running away from the enemy ➳ [z.m. love story/au]

"Love has its place, as does hate. Peace has its place, as does war. Mercy has its place, as do cruelty and revenge." -Meir Kahane--- Run. That's all they could do. Mari, Will and Zayn went separate ways in order to protect each other from the one who is out to kill them. Paranoid is what describes all of them. Someone is out to kill them and is watching their every move. But what happens when someone one of them thought they could trust betrays them in the biggest way imaginable? You can run, but you can't hide. This person is out for the kill and won't stop until he gets what he wants... THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE ENEMY! READ THAT ONE FIRST! Copyright © 2014 Kayla S.


29. Chapter 29.

Mari's POV

        With my hands sitting in my handcuffs I might add...I'm now in a black SUV with one of Damon's stupid little henchmen...slaves...whatever, driving. Yeah, I know. I kinda wish I wouldn't have set myself up for this. But there's now turning back now eh? The guy has all the windows rolled up as he continues to inhale and exhale on the cigarette in between his lips. All I'm breathing is smoke now...not one bit of fresh air. If he doesn't open a window soon, I'll probably die before Damon gets to set his eyes on me. But that might be a good thing actually...

        "Hey, can you please roll down a window?" I ask before letting out a small cough, wishing desperately that I could fan the smoke away from my face. I think the man hears me because he lifts his arm up and reaches forward for something. But it turns out that he only moves his hand over towards the radio so he can turn the music all the way up. Well fuck you too. The words from Eminem's song "Superman" fill my ears and I find myself beginning to sing the lyrics in my head. The guy in the front begins to bob his head to the music while continuing to enjoy his fucking cigarette and I roll my eyes because of how freaking stupid he looks. "EXCUSE ME!" I shout once again, but much louder now. I catch the man's piercing green eyes staring at me through the rear view mirror, annoyance washed over all of his features. He clenches his teeth together and his eyes fill with irritation before he moves his warning glare away from me and focuses his attention back on the road. Fucking prick. If he won't listen to me right now...I guess I'll have to get even louder. "HEY YOU LITTLE SHIT!" I shout before I kick my leg into the back of his seat. Looks like he forgot to handcuff those. I know I've got his attention now because he reaches his hand towards the radio and turns it off very quickly, making the car completely silent. Then he slams his foot on the break and the car abruptly stops in the middle of the deserted road we are currently on. I growl in annoyance at the seat belt that just kept me from flying through the windshield, as well as almost cutting off my airway in the process. Where the hell am I?

        The man growls in frustration before turning around to face me, his eyes filled with rage. And guess what? He still has the fucking cigarette in his hand. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" he spat at me through his teeth. His eyes are glaring venomously into mine and I believe that he thinks that he is intimidating me. But he isn't. I clench my jaw at him before swiping my tongue across my lips.

        "I just wanted you to fucking open the window," I say, very calmly I might add, "and you acted like you couldn't hear me."

        "That's right," he responds, not hesitating whatsoever. "The only thing I am concerned with right now is getting you to my boss safely. I don't care about what your fucking preferences are or whatever."

        "Well I'm pretty sure that Damon would like for me to be alive when you hand me over to him," I retort back with somewhat of an attitude. The man places the cigarette between his lips before inhaling deeply and exhaling the smoke so that it goes directly into my face. "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I spit at him while coughing as the smoke begins to invade my lungs even more. Fuck. I feel like I'm about to die.

        The corners of the fucking asshole's mouth turn upwards and a smirk spreads across his lips. Obviously he's fucking enjoying this. He turns back around and suddenly I hear the sound of the window rolling down beside me. "Fine," he mumbles. "I'll only keep this open if you just sit back and shut the fuck up," he growls. "Kapeesh?"

        "Yeah, yeah. Whatever," I respond to him, mumbling.

        The car roars back to life once more and we are on the move again. Except for this time, I can breathe. Thank God. I look out of the window, the cold crisp air hitting me directly in the face, blowing my hair everywhere. The radio comes back to life again as well, playing some random song I've never heard  in my entire life. But as I suspected, the man in the front is now bobbing his head to the music.

