-zayn-
How could a boy so beautiful end up here?
I mean, yes – I've heard of him but never bothered to notice how he looked. I didn't look at him properly, to actually take in the captivating aura surrounding him like the attraction of polar opposites of a magnet.
"So...." I started, unsure of what to say. "Nice to finally meet you."
I smiled at him – it came out as a bit forced – but he returned my expression with a knowing smirk and a crazed look. It seems as though he found a new victim if I'm listening to my instincts.
'Help,' was what my mind supplied at that thought.
"Well, nice to meet you too," he said rather sarcastically, a scowl marring his features.
"I speak English, not sarcasm," I joked, smiling at him again.
This is why I shouldn't judge a book by its cover. With that sentence alone, he broke my illusion of a normal person. He looks good – attractive even – but he's like everyone I meet. A heartless fear-hunter – a cold, heartless killer with no mission other than to tear you to shreds like a used up doll.
"One language person – I see," I smirked in order to hide my annoyance. I think that pushed my temper off the cliff I was balancing on because I looked at him with a cold fury that I'm sure he could almost feel. "You know what? I'm out."
I stormed out of that almost clinical room, never being so pissed with my own patient before – never. Annoyed – yes – but this rage inside me was new. It made the skin of my hands itch to hurt something but I knew better than to resort to violence. It was like I lost myself for a moment.
'What was he doing to me?'
I checked the time out of sheer habit, reading 10:30pm.
'A perfect time for people like him to start their escape mission,' I thought, clenching my teeth.
I didn't know why I cared so much; he shouldn't matter to me. A voice rang me out of my thoughts.
"Mr Malik."
I turned around to see the oh-so-familiar officer – Liam.
"I swear to god – if you call me Mr Malik again, I'm going to chop your dick off and feed it to Loki," I chuckled sadistically at the mental image.
"Too bad Loki is a vegetarian," Liam replied, making me crack up.
-Harry-
I broke a familiar tube which soon started releasing a green smoke. My hands were working methodically. This was nothing new. I smirked as I saw everyone besides me starting to drop like flies. I quickly dropped another tube as I broke out of the cell.
I heard a familiar accent. That accent – ah, fuck – I didn't even get his name. An idea popped into my head as I started to disappear into the smoke. The cogs in my head were whirring whimsically as I crouched beside the unconscious tanned figure, admiring him. I carefully scooped him over my shoulder and made my way out, calm and collected – this was going exactly to plan.
'It's going to be fun tonight,' I thought as I finally deserted the godforsaken place.
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