Trigger Warnings: Drug use, death & violence. Please read with caution<3

When Rin leaves, it's a grand struggle to return to sleep. I kept tossing and turning, shifting positions on the mattress but nothing welcomed me with open arms besides Rin and that Zayn.

My legs kicked up into the air, trying to get the blanket off my body and it took a few moments of fighting with the inescapable thing for me to finally be free of it.

Lazily, I made my way into the bathroom to do my business and after I shrugged on an outfit over my boxers, consisting of a blank tank top over red pants that's been chopped off at the knees. Refusing to leave my bedroom under any kind of mess, I steal an extra few minutes to make the bed, fold and pack away some of the clothes and return items on the dresser to their precise locations. Satisfied when I was finished, I made my way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

There's another thought that rolled me out of bed. One that I had a good time ignoring for the few time I have been awake but the longer my eyes remained open, the longer the idea plagued my thoughts. If I'm honest, it's been lurking at the back of my mind for some time now.

Sliding into the chair that's around the table, with a steaming cup of tea on the surface, I'm propped with my elbows on the table and phone in my hand. My fingers quickly flew over the keyboard, ripping the bandaid off. Since I got off the bed, this idea has been moving back and forth in my mind and I finally came to a conclusion, refusing to just rip the bandaid off before an opportunity is given to change my mind.

Surprisingly, my phone vibrates on the table less than two minutes later. I carefully returned the cup to the table, grasping my phone once again. My bottom lip rolls until it's trapped between my rows of teeth, eyes glancing across the words of Niall's response.

He's on board with my idea. In fact, he's already on his way. I sighed, leaving him on read while I finished my cup of tea, allowing each sip to settle the bubbling thoughts in my mind. I made other phone calls, setting arrangements in place including making my way into the storage closet at the back of my house for the stack of folded boxes.

I can't believe this is happening. It doesn't hit me when I leave supplies at the house, it doesn't settle in when I'm given twenty minutes to myself in thoughts. The fact doesn't even sink in when Niall arrives.

When he's here, and I push open my front door, the driver of the moving truck occupies the driveway next door already. The driver already indicated he won't be helping no matter how much money is offered in bribery but that was fine with us. The driveway in front of me too is occupied. Niall leaves his van there, hesitantly strolling to me with a smile plastered across his face.

"Are you ready for this?" he wonders. He's dressed for the task with a white shirt stretched across his chest and around his biceps, pairing it with a loose pair of dark drawstring pants and comfortable shoes tied with shoe laces.

His eyes are squinted, and beams of sunlight shine directly into his gaze as he meets me across the lawn. I'm no longer in my home, I'm standing at the house next door. "Yeah, I think so. You were here for the beginning of this, only right you're here for the end of it," I answered honestly, shrugging my shoulders and the small smile traitorously made its way onto my face.

I'm more than ready to close this chapter of my life now that I have everything I need to begin the next chapter.

Niall and I both exhaled exaggerated sighs and pushed our feet forward, strolling into the house.

What's left of the house next door is a broken down version of the full potential that we made it have. Together, Niall and I built the interior of this house into exactly what we needed to carry out our operations, for Death Hood to carry out his operations.

A lot of it was removed after Rin discovered this place and after I had zero reasons to continue Death Hood's purpose. There's a stack of boxes, thinly unfolded together with two rolls of tape on top of them. What's left of it is about to be packed up and gone.

"Let's get to work," Niall states, eyes drifting across the room. I bent down, grabbed the first box and kept strolling deeper into the house, entering one of the bedrooms.

One by one, we tackled a room together. All of it gets tucked into boxes, fragile items being settled among clouds of foam, tiny enough to resemble peanuts. Ordinary things were filled into the cardboard confinement until the weight became too much.

The tape is rolled over the cardboard folds, trapping them together and sealing what's hidden inside. Every single possession that once was held inside this house was soon in a brown box and ready to be hauled into the truck I had called over.

By the time we were completed, the sound of a vehicle screeching from the brakes being pressed peaked my interest especially since it was awfully close. Furrowing my brows, I dropped the thick roll of tape onto one of the boxes. The heavy steps of Niall's follow behind me as we strolled out the door.

"Oh!" Niall says the exaggerated sound as if he had suddenly remembered something. My eyes settled on my driveway where the familiar vehicle occupies my driveway. Just then, the passenger door is shoved open, along with the drivers. He shuts his car door, and walks across the lawn. "I brought helpers, if you didn't mind, to help move the boxes," Niall mentions.