        When the song's finally over, I'm glad that I actually don't have to contemplate jumping out of the car any longer. Damn that song was terrible. The man's eyes shoot up into the rear view mirror where my brown eyes meet his green one's. An unreadable expression is upon his face but I flash him a very fake smile before scoffing and rolling my eyes.

        Suddenly, a bullet flies through the back window of the SUV barely missing my head. I scream as soon as I hear the glass shattering, little shards cutting my skin. I duck as far down as I can in the seat, but I know that won't help anything. Whoever the person is shooting at us can kill me easily now. I thought that the bullet had just flew in and out of the car without hitting anything but I was wrong. I hear the horn of the car start to go off and I look up to find the man who was driving the car, face first on the steering wheel of the car, blood oozing out of the side of his head. The very sight makes me want to vomit and I have to take a deep breath in order to keep myself from hurling right this second. I hear the sound of a car door slamming shut from behind the vehicle and it makes my breath hitch in my throat.

        "Shit, shit, shit!" I mutter under my breath. I try to break the stupid handcuffs around my wrists but they don't fucking budge. And I'm stuck in this seat because of the very restricting seat belt currently strapping me down in it. I quickly glance out the window beside me to see a shadow forming on the ground and I quickly lie down on my side, trying to hide as much of my body as I possibly can right now. The footsteps are now louder as I hear the heels of the person's shoes clicking against the concrete outside and I find myself shaking in fear. I don't know why I'm so scared right now. Maybe it's because I could just get shot right now and die instantly? But I would rather anyone else kill me besides Damon to be honest.

        I close my eyes in anticipation, sweat forming on my upper lip. I bite my lip and I'm biting it so hard that it begins to bleed, but that doesn't stop me from continuing to bite it. All I can hear right now is the sound of my own heavy breathing as well as my heartbeat thumping through my ears. I find myself silently praying in my head as I hear the sounds of the footsteps stop and I hear the sound of the door beside me opening. The sound of the door creaking open makes my heart beat even faster if that's even possible and I'm trembling now as I try to think of what could possibly happen next.


        The sound of the familiar voice causes my eyes to shoot open and I'm kinda of surprised to see who's in front of me. But I've never been happier to see anyone in my entire life.

        "Thank god it's you!" I say in excitement while looking up at Elijah. A small smile forms across his lips and he reaches over me to unlock the very restricting seat belt from around my body. As soon as it leaves my body, I feel like I am able to breathe again. I carefully sit up as Elijah pulls a wrench from behind his back.

        "You thought I would have forgotten about your handcuffs didn't you?" he says while raising his eyebrow at me. "I kinda figured the idiot would have you locked up like this." He places the wrench around the handcuff on my left hand and the cuff falls to the ground with a clink after it breaks in two. He does the same with the other hand, and after he is done, I grab both of my wrists and rub them, instantly noticing the red rings around them. "Are you alright?" he asks me while scanning my body for any signs of injuries.

        "Uhh yeah...," I reply honestly. "Just kinda shaken up t-that's all. You just kinda scared me a little bit. That's all. I thought you were some psychotic person that wanted to kill me."

        Elijah lets out a small chuckle and rubs his hand over his face. "Well I would have been afraid if I were you as well." I slide myself across the backseat of the car so that my legs are dangling outside of the car. "Sorry about scaring you like that," Elijah says. "I was just trying to kill that guy...even though I almost kind of killed you in the process."

        "It's fine," I reassure him by placing a hand on his shoulder and flashing a smile in his direction. "I'm still alive right?"


        Elijah points towards his car parked right behind the damaged vehicle that I was in just a few seconds ago. "Is that Brian's van?" I ask while raising my eyebrow.

        "Uhh yeah," he replies. "I alerted them of your absence before I came to look for you."

        Wait, what?

        "How did you know that?" I ask suspiciously. Elijah continues to stare at me blankly as I await for a response to escape his lips. "You know," I say, trying to get a response from him,  "that I was gone?"  Elijah swipes his tongue across his lips before clearing his throat. His hand wraps around the handle of the car door and he opens it up, signaling for me to hop into the passenger seat. I slide in, but not before looking in Elijah's eyes, still awaiting for him to respond to my question. He shuts the door and walks towards the front of the car and I can see his mouth mumbling some incomprehensible words as he runs his fingers exhaustedly through his brown hair.

