Slowly, the tall figure turned around and my eyes met his. My whole body was paralyzed though the only solution was to run away. I just needed to escape as fast as I could to stay alive. But I couldn't. My muscles didn't obey my brain and I couldn't even break the eyes contact.
I had to rush toward the door but I couldn't move. And even if I did, he would just have to shoot me from behind.
But he didn't seem to move either. His dark eyes kept staring in mine.
"Liam..." I started to whisper his name, praying he wouldn't suddenly shoot me down.
"Liam! Move your ass!" Louis' voice yelled from the garage. I looked in that direction, waiting to see Louis walking through the door.
But there was no sound of footsteps and Louis didn't come.
To my surprise, Liam moved his arm and placed his finger on his lips to show me I had to stay silent. I nodded and watched him walk away to join Louis.
Still paralyzed, I heard the sound of a car starting off and then, everything was silent again.
He didn't do anything. Absolutely nothing. No. There must be something wrong. Why? Why didn't he do something? Why didn't he shoot me down? I should be dead but he made as if he didn't care. I thought he would call Louis and that it would be the end before I even could have walked out of the house. What did just happen? What is he going to say when they'll find out I'm gone? He's not going to say 'Scarlett? I met her when she was in the hall before she escaped!" That would have no sense. And if Louis and Simon find out he didn't do anything, he'll be in trouble. I didn't get it, that was all.
And why were they leaving? Where were they going? If they were gone then it meant the I could tell Harry, Niall and Zayn to come with me. I was about to move backwards when what they had told me popped in my mind. We couldn't escape all together. It would be worse. But I just couldn't let them here. That was a unique opportunity.
But I remembered they had given me a mission. I couldn't fail this time. And staying here any longer would only make me waste precious time. I decided to do what I had been told. I would go and find the person I had been told and we'll find a way to sort this all out. I had to succeed.
Feeling determinate, I started to run and rushed out of the house, heading toward the direction I had been told to go.
"Stay the course, guys, " I whispered to myself.
I ran and ran for a long time, soon finding myself swallowed by the crowds on the huge sidewalk. But it felt like I couldn't breathe anymore, my lungs aching and begging for oxygen. I stopped dead on the street and tried to catch my breath back with difficulties. I then walked slowly, not wanting to lose time by staying still somewhere. Breathing loudly, I looked around me and saw people's insisting stares on me. And I knew why. I didn't even want to see what I looked like. It seemed to be ages ago when I last showered. I must look like a complete mess and dirty. I was sweating, my hair was messy, and my clothes stunk. I noticed people were avoiding me.
But I didn't care.
I decided to start running again even though I still wasn't breathing properly. I just couldn't waste any more minutes. I needed to gain time and reach the place quickly.
But my body didn't bear the effort.
I collapsed against a wall, feeling a throbbing pain in my chest and tummy. It was as if I hadn't stopped at all. My lungs were aching harder and I thought I would faint soon. I couldn't run anymore. My strengths had left me. My legs couldn't carry me anymore but I managed to stay up.
Taking my breath back, I glanced at the building I was leaned against. It looked modern but I noticed the street level was empty. Although I was in the center of London, there was a huge empty local right there. There must have been a shop because I could distinguish an old-looking shop sign though I couldn't see what the name of the shop had been. The shop probably went bankrupt a while ago and no one bought the local ever since. I knew I had already seen that building a while ago with a shop but I couldn't remember what it was.
But then a paper glued against a window a few meters away caught my eyes. I slowly walked toward it and stopped in front of the small poster. My face was only inches from it.
A wave of emotions suddenly filled me in as I stared at the small picture. It felt like time had stopped around me.
I cried. I just cried. Scalding tears rolled down my face as I looked at the five familiar figures standing on the poster. One Direction.
They looked younger but I recognized them straight away. They were smiling and laughing. They seemed so happy.
Then, what had happened? They were best friends! But now...now... Two of them were killers and the three remaining ones were their targets.
I didn't know how long I stayed there, staring at the poster through my tears. But I finally decided to move and walk away. I couldn't stay there all day.
I walked faster and faster till I started running. The small picture still was in my mind and I couldn't stop the flow of tears streaming down my cheeks.
But as I kept on running, I realized I didn't know where to go. I asked a pedestrian, a man around forty, but he just looked at me with disgust before walking away. Thank you for the help, I murmured with anger while watching him walking away.
The second person I asked didn't know where the street was. I felt panic overrunning me as I looked for someone else.
Luckily, the third time was the good one. An old lady told me the street wasn't far from there and explained me how to reach it. I thanked her many times and started to run as though I suddenly had my strengths back.
Once I reached the street, I looked for the number. It didn't take me long to find the right house. My heart beating faster, I looked at the letter box to check if I really was at the right place. I walked up toward the threshold and rang, praying the person would be there.
"Coming!" A voice yelled and I smiled with relief.
Then, the door swung open, revealing the figure of a young woman.
"Hell..." but she didn't finish her sentence.
I knew straight away I had found the right place. Her face fitted with who I had been asked to find.