Notorious
The devil in disguise
*HARRY POV*
I could barely open my eyes, they were so swollen and bruised. Forcing them open does not make much difference as the room I am in is dark, one light bulb hang above me fails to illuminate the entire room. I try to move my hands and feet but they are bound to the wooden chair I am sat on. In the distance I can see a flight of stairs and a door at the top.
Turning my head, I can see something in the corner of the room, I squint my eyes to focus. A person, who's face I cannot see, is sat on a metal crate and spinning a knife in between there fingers with such skill and precision. Tattoos crawled up the figures arms in bright colours and the dreaded ink danced in the darkness.
"…hello" I try to speak but my voice is practically non existent, escaping my mouth at a crackle due to the dehydration, I don't know how long I've been out for but I really need water.
The figure began to approach me and is revealed to be a boy around my age. With tan skin and dark hair with a blonde streak through it. He cupped my face roughly and placed the knife to my throat, his hands shaking uneasily, as if he was being forced to act this way and it was not something he wanted to do.
"You, erm.. You aren’t gonna scream are you? They’ll kill me if they find out I didn’t gag you" his voice was much calmer than his appearance sounding gently and caring.
"I won’t…I won’t scream, but who are you? Where am I?" He released his grip and put the knife in his pocket.
"I’m Zayn, an-"
"Zayn! I said don’t talk to him" a familiar female voice echoed throughout the room, the stairs creaked as she made her way downstairs. "Get your ass upstairs, I’ll deal with him." Zayn gave me a sympathetic smile and retreated upstairs. The girl started to approach me, and as her face came into the light I recognised her. Kay looked so dark, evil but sexy, she truly was the devil in disguise.
"Hello Harry" she pulled up a stool to sit across from me and then pulled out a gun, the same gun she won at the party and began tapping it with her long fingernails. I felt sweat begin to appear on my forehead, I'm not sure whether the sight of Kay or the sight of the gun was making me nervous. Although she clearly wanted to kill me, Kay fascinated me, I just remember the first time I saw her and I knew I had to know everything about her. I cleared my throat, deciding to be brave.
"Why do they call you fire?" She looked up, into my eyes and I became intrigued by hers, they were amazing.
"I think I’m suppose to ask the questions here" Kay stated bluntly
"Please, tell me" she sighed as if showing defeat, biting her lip in uncertainty.
"Okay if I answer your question, you better answer mine, got it?" I nodded eagerly in agreement.
"When I first got into fighting, I didn’t go for the weakest girls I went for the toughest and there was this one girl, Stacy, best fighter in town, and I challenged her, no one knew who I was, just some crazy 17 year old with a death wish-" she smiled in amusement. "-but I won. However, when I was fighting her, it was like i wasn’t in control anymore, someone took over, next thing I knew Liam was dragging me off her screaming in my ear"
"Like the other fight?" She nodded
"A well known gangster back then, Chris, he helped Liam control me, I was trying to break free and get at her again. He looked into my eyes and backed away, like he was terrified, Liam chucked me into the back of his car and went to help Stacy. Chris was always scared of me after that, Liam asked him why and apparently he said that when he looked into my eyes he just saw flames, he told Liam my eyes were like windows to the fiery pits of hell, and then everyone started calling me Fire"
"What happened to Stacy?" She looked down, with sorrow in her eyes, I didn’t need the answer, I knew. I never thought someone so beautiful could cause so much destruction and pain, Kay was a beautiful monster, and I was right to fear her, but I didn't want to stay away.
*KAY POV*
I stood up, ” My turn Styles” I said and pointed the gun directly between his eyes, clicking the safety off “What is Victor up to and why did he send you after me?” A look of confusion and fear flashed across his face.
"Wait what, how do you know my dad?" And that’s when I realised, he is completely oblivious, he doesn’t even know his own dad is a gang banger.
I could barely open my eyes, they were so swollen and bruised. Forcing them open does not make much difference as the room I am in is dark, one light bulb hang above me fails to illuminate the entire room. I try to move my hands and feet but they are bound to the wooden chair I am sat on. In the distance I can see a flight of stairs and a door at the top.
Turning my head, I can see something in the corner of the room, I squint my eyes to focus. A person, who's face I cannot see, is sat on a metal crate and spinning a knife in between there fingers with such skill and precision. Tattoos crawled up the figures arms in bright colours and the dreaded ink danced in the darkness.
"…hello" I try to speak but my voice is practically non existent, escaping my mouth at a crackle due to the dehydration, I don't know how long I've been out for but I really need water.
The figure began to approach me and is revealed to be a boy around my age. With tan skin and dark hair with a blonde streak through it. He cupped my face roughly and placed the knife to my throat, his hands shaking uneasily, as if he was being forced to act this way and it was not something he wanted to do.
"You, erm.. You aren’t gonna scream are you? They’ll kill me if they find out I didn’t gag you" his voice was much calmer than his appearance sounding gently and caring.
"I won’t…I won’t scream, but who are you? Where am I?" He released his grip and put the knife in his pocket.
"I’m Zayn, an-"
"Zayn! I said don’t talk to him" a familiar female voice echoed throughout the room, the stairs creaked as she made her way downstairs. "Get your ass upstairs, I’ll deal with him." Zayn gave me a sympathetic smile and retreated upstairs. The girl started to approach me, and as her face came into the light I recognised her. Kay looked so dark, evil but sexy, she truly was the devil in disguise.
"Hello Harry" she pulled up a stool to sit across from me and then pulled out a gun, the same gun she won at the party and began tapping it with her long fingernails. I felt sweat begin to appear on my forehead, I'm not sure whether the sight of Kay or the sight of the gun was making me nervous. Although she clearly wanted to kill me, Kay fascinated me, I just remember the first time I saw her and I knew I had to know everything about her. I cleared my throat, deciding to be brave.
"Why do they call you fire?" She looked up, into my eyes and I became intrigued by hers, they were amazing.
"I think I’m suppose to ask the questions here" Kay stated bluntly
"Please, tell me" she sighed as if showing defeat, biting her lip in uncertainty.
"Okay if I answer your question, you better answer mine, got it?" I nodded eagerly in agreement.
"When I first got into fighting, I didn’t go for the weakest girls I went for the toughest and there was this one girl, Stacy, best fighter in town, and I challenged her, no one knew who I was, just some crazy 17 year old with a death wish-" she smiled in amusement. "-but I won. However, when I was fighting her, it was like i wasn’t in control anymore, someone took over, next thing I knew Liam was dragging me off her screaming in my ear"
"Like the other fight?" She nodded
"A well known gangster back then, Chris, he helped Liam control me, I was trying to break free and get at her again. He looked into my eyes and backed away, like he was terrified, Liam chucked me into the back of his car and went to help Stacy. Chris was always scared of me after that, Liam asked him why and apparently he said that when he looked into my eyes he just saw flames, he told Liam my eyes were like windows to the fiery pits of hell, and then everyone started calling me Fire"
"What happened to Stacy?" She looked down, with sorrow in her eyes, I didn’t need the answer, I knew. I never thought someone so beautiful could cause so much destruction and pain, Kay was a beautiful monster, and I was right to fear her, but I didn't want to stay away.
*KAY POV*
I stood up, ” My turn Styles” I said and pointed the gun directly between his eyes, clicking the safety off “What is Victor up to and why did he send you after me?” A look of confusion and fear flashed across his face.
"Wait what, how do you know my dad?" And that’s when I realised, he is completely oblivious, he doesn’t even know his own dad is a gang banger.
Notes
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