"If he doesn't mind? We practically demanded to be here," Eddie scoffs, his face breaking out into a small smile that uncontrollably tugs on his lips. Finley pushes Eddie out of the way, bolting towards me somewhere between a fast walk and a slow run.

"You made me so worried!" Finley shouts with such a scolding tone, and my body is shoved back into the house on the impact of him clutching my body to his. My resistance isn't there as much as it usually would be, allowing him to hug the life out of me for a few seconds before I inevitably shake him off.

"For a second he wanted you to be Death Hood, you know," Eddie shares, stepping into the house as well. As we parted, Finley's cheeks resembled the red blooms of roses. "Oh, really?" I replied with interest, peering at him who nodded his head. "Thought our lives were about to get interesting!" He defends, rolling his eyes. "But no, you're as boring as ever."

"Are you insulting me?" Genuinely confused, my eyebrows furrowed deeply because if he wanted to, I'd gladly tell him all the reasons my life isn't as boring as I make him claim. "No! No, I'll be the interesting one of all of us," he grins, the corner of his eyes crinkling.

"Are you for real okay, though? That seemed intense, the whole false accusations and arresting thing," Eddie cuts in, eyes intently looking at me. "Yeah, was a breeze. My dad came back just in time, I suppose," my throat clears, nodding my head with my gaze never breaking from his. Eddie smiles, it's small but genuine.

"Good. Now, let's get to work, boys," he claps his hands together, encouraging us to get a move on. "Wait, is your neighbour paying us for clearing out his house?" Finley questions, furrows forming between his eyebrows when they tugged together. "No! He's a retiring man," I excused and well, it's technically not a lie.

Eddie and Finley walk ahead, strolling deeper into the living room, Niall and I following soon after him. I can't explain why or how but my heart seems very happy that he did this, I had to stop ignoring how much I value the friendship between these two guys.

The four of us took all of the boxes, one by one, into the back of the truck. From here, the driver will take the boxes to a warehouse where they will be safely put away and I highly doubt any of it would be put to use any time ever again. At least, not by me.

It takes a shorter amount of time than it would have with Niall and I. It's less of a burden too, considering with those two guys nothing can seem like a chore, they brought uplifting energy with them. I'll forever be grateful to Remi for introducing me to them.

"Hey, where's Remi?" I asked Niall as we were strolling into the house. She and Rin are the only ones missing here. Sadness floods into Niall's eyes and he shrugs his shoulders. "Busy taking time to forgive me, I suppose," he bitterly answered and his eyes met mine. "We talked about everything recently and I think we will be okay, she asked for some space today which caught me off guard but I'll respect it."

I hummed, my head nodding and I made a mental note for Rin and me to give her a call later.

The truck is loaded and drives off, Finley waving at it like a madman and the driver honks his horn in goodbye. Considering we all have sweat dripping down the side of our faces and our shirts clinging to our backs because of the very same thing, I made them stick around.

The house is locked up, the key slipped into my pocket and we're all walking to my home once more. Eddie helps out, grabbing glasses and pouring blocks of ice in them. We both poured soda into the ice, Niall and Finley preferring orange juice and were settled around the kitchen counter.

"You know, if you were this Death Hood guy, that would be pretty badass," Finley mumbles, the ice swishing around in his glass as he stirred it around. "And also pretty illegal which...isn't a good way to go?" Eddie gathers, inputting his logic that Finley seems to lack. Wonder how he'd react if I told him he just helped pack up the place Death Hood was created in.

"Yeah! But the illegal way is the fun way!" Finley points out, wiggling his eyebrows above his suggestive pair of eyes that were perfectly lined darkly. "Says the man that acts as if he'd get charged for killing a fly," I muttered with amusement. "Exactly!" Eddie eggs on.

"Okay, well. It's good to imagine sometimes. Plus, none of you are aware of how wild I can get at college parties. With that being said, you're free to join me at the next one," Finley brings his cup to his lips. "Absolutely not, never happening. Keep dreaming," Niall denies without hesitation, Eddie and I nodding our heads correspondingly.

"Whatever," Finley huffs, rolling his eyes. The remainder of their drinks are finished, and the glasses are taken into the sink by me. Eddie sits up, sliding his finger through his car keys that were left on the marble surface. "Let's get going," he says.

