshit. This is your fault. Yours. Don't forget that." she heaves, and her eyes begin to droop shut.

"Melanie!" I screech, trying to get to her but I can't. Every muscle in my body has shut down and I'm stuck.
"It's all part of the plan" I whisper as her body untenses. "It's all part of the plan"

• • • • •

I follow them down the hall. 3 to my front and 1 to my back as they wheel Harry through the Hospital like building, only it's much more advanced, and everything seems to be electronic and made of glass. Everything at home is so basic; everything we needed we had. The beds are wooden, the chairs are wooden, the walls a plain, grey cement. It's plain, but it's enough. The contrast between the 2 infirmaries is almost disgusting.

It reminds me of why I hate them so much. They have everything yet continue to take everything. I need to get away from them but without them coming for me. I need to end this.

Ever since I killed Melanie their behaviour has changed towards me. They don't shove me anymore, but they control where I go. They don't curse at me, but give me judging glares. They don't even chain me anymore, they just surround me.

We walk silently into a smaller room than before, where a beautiful blue eyed monster turns and smiles lightly at the conscious disciples. The beautiful blues land on my own blue-green ones and narrow, a flash of silver running across the iris the way Steve's did. Its lip twitches in aggression but I stare back with a solemn expression. I've taken worse than an angry nurse.

"How long has he been out?" the nurse ask, stretching a rubber glove onto its hand as it look down to him, inspecting him.

"About a day" Zayn Malik replies, and I roll my eyes with the lack of precision.

It nods, its attention flickering from him to me for a moment before it looks straight at me.

"And why is the scum here?" It asks expressionlessly.

"Sir made us watch it." Louis Tomlinson growls, and I almost laugh at the aliens calling me 'it'.

"And, she did save his life" Zayn Malik mumbles, its index finger hooked over its mouth, its other arm crossed against its torso as it quietly observes Harry.

The disciples look to one another, scowling at me before looking back to Harry.

"Well it's 2 people in at a time, so get it out" it spits.

Before I have a chance to, the nurse is held by its neck against the wall, broken gasps for breath wheezing from her lips as Zayn Malik holds it firmly in his grasp.

"First of all, you do not tell us what to do" it seethes, its teeth grinding so hard I almost fear they may break, "second of all, she saved his life. She will on look at his breathing body all she fucking wants, understand?" he barks, the nurses face a bright shade of crimson.