“When I got in the 'black room', I had the worst time in my life. The scientist put that medicine into my system and I've been through a lot of pain. I felt every bone in my body breaking, all the blood being drown away from my heart, I felt everything slowly and painfully stopping, wich only brought me close to one thing; death.” he explained, sending shivers down my spine.
“He said it's a new kind of DNA and I'm the 'lucky' one that gets to have it in his system. Guess I'm not that lucky after all,” he raised his eyebrows and pressed his lips in a tight line. “But, the medicine took all night to bring me back to life. I felt like my soul was grabbed and pushed into my body against my will, and that's why I couldn't quite control my emotions. I was so angry when I woke up in that car. The two guards were taking my 'dead' body to burn it to ashes. Little did they know it would be all the other way around.” he smirked, eyes fixed on his hands.
“The same night, after I killed both of them,” my breath hitched but I tried to cover it by coughing. “I got to the experiment lab and burned it down. I tried to save all the boys in there before the scientist took them and transported them to the cars that was about to take them out of the city. I saved a lot of them, but they were all in such a bad status..” his expression turned to pained.
“The scientist was so angry that the medicine didn't work in my system, so he decided to change all of the boys at the same night. They were all screaming, begging for my help. I was running like crazy in there through the flames, taking the boys out of the building to rescue them. Most of them didn't survive though…” he sighed.
“Louis? Did he survive?” I asked quietly, preparing myself for the worst.
His eyes snapped to look up at me with a hint of anger in them. I gulped, since that meant I managed to upset him once again. He held my gaze for a little longer, eyes showing distress before shaking his head and running a hand through his hair.
“I was so frightened that they had already taken Louis away, that I killed a group of 6 guards in seconds, not wanting to waste more time of finding Louis. I'll never forget how intense was the entire situation that night.”
*Flashback*
No Point of View
He ran faster than cheetah, like a flash in the shadows, between flames and dead bodies. His head was only focused on one person; his best friend, Louis. He couldn't ignore how all the emotions grew more intense with each second that passed and he still couldn't find Louis.
“Louis!” he shouted, eyes scanning each corner of the long hallway that was on fire.
He smacked a guard's neck the second he appeared on his way, anger and hatred coursing his body. He wanted nothing but take his blood back, and of course free Louis.
He suddenly heard his scream in the end of the hallway. His eyes widened as he stared at the experiment room he entered only less than 24 hours ago. His heard raced with fear that Louis was now close to death, that his system wouldn't stand the new medicine that bastard was putting in him by force.
He got out of the experiment room like a flash, much faster than before. He fisted his palms before kicking the door down and entering the room. His stomach tightened when he saw Louis handcuffed on the table, body shaking roughly and blood running down the corner of his lips.
He felt his heart sinking at the sight of his best friend–no–brother being in that state. He moved his gaze to look at the scientist staring at Harry shocked, the empty medicine in his shakey hands. Harry took a deep breath and felt his blood boiling, his vision turning red.
Harry threw the scientist against the wall sudenly, his scream filling the air. It sounded like heaven, listening to that fucker screaming for mercy. The scientist fell down on the ground and Harry got and stood in front of him like a flash. He kicked his stomach 10 times, then his boot connected with his jaw. Yet he wanted more.
He took a big, sharp, metalic scissor and took a tight hold of the scientist's hand. He screamed louder, brown eyes showing fear. Harry let an evil laugh and cut the scientist's fingers, taking his time, torturing him slowly. The scientist's hand was bleeding and he cried so loud, that anyone could hear him.
Harry grabbed his glasses and smacked them with his boot against the marbel floor, creating a cracking sound that was hardly heard because of the scientist's cries. He crouched down to grab the small glasses and emmitiadely stabbed the scientist's neck. The scientist's mouth filled blood and his neck was bleeding, his white robe soaked with the red liquid. Harry enjoyed the view, it brought the overwhelming feeling of strength in him. He felt strong and tough. That's what he wanted, that's what he liked.
He let the scientist bleed to death, quickly turning on his heel and freeing Louis. He carried Louis out of the building wich burned to ashes. Many bodies of the boys were lying on the cold grass outside, some of them already dead, some other dying, some other coughing and trying to stand up.
Harry gently placed Louis on the grass, his eyes scanning his face. He was still alive, but his body was shaking uncontrolably. Harry looked around at the other boys, wich were slowly dying. He felt his heart breaking a little but when he looked back at Louis he felt the same feeling of losing your lovely ones, like his parents.
“Louis, look at me,” he said, taking his face in his hands. “Louis, don't you dare give up you carrot!” he hissed.
Louis let a weak chuckle out of his lips, his green-blue eyes shining under the dark sky of the night. He locked eyes with Harry and coughed blood before touching his arm and lifting a little his head.
“T-take me out of h-here…” he whispered and Harry nodded.
He quickly stood up and carried Louis into the forest like a flash, eyes searching for a place to leave Louis. He found a wooden, old, abandoned house wich was the perfect place they could stay alone.
Without hesitation, he got into the house and carried Louis on the top floor, into a bedroom with dirty objects and dust. He placed Louis on the bed and felt his eyes watering as he stared at how weak and powerless his friend's body was.
“Louis, don't die. You can't die..” Harry whimpered.
“Harry…I know a way…” Louis mumbled, slowly closing and opening his eyes.
“What? What way?” Harry asked firmly.
“A way…to stick together…” he answered in a small voice.
Louis eyes started turning darker, his skin turing pale. More blood fell from his lips wich only brought Harry in a much worse position than before.
“Tell me and I'll do it.” Harry emmidiately said, not wanting to waste any more time.
“You have to-to use my b-blood.” Louis stammered.
Harry gave him a weird look. “What? Why?”
“Then I'll be able to…stay with you…” he said, giving him a small, weak smile.