Niall nods his head. "Yeah, should get going too. Gonna try to make dinner reservations and hope Remi can come with me," he mumbles and I swear it's like she's always on his mind, intertwined with every thought he has.

Considering Eddie's car blocks Niall's van from leaving, they both leave first. Finley has his head stuck out of the window, his arm waving into the air goodbye to us while Eddie speeds off. Niall lingers with me, the tension thickening between us and suddenly, I become so awkwardly aware of his presence. My head turned to face him, eyes falling on the most trusted soul by me at one point in time.

"Are we good?" He hesitantly asks, behind his eyes so bare for the emotions to be unleashed through them. My eyes lowered, considering his question for a moment.

"Not perfectly but...we'll get there," I say, dragging my eyes back up to his to experience the relief that soars through the blues of his skies. Or at least a close version of that we will get in one day. Niall smiled, nodding his head and I watched as he turned around and made his way to his van.

I watched as he drove off until he swung left and out of my vision. I stepped off my patio, back into my house and was about to shut my front door when I glimpsed a familiar vehicle driving towards my house and my hand paused from shutting the door.

Having the grand of timing, the sight of my father's Range Rover tugs the heartstrings of my heart. It's such a nostalgic sight, one that I'm so grateful that it isn't trapped in the past and instead, here in the present and the future.

His vehicle replaces Niall and he barely waits a second after killing the engine that he's stepping out. "Dad, hey. Everything alright?" I wondered, my heart beginning to hammer at the unfortunate possibilities and I pushed the door further open. His soft eyes settled on me as he stepped closer.

"Just wanted to come by and see how you two were doing," he shares. Oh. His curious eyes glanced behind me in search of my lady. "Rin isn't home but I think she's handling it well. You don't have to worry about her," I replied with honesty. He smiles at my words, eyes settling on me once again.

"I had the feeling. And how are you, son?" His head tilts slightly. My eyes fall somewhere lower than his eyes, considering his question. "I'm good. Happy," my shoulder shrugs in its honesty. That question no longer held any weight for me, the truthful response could easily fall off my lips.

"So, is Liam gone?" I asked as we settled into my living room. I know he is but I'm referring to what was left of him. "Parts of him are thrown into the deep ocean, buried under trees, given to the meat shops to feed animals- there's one more..." his eyebrows furrowed, forming deep lines in between them as he found concentration. "Ah, burnt a few parts with him in fire and in chemicals," he grins, recalling all of it.

"Hope you had fun with that, we won't be doing something like that hopefully for a very, very long time," I tell him, meaning every word with a hopeful tone. "Hm, yes. We're both officially retired as of today," he agreed. More than he knows since I quite literally packed up Death Hood into boxes and sent him off. "Is there any more news?"

"Uh, no, not really. Oh, I think I have a name for the company. Yasir finally no longer has any possession or rights over it," he proudly shares and that's a big relief. "Because the name is the most important part!" I agreed. He probably doesn't have anything else planned for it.

"Exactly!" My dad matched my energy and then we both sobered up. "How does Styles Synthetics sound?"

My lips pursed as I studied the name in my head. "Rolls of the tongue quite nicely," I hummed, nodding my head. "More than Spooky Silhouettes?" He smirks. I scoffed, staring at him as if he was a madman for that assumption. "Never in a million years," I stated flatly.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he brushes off, not even bothering to hold a debate because my mind would never change. "Okay, I'll get going. Promised your mother I'd buy her a Swiss roll from the bakery and she'll have my head if I let it sell out," he sighs.

I grinned, my chest feeling so warm because I'm so happy I have my family back. We can have a sense of normalcy once more in full reconnection, the baggage of our past can be left somewhere far, far away.

My head nodded and we both turned, walking to the door. His arms hold me in a short hug, heavy palm patting me on the back firmly before releasing me. He strolled off to his car and I stood at the edge of my patio, eyes never leaving him.

"Tell Esrin I stopped by and asked for her, yeah? You two are welcome to come over for lunch tomorrow! We'll give her a tour of the house," he shares, eyes sparkling with excitement and I couldn't help but admit how contagious that was. "We'll be there," my head nods, confirming the promise.

"Take care, Harry," he waves me off, settling behind the wheel and the door slams shut behind him. Dad drove off and I felt the relief of shutting my door. Finally, I can find my phone that's sitting somewhere inside my bedroom and text or call Rin, anything to hear from her because well, I can't go long without her.

