Scarred. ~Dark Fanfic~

I walked down the corridor of my new school, staring at my shoes, when I bumped into someone. I dared to look up. I slowly raised my head to find a curly haired boy, with an evil grin spread across his face. He had green orbs, that penetrated your soul. He wore black combat boots, a leather jacket completed with a skull shirt and bandana. I knew who he was. Harry Styles.

Please note that this is all made up and Harry Styles would never do this.


10. Trapped.

~~Marcel's P.O.V
"Kyra run!" I yelled, pointing to the open window. She looked from me, to the window, then back to me.
"What about you?" She said, running to the window.
"Don't worry, I'm right behind you." I reassured. But, I spoke to soon. I felt something grab my ankle as I was half way through the window. I turned round to find Harry's smirking face, inches from mine. I shook my leg violently to try and free myself, but it was no use. He yanked me back down to the floor. I laid there, scared of what he would do to me next. I glanced around the horrible room. It was dark, and smelt. There were little water droplets from the pipe, with a few puddles on the floor. A bit like an old alley, really. Kyra had escaped. That's all I wanted.
Harry still had firm grip of my ankle, and began to drag me across the damp, cold floor. I daren't move. He finally stopped at a pipe, running along one of the walls. He revealed two handcuffs from underneath his coat. I gave him a puzzled look, as he bent down to the lower part of the pipe. He glanced at me with an evil snarl plastered across his face, his eyes black with anger. He focused back on the pipe. He locked one cuff around the pipe, the other around my ankle.
"Stay here." He growled, standing up.
"I-I'm not exactly going anywhere am I." I muttered sarcastically to myself.
"What?" Harry spat.
"I-I didn't s-say anything." I stuttered, pushing my glasses further up my nose.
"Good." He smirked, walking towards the window I came through.
"W-where are you g-going?" I asked.
"To close the window?" He answered in more of a question.
"Oh." I replied. "Are you n0t going after Kyra?" I immediately realised I said something stupid and scrunched up my eyes in frustrated.
"Why should I go after her? She'll be back soon enough." He smirked.
"Huh?" I asked, giving him a confused look.
"You're here, aren't you?" His evil grin grew as he spoke the words. My eyes grew wide when I realised what he meant. He made his way up the stairs, but stopped half way. He glanced at me, scowled, and carried on, slamming the door behind him, letting darkness flood into the room. Please Kyra, save yourself, not me.

Kyra's P.O.V
I ran as fast as my legs could take me. I finally made my way out of the woods, and doubled over, trying to catch my breath. I spun round to thank Marcel, but he wasn't there. I frantically searched the area, expecting him to jump out at me, and start laughing. But that never happened. Harry must have him. Oh no. Without thinking, I darted back into the woods, dodging every tree I came upon. I had to help him. I don't care if Harry gets me, I would rather be in there than Marcel. Poor Marcel. I hope he's ok. Harry better not have done anything to him.
I arrived to the little wooden shack, and noticed Harry's van had gone. Bonus. I ran round the back, to the window I had escaped out of. I jiggled the window, but it wouldn't budge. Harry must've locked it. I peered through the window, to see Marcel tied to a pipe with handcuffs, looking at his feet. I tapped gently on the window. Marcel's head shot up. His eyes filled with happiness, but that soon changed to fear. He started shaking his head, and waving his hands about, mouthing the word 'no'. I gave him a puzzled look, but shook it off. I had to get him out. I searched around the floor, until I found a brick. I grabbed it, and signalled for Marcel to duck and cover his head. Once he had done so, I threw the brick at the window, which shattered into a million pieces as soon as the brick came into contact with the window. I carefully lowered myself through the window, careful not to cut myself on one of the odd shards sticking out. I had slipped through, and ran towards Marcel.
"No Kyra! Get out of here!" Marcel whispered.
"Why? I'm here to rescue you!" I said, puzzled.
"Harry will get you!" Marcel whisper shouted.
"No, he won't." I smirked.
"Oh, and why's that?" Marcel said, raising his eyebrows.
"He left." I explained.
"Ky it's a trap! Harry's right he-" Marcel was cut off by my muffled screaming. Someone's hand had been place firmly around my mouth. I tried to pull him off, but it was no use. He dragged me over to a wall, with his hand still over my mouth, forcing me to stumble backwards. He pushed my firmly against the wall, and placing his hands around my necks, leaning in so his mouth was placed by my ear.
"Why? Why Kyra? Why did you try and run?" Harry whispered scarily into my ear.
"B-Because you're c-crazy." I spluttered. He put more pressure against my neck, my hands wrapped round his arms, forcing him not to press any harder.
"Silly, silly girl." He whispered. "Now you're going to pay." He smirked.
"Stop it!" Harry released me from his deathly grip. I gasped for air and fell to the ground, weak. He spun round to Marcel.
"Leave her alone!" Marcel yelled bravely.
"Oh, and what you going to do about it?" Harry smirked, walking over to Marcel. He stopped next to Marcel, and loomed over him. "Well?" Harry questioned. Marcel didn't reply. That was rewarded by a heafty kick to Marcel's side. He repeated this action, until I gained enough energy to stand up. I walked slowly over to Harry, and slapped him straight across the face. Harry immediately spun round, and was greeted by my angry eyes. I slapped him again, and again. Harry just stood there. I collapsed on the ground crying, after realising it was no use. I lay there a few minutes, before Harry picked me up. I screamed and pounded my fists against his back. He carried me over to the stairs.

Marcel's P.O.V
I couldn't bear to see her like this. I was too weak and in pain to do anything. I just hid my eyes with my hands. The screams became more muffled and distant, then they stopped. I was relieved, and panicked at the same time. What was he doing to her. Suddenly, a loud eruption of screams and bangs came from upstairs. I dread to think what he was doing to her. We were trapped in this nightmare, with no way out.

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