Harry could hear his subconscious yelling at him, telling at him not to do it. But Harry's love for his best friend was strong, and he couldn't stand another lost. He didn't want to leave Louis escape from his fingers like his parents did.
“Okay, I'll do it.” Harry confirmed, but he didn't know that from that second, he made a deal with the devil.
Rebecca's POV:
“What did you do?” I asked scared, scooting away from him.
He sighed and looked down, feeling a little uncomfortable at that time. His jaw was set, but his eyes were nervous. He was feeling a little weirdly, I could tell. I knew that a big part of him didn't want to answer me, but he had to do it. He owned me those answers, especially after being threatened by a supernatural being.
“I-I needed to use his blood. He told me that…that if he leaves something from him…he'll always be there, with me.” he closed his eyes, his voice hiding something.
“So…what exactly did you do with his blood?” I asked gently, even though my heart was beating like crazy.
“I…I pinched his arm with a knife and–and his blood covered most of the floor and bed…he…he d-died a few minutes later…I waited for him to wake up, for whatever that scientist put in his system to work out but it didn't..” he didn't even open his eyes as he said those things, and it actually felt like he was closing me out of his self.
“Harry…it's okay…you can talk to me…” I said, using all the softness that was left in my voice.
“The blood somehow dissapeared from the floor and bed the other day. I only slept for an hour and when I opened my eyes I saw that his body had dissapeared. There was no Louis.” he said, shocking me.
“What? How's that even possible?”
“I-I don't know…But after that, he was always around me. Everyday and night, he was in that housw, like a living person, talking to me, touching me, laughing. I did not regret that I did what he said.” his voice was honest and a little intimidating.
“Like, me? I mean, was he there like I am here?”
“Yes,” he sighed and rubbed his temples. “It was like Louis never died.” he finally opened his eyes, but still, he didn't look at me. “He was a dead living person.”
“Isn't that what you wanted?” I asked a little confused.
“Yeah, but one day…he told me he was…fading.”
“What do you mean fading?”
“He was losing his powers since all the blood had dissapeared strangely from that house. He had his powers for three weeks the most, and I surely wanted him to stay with me for a much longer time.”
“B-but he's still here? With you? Wich means you did something.” I pointed out, straightening my back.
“I did.” he said, narrowing his eyes.
“What did you do?”
“I think you know enough.” he stood up, starting to walk towards the balcony.
“No Harry, wait!” I copied him and stood up.
He came to a halt and scrunched up his back, fisting his palms, the muscles tensing. He slowly turned around and gave me a “don't push me” look. I ignored it and crossed my arms.
“Louis attacked me. More than once. I deserve to know the whole story, don't you think?” I claimed, a small hint of sarcasm in my voice.
He had a poker face, expressionless, serious, cold, terrifying face. I tried not to think that I might made him upset, but deep down there was an undeniable feeling of fear and anxiety that told me otherwise.
“I never said I will share with you all my secrets, Rebecca. Plus, you don't trust me.” his tone was authorative.
I sucked in a breath when he said the last sentensce. I don't trust him? I mean yeah, half of me doesn't but with those real feelings in my heart I know I do. Harry already has a big part of me that trusts him, but with everything he does and says he just pushes me away.
I tried to ignore how my heart tugged at his words. I felt the tears sting my eyes but managed to swallow them down, seeing a flash of worry behind Harry's eyes. I shook my head slightly with disbelief. How could he say that after giving him the right to kiss me again so I could 'save him from the darkness' and saying “I have to trust you, Harry”? He was not only confusing me, but annoying me too.
Without saying another word, I turned and walked to my bed, jumping in and quickly curling under the covers. They were a little cold but I didn't care, since his words were the only thing I kept thinking of.
I heard him walking out on the balcony and felt a small part of me relieved. I needed space, but that was an unknown word to our relationship. He never seemed to be away from me for more than 20 minutes and I personally got really sick of that.
Maybe this was all proof. Maybe that was a good moment for me to make the final desicion. Harry doesn't feel anything about me. He only cares about his best friend and himself. I was sure that he had a good side and I still do, but how good is that side that could change him completely? Not at all.
So where's the point? Why keep on trying to help someone to be good when he'll never stop being so selfish? Why keep on being his toy when he'll never repay me for what I did? Why keep on believing in him when he breakes my trust? Why keep on trying to come closer to him when he's just pushing me away?
I knew I had to stop overthinking about it because everything started turning much more confusing than ever. But I just couldn't. That's not life. I'm not living at the moment. I'm just like a glass that will be countless time filled and used until it accidentally fells on the floor and breaks.
And who would collect my pieces? No one. I knew it was dangerous, I was actually signing to be a partner in a supernatural crime. I didn't even know what kind of creature I was fighting against. I didn't even know if I was sure I wanted to fight.
Harry needed me just like I needed him. But my needs were much different than his. He just needed me so he won't have his black eyes again. But me? I needed him because my stupid heart couldn't stand being away from him. His assumptions just did not make sense and my mind was too cluttered with thoughts to completely understand what was going on with him.
“Rebecca,” Harry suddenly spoke, dragging me out of my thoughts. His voice was worried and warning, wich only made me feel nervous. I brought my weight on my elbows and turned to look at him.
His eyes were staring at me worried, wich only made my stomach to turn. I furrowed my brows in confusion and then's when I felt something cold and wet drppping on my forehead. I emmidiately recognized what it was by the way my stomach twisted and I wanted to throw up.
Fucking blood.
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A/N: I can't wait till I write next chapter ^^ S'gonna be great haha ;) I'm just really happy, don't judge... Thank you for reading, I love you so so much xx You guys rockkkkkk!! And I updated today bc I won't be able to update on Friday but that's good since you have 2 chapters 2 days earlier right? :)