Just as my eyes locked on the sight of my bedroom door, there were heavy knocks pounding on the wooden surface of my front door. Nope. I didn't hear a thing. My legs unfroze, brushing the sound aside and taking a step towards my room again. Of course, the person outside my house had to remind me of their presence, knocking on the door again.

My eyes are drilling holes through it, glaring at the damn thing partly because of four visitors for the day, seriously? But also, I wonder who that can be. Surely, Rin wouldn't return since she insisted on making dinner at the Penthouse and neither would she be knocking on the front door.

I sighed, my feet tapping against the floor as I strolled to the front door. My fingers twisted the several locks and tugged the door open, revealing a familiar face behind the door. Definitely not who I was expecting.

"Louis," my eyebrows furrowed, cluelessly staring at the lad. Both of his hands are clasped over his knees while he pants, back hunched over. He's dressed in running shorts paired with a thick sweater, the appropriate wear of colourful running sneakers over his feet.

A glistening sweat glosses over his skin, beads skating down the sides of his face. I've never seen him with a cap on but there's the first time for everything since he currently wears a dark one on his head. Bad hair day, I suppose or to shield the light from the run he's clearly been on.

"Hey, man," there's a blindingly beaming smile across his face; however, it's not too blinding since I recognised the sarcastic edge of his lips. His eyes can barely stay open, looking at me through one eye as if all of his body functions were mostly pooled into regulating his breathing.

"Esrin isn't here," I tell him, eyes scanning his face subtly. "Oh," he barely reacts. "Well, considering you're taking care of the payments for her Jeep, Wouldn't mind talking to you about it since I ran all the way here. Mind if I come in?" he shrugs, putting the analogy so simply that I don't have any reason to not let him inside.

"Louis, you live like thirty minutes away," my eyebrows furrowed and now that I've said it out loud, I guess a thirty minute run doesn't sound that bad. "Yeah, it was a great workout. How do you think I stay in shape?" He states in an 'as a matter of fact' tone.

"Now, can I come in and get a glass of water, please? You're gonna see me panting like a dog and not offer me?" He accuses playfully. "Oh!" It suddenly hit me that yes, I should do that.

The door pushes open and his smile widens impossibly more before he straightens up and lifting his right foot forward to the left, steps inside. The door closes and I walk towards the kitchen, his steps shadowing me behind.

Louis follows me inside the kitchen, his tired body leaning on the Kitchen countertop with his eyebrows propped on the marble surface. "Water or juice?" I asked, halting in the middle of the kitchen. "Water, please. In a glass," he answers sweetly and following his request, I grabbed a glass from the set.

Spinning around, I threw open my fridge door, purposely keeping my eyes off the stash of Reese's cups before I was tempted. My hand wraps around a cold bottle of water, twisting the cap to break the seal. Tilting the bottle over the rim of the glass, the cold water pours into it and Louis stares at it basically drooling. He grabbed the glass away from me, snatching it, not even a second after it was filled.

"You're not having a glass with me?" He paused, furrowing his eyebrows. I sighed, realising a glass of water wouldn't hurt anyone. However, that didn't sound too appealing so I grabbed the carton of orange juice from the fridge.  A wave of Deja vu rocks through me from not that long ago when I got juice for Niall and Finley.

Acquiring a tall glass of my own, the orange juice pours into the glass. My back turns and Louis is gobbling the glass of water, the repetitive sound of him gulping meeting my ear. My eyes turned towards him after the juice was returned to the fridge and a drop of water had just escaped his lips, skating down the side of his mouth and his neck before Louis swiped his hand at it.

"Can I get a refill?" He blurts out. I grinned, finding it all amusing since he's dramatic enough with a look like he's about to collapse in death if he doesn't have another glass soon. I grabbed the glass from him, filling up the remainder of the water for him.

Louis drinks this glass of water at a normal pace that matches the way I drank the juice. When it was halfway done, I assumed he'd probably be in the mood to get straight into this. "So, what's the matter?" I broke the silence. My question seems to fly across his head, Louis rubbing his palms together whilst his eyes drift around different parts of the open space of my home since it's an open space.

"That's not the important question here," Louis calmly replies, his eyes slowly landing on me once more and a corner of his narrow lips tugged upwards uncontrollably. My eyebrows hooded over my eyes furrowed, lips parting in confusion yet I managed to ask," What do you mean? What is the important question?"