        The driver's door suddenly swings open and Elijah slides into the car, shutting the door behind him. "It's...well kind of a long story," he replies, mumbling. His eyes are not making eye contact with mine as his hand turns the keys inside of the ignition, the car roaring to life.

        "Tell me now," I say in such a demanding tone that Elijah's eyes widen a bit. He clenches his jaw in frustration as his hand reaches for the gear shift of the car. Before he can even make the car move, I take the keys out of the ignition, causing his eyes to shoot over at me, filled with irritation. "Please. No more secrets," I say before placing the keys directly on my lap. "So many things have been kept from me...and I'm done with it." I glare out at the view in front of me out the window which consists of field...and even more field. "I have all the time in the world to hear your story."

        Elijah turns his head so that his eyes stare directly into mine. "Do you trust me?" he asks on a serious note, his eyes staring deeply into mine.

        There goes that word again. Trust.

        "I-I don't know." I honestly reply, before clearing my throat. Elijah looks a little bit saddened by my answer. But that doesn't stop him from taking my hands into his, causing my browns eyes to shoot up and meet his.

        "Do you trust me?" he asks once more, with even more emphasis and meaning. His eyes are staring intensely into mine as I take his question into deep consideration.

        Can I trust Elijah? I've asked myself so many times if I could trust certain people...and a majority of the time...I would end up getting fucked over by the person. But as Elijah's eyes stare into mine waiting for an answer, I see something flicker over them. And something tells me that I can trust him. Something in my gut tells me that. And that's when I let the words that I am truly thinking escape my lips.

        "Yes," I say. "I trust you Elijah."

        The corners of his mouth pull up into a small smile and he lets go of my hands, which fall back onto my lap. "Good," he says. "I've never been able to trust many people Mari," he adds before letting out a large sigh in frustration. "But I think you are someone that I can trust. And I hope that you can trust me as well." I hand the keys back over to him and he takes them out of my hand, quickly putting them back into the ignition of the car and starting it again.

        "Now tell me," I say anxiously as the car begins to move.

        "Sure," he responds as his eyes are set on the road in front of us. "I've got a lot to tell you Mari." His lips are in a straight line and he lets out a small huff. "A lot, a lot."

Harry's POV

        "We're here you guys."

        Brian's words cause everyone to shuffle in their seats, the sound of multiple seat belts coming undone filling my ears. The car stops at least a block away from the only house nearby...and I'm guessing that this is where Damon is.

        "That is where Zayn is. That is where Will is," I find myself saying in my head, trying to take open my eyes to the reality in front of me.

        The back door of the SUV slides open and Liam is the first to hop out of the car and Danielle follows closely behind him. I hear the sound of the trunk being opened and I take that as my cue to get out as well. As I get up, I hear Louis and Rebekkah talking behind me. I'm glad that they have begun to hit it off. But for now, there are more important things to worry about.

        "Grab one and go," Brian says while pointing at the large container of guns in the back of the car. I pick up a nice sized gun and load it up. Everyone else grabs a gun, one by one, until there is nothing left in the container at all. Brian slams the trunk down and all of us form a small circle around him. His eyes move around the small circle, his face showing a lot of focus right now.

        "So," Brian says before clasping his hands together and taking a deep breath. "This is the moment that we have all been waiting for right?" His eyes meet mine and I nod my head before he begins to speak once more. "We only have one shot at this," he adds. "So let's please not fuck it up okay?"

Louis says aloud before clapping his hands together. Rebekkah sends a warning glare in his direction and punches him in the arm, receiving a playful smirk from Louis in return.

        "I'm 100 percent positive that Damon knows we are here right now...or he probably knows that we are on our way. He knows that we are here to kill him, which is why I'm sure that he is heavily guarded." Brian's eyes shoot up towards the front entrance of Damon's house where strangely there is no one to be seen whatsoever. "But...the hardest part of this is getting through all of his guards and saving Will and Zayn."

        "But what about Mari?"
Danielle asks while raking her hand through her curly brown hair. "Is she here?"

        "Hopefully not," Brian says before swallowing slowly. "If Elijah came through on what he said he was going to do, she should be with him right no-"

        Brian cannot even finish his sentence before I see Mari running towards us with Elijah by her side.

