I can save you (a One Direction fafiction)

After her traumatic event as a young girl, everything has changed for Ella. She has chosen to take out her pain and enflict it on others by killing. After attempting to kill One Directions' Harry Styles, her life was beginning to change.

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3. Caught

Harry's sparkling green eyes are wild and stunned when I finally pin him down. We stare at eachother for a while as he tries to use his eyes to plead for mercy. His mouth is open but he isn't making a sound. I smile sarcastically. "Didn't expect that, did you Pretty Boy? Huh?" I ask him sweetly. He squeaks softly, struggling against my grasp. "Don't you remember me? I'm the girl you and your little 'posse' would tease about, hmm," I put on a fake thinking face. "Oh, right. You used to tease me about my acne. Used to count my pimples, didn't you? Made fun of my glasses, too, oh, and my braces. Didn't you!" He shakes his head. "Do not lie to me! And speak when I am talking to you!" Harry opens his mouth and lets out a tiny, "Yes." I raise my knife, and he winces. I let out a laugh. "Afraid? Well, I would be too, if I was about to die." I smirked. I teasingly traced his face with the knife's tip. "Ha, ha, ha, well. What should I take first? I think", I pause, "let's start with your mouth."

It was only a matter of seconds after I had said that I was flying throught the air and my knife flew out of my grasp and deeper into the wood. I was pinned on the leaves by a dark-haired teen, about 20, with dark brown eyes to match his hair. "NO!" I yelled, struggling againt his grasp. I growled at him, but he only smirked playfully. "What are you doing you prick?! Let me go!" I said through gritted teeth. He laughed, followed by a deep, "But what," he said with his British accent, "d'you think you're doing?"

"Let me go."

"Why should I do that?"

"I have unfinished buisiness with your friend Pretty Boy Harry over there." I glanced at him, seeing he was still on the ground, his chest heaving up and down, and up again.

"Why would you kill Harry?" he questioned.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know!" I said, and I broke free, kicking his face. I stood and began to run at Harry again, but it seemed I didn't have energy, like a car with no fuel. I heard a yell, I took a final breath, and I fell into a dark, dreamless sleep.

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