Calum

"Notorious serial killer, Calum Hood, broke out of Sydney maximum security prison today. People are urged to call the police if he is sighted and to stay away from him. The police stress that he is highly dangerous." The TV spoke as the police sirens blared outside. I lay in bed, trying to get to sleep but not being able to.  Suddenly, my window was slid open. I sat up, seeing someone roll into my room before standing up. I heard the figure chuckle before grabbing me.

"What the-." I was slammed against the wall with his hand around my throat. He smirked as he moved his face closer to mine. My eyes widened as I realised who it was. Calum Hood.

"Hello, baby girl." He smirked. I just looked at him with wide eyes.

"You're...you're..."

"Yes, I'm Calum Hood, that's sort of why I'm here." He chuckled. I gulped as tears pricked my eyes.

"Aww, don't cry, beautiful, I'm not going to kill you." He cooed.

"Why...why not?" I choked.

"I've only just broken out, if I kill as soon as I get out, I'll be caught straight away." He spoke matter-of-factly. I smiled slightly.

"So, you're going to let me go?" I asked hopefully. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Oh, baby, no, not at all." He laughed. My smile faded.

"But you said-."

"I said I wouldn't kill you. I didn't say anything about letting you go." He smirked. I gulped again.

"So...what are y-you going to do t-to me?" I stuttered.

"I'm going to take you with me." He grinned before knocking me over the head, making me collapse into his arms and close my eyes.

Luke

I walked along the street, walking home after a long day at work. I turned down the alleyway but immediately stopped as I saw the man lying on the ground. I ran to him and dropped my bag as I looked at him.

"Sir, can you hear me?" I asked, feeling for a pulse. I gulped as I pulled my fingers away to see them dripping with blood.

"Oh, god." I choked.

"That's right, babe, he's dead." I looked behind me to see a tall blond man smirking at me. I gulped as I looked down at his hand, seeing a bloody knife in his grip. I stood up slowly, raising my hands as I rose up.

"That's it, nice and slowly." He grinned. I gulped as I nodded and kept my hands up.

"Okay, sir, nothing needs to happen here-."

"Oh, well, that's where you're wrong. See, you've just seen me killing someone." He shrugged, walking towards me. I slowly walked backwards, making sure to keep distance between the man and I.

"I didn't see anything, just let me walk away, don't increase the body count-."

"Have you ever been told how cute you are?" he asked.

"Excuse me?" I scoffed, continuing to walk back.

"Just a thought." He shrugged. I gulped as my back hit the wall.

"Ah, ah, I've got you now." He smirked, raising the knife and pressing it into my chin, making me gulp.

"Please, just let me go." I spoke. He studied me for a moment.

"You turned into the alley. What did you see?" he asked.

"I didn't see anything." I gulped, recognising the test. He nodded.

"Good." He smirked, moving the knife away from my neck and making me breath a sigh of relief.

"Oh, and before I forget," he started, turning back around and placing the knife back at my throat.

"If you tell anyone about me, or about what you saw, I will hunt you down and you'll end up like the man you didn't find." He hissed.

"Am I clear?" he spat.

"Crystal." I nodded. He returned it before chuckling.

"Get out of here, princess." He smirked. I didn't have to be told twice as I shot past him and out of the alleyway.

Michael

I opened my eyes as I felt the icy touch of a blade against the skin of my neck. My eyes widened as I slowly turned around to see Michael holding the knife against my neck.

"Don't scream." He spoke quietly. I gulped as I sat up, being cautious that one wrong move could end my life.

"What are you doing here?" I gulped.

"I came to see you." He smiled.

"You can't do that, Michael, you're a fucking serial killer." I hissed.

"So?" he shrugged.

"So, you can't just break out when you see fit, and come see people in the middle of the night." I snapped. He smirked at me, moving the knife so that I was pushed back on the bed as he hovered over me.

"Oh, babe, I can do anything I want." He smirked.

"Why are you here?" I spat.

"I came to see how you are doing. I mean, being the girlfriend of a convicted serial killer must be pretty tough." He chuckled.

"You don't know the half of it." I spat. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Don't you get it, Y/N?" he hissed.

"Get what?" I asked.

"If I were to move this knife right now, you'd be dead within a minute. You'd drown in your own blood. Yet, I'm keeping you alive. I'm not taking your life and you know how easy it is for me to do that." He spoke, making me sigh.

"Michael, I don't care. I love you but you can't do this. You can't keep killing whenever you feel like it." I spoke. His grip on the knife tightened.

"You knew that that would make me angry. You knew I might kill you for saying that, so why did you say it?" he spat.

"Because I know you won't kill me." I mumbled. His face softened and he moved the knife away slowly. He quickly stood from my bed and headed back towards my window.

"Stay safe, babe. Wait for me." He spoke. I sighed.

"Always." I nodded, giving him a small smile. He returned it before climbing out of the window and disappearing into the night.

Ashton

I woke up and groaned at the migraine that was eating away at my head. I opened my eyes and they widened. I gulped as I saw my hands tied with rope and that I was in an unknown room. Tears started to prick my eyes.

"Good, you're awake." I looked up to see Ashton stood over me with a gun in his hands.

"What...what are you d-doing?" I stuttered. He sighed.

"I'm sorry, Y/N...I don't want to do this, but I have to." He mumbled.

"Do what, Ash?" I asked, making him groan.

"I have to kill you." He sighed. My eyes widened.

"What? No, you don't have to kill me-."

"You don't get it." He spat. I gulped.

"You know about me. You know what I've done, who I've killed. If the police were to come knocking at your door, you could tell them how many people I've killed, where I've buried them and what all of their names were." He spoke, walking the length of the room. I shook my head.

"You know I would never do that to you-."

"And you know I can't take the risk." He cut me off. I bit my lip and nodded, trying to hold back the tears as I accepted my fate.

"Okay. I get it. Just do one thing for me." I spoke. He looked at me expectantly.

"Make it quick." I choked. He sighed and nodded before raising the gun and pointing it at my head. I smiled gently at him.

"Goodbye, Ashton." I whispered before closing my eyes.

Before I knew it, Ashton grabbed my wrists. I opened my eyes to see him cutting my wrists free. I smiled at him and opened my mouth to speak.

"Don't." he muttered. I nodded as he let my wrists go. I put my hand on his cheek, making him look at me. I leant up and gently pecked his lips.

"Thank you." I whispered. He nodded before pulling me up.

"Go." He muttered. I went to the door and unlocked it before looking back at him.

"Go. Now." He spoke. I gave him a small smile.

"Thank you." I spoke before leaving quickly.