        "Hey you guys!" she says as she makes her way beside me. A wave of relief has washed over my body now that I am able to see that Mari is safe...and alive. Thank God. I look down at her and flash her a small smile and surprisingly she flashes one back at me. She should hate my guts right now, but somehow she doesn't...which surprises me. I was a dick.

        "Well, now that everyone's here," Brian says while glancing over at Mari and then over to Elijah. "Let's get started shall we?"

        "Hitting the house from the front is probably the best option," I suggest. Some people nod their heads at my suggestion while others do not.

        "I agree with Harry," Mari says before placing her hand on my shoulder. Wow. She actually agrees with me? "Damon would not expect that to happen. So why not do the unexpected huh?"

        As Brian looks like he's going to speak against my idea, Reyna cuts him off. "I agree with them Brian," she says before flashing him a smile. "And I believe everyone else pretty much does as well."

        Brian's glance shifts around the group, and everyone nods their heads in approval of my idea. Well that was unexpected.

        "Well Harry," Brian says while placing a hand on my shoulder, "looks like your plan is the one we are rolling with."

        "Once we get inside, we should all split up," Niall adds. "I think we would cover more area that way."

        "Yeah," Mari says, causing everyone's eyes to shift towards her. "I agree with Niall. So maybe,"  her eyes begin to look around the small circle to see what her options are, as far as someone going inside with her to find Zayn...and Will of course. "Harry," the sound of her mentioning my name makes me smile a little and I find it kinda strange honestly. Shouldn't she be pissed off with me right now? "Reyna and Danielle?" she adds. Both of their faces light up at the mention of their names and Danielle automatically walks over towards Mari, quickly grabbing her hand and giving it a tight squeeze.

        "That sounds great Mari!" she squeals before sending her big smile in her direction. She's practically beaming...and I love it. It's nice to see someone as happy as her once in a while. It's...well quite refreshing honestly...

        "I don't know if that-"

        "Well since that is now settled," I say, cutting Brian off from coming up with another excuse which would slow us down, "let's go shall we?" My lips form the perfect smirk causing Brian to mumble something underneath his breath and then he sighs in defeat.

        "Fine," he says, despite his urge to completely disregard what I had just said.

        Reyna and I walk over to Mari and Danielle so that we are standing right beside them. The rest of the boys'...and Rebekkah form a little group and Brian pulls his gun out of the blazer of his jacket, spinning it around his finger.

        "Are you all ready?" he asks before raising his eyebrows.

        Am I ready for this? Hell yeah. Am I ready for what is about to happen next? Hell yeah. All these questions are now rambling through my head. I look over at Mari who seems to be hesitating a little. Something seems to be running across her mind. But...I didn't go through all this running away from Damon shit for nothing. It was all for one purpose-to help get Zayn and Will back

        "Hell yeah!" I  hear Mari shout, triumphantly. I watch as a surge of confidence flows through her body, her eyes narrowing in determination.

        "Let's go and kill this bastard," Brian growls through his teeth and he begins to jog towards the driveway of Damon's house. The rest of us follow closely behind him. I jog beside me, looking over at her kind of worriedly. Something about her makes me worried for her sometimes. Maybe it's because I care? And I know how stubborn she can be with her emotions sometimes. She doesn't want anyone to know of her weaknesses, but sadly, unlike others, I can see right through her.

        Her eyes glance over at me for a split second, and she quickly averts my gaze. It's like she's expecting me to stop her from doing this right now. But hell no. I'm not. I have faith in her. And I have no control over her actions whatsoever. I think that's part of the problem here. She's tired of people always trying to tell her what to do and always trying to tell her what the best way to do something is. So, I'm going to let her do whatever she wants to from now on.

        From the corner of my eye, I notice her give me a small nod signaling that she is fine and that she wishes to go along with the plan. I'm so ready to kill that little prick Damon. I want him to pay for all of the pain he has caused me...Zayn...Will...Mari...her parents. She never deserved this..from anyone. He will fucking pay, and I will make sure of it. I plan on killing the little bastard myself, watching everything crumble in front of his eyes, just like he did with Mari...stripping everything she loved and cared for in life away from her. Piece by piece...bit by bit.

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