"No, it isn't," Louis denies and there's been a major shift within his aura, I can feel it in the thick tension swarming around us. There's so much unfamiliarity in the man that stands before me but that shouldn't make sense since I know him, right? "The important question that I would like to know is, how did you do it?" He revealed. A curious twinkle dances in his eyes and he tilts his head, patiently waiting for a response.

I swear I saw the exact motion of him tilting his head happened twice, my eyes began blinking to clear up my vision. "How did I do what?" The uneasiness creeps in like a slow fog in my mind and my hands clutched the edge of the counter to steady myself.

"Kill Liam. How did you do it?"

Suddenly, my mind feels distant, thoughts not as easily accessible as they were a few minutes ago. Registering what he's said takes longer than it should've. I inhaled sharply, the hinge of my jaw flexing as I clenched down on my teeth. My hands are already rolling into fists, still healing cuts from Niall lingering lightly across my knuckles.

"Come on, Harry. Don't be so surprised," Louis smiles with amusement and I couldn't wait to force it off his pathetic face. "You really didn't think Liam was doing this on his own, did you?" He wonders.

His ocean eyes were so alluring.

With the calmness and warmth that it provided.

Drawing you in.

Yet below the surface, danger lurks.

My eyes blinked and my vision before the act was much clearer, head spinning by the time my eyes fluttered open so quickly after. Delusional thoughts filled my mind as much as they may pollute, gathering my strengths to remain grounded.

"It's starting to hit you, yeah? No worries, you'll be knocked out in five minutes, tops," his shoulders shrugged. My fuzzy eyes dropped to the half drank glass of juice. I registered his words, realising the reason behind the surge of fuzzy feelings I was currently trapped under was because he did something to my juice, possibly in the one of few times I had my back turned towards him.

"Couldn't handle all of me so you drugged me?" I chuckled," What a little bitch." That's not going to stop me. I won't let it. Mother of hell, how did I let that happen? That thought is simply brushed aside because there are more important things that are blinding.

"You're a fucking snitch? You've been working with Liam this entire time?" The words escape with venom laced with each letter, my hands coiling into fists at my sides. "Such a bright bulb, you are," Louis muses, mindlessly tracing the rim of the glass in front of him using the tip of his finger.

"She trusted you," I spat, my jaw shaking in anger- I think. "I know! That's the point!" He stated and his entire smug face lights up when the grin slowly forms on his face. A wave surged across the shores of my body and my feet had to firmly plant into the floor unless I would have stumbled back. Focus, Harry.

"Don't paint him as innocent, Louis. You know the fucked up shit he did- he can't come back from that," and I made sure he won't come back from that, ever again but I'm certain mentioning that won't come across well.

"I don't fucking care, okay? He was a brother to me! You had no right to take him away from me! From us!" The cord along the side of his neck protrudes as he raises his voice aggressively, every muscle tense below his angry red skin.

"From us?" I repeated, furrowing my eyebrows. The smug bastard smirked wickedly, shoulders at ease with his head held high because in this situation, he holds the upper hand and that much is emphasised when he replies.

"Times up, Harry."

The gun slid out from where Louis had tucked it underneath the band of his shorts and it was so well hidden by his thick hoodie. The sight is so wrong, even under this light, Louis Tomlinson, a person I assumed was as harmful as one can be, holding a deadly weapon, one that's directly aimed at my head.

Good. He came for a fight and I'm sure as hell going to give him one.

"It's been over, it's done. Just leave it be, please? Liam was shitty but he's gone, doing this isn't going to bring him back," I implored with him. Anger boils at my words and I got the message loud and clear that I really do need to shut the fuck up. Especially if I value the heart that's beating in my chest.

"It's not the end until I say it's the end!" He's so filled with infuriation, the mere sight of me pumping his veins with rage, even more, a word that flies out of my mouth. My heart hammers in my chest and whether that be because of the drugs in my system or because Louis once again has the aim of his gun pointed directly at my head, I'm not quite sure.

Exactly what I needed was behind Louis. So patiently, I waited for him to make the first move, moving back and forth in my steps. His eyes narrowed in calculation, eying me with impatience and it was only a certain amount of time that an agitated man like him would snap. 

Louis lunged forward, darting across the side of the kitchen island meanwhile, I darted forward, the opposite side of him, the space maintained between us and my mission is accomplished when we've basically switched sides.

I spun around, immediately facing my kitchen countertop and the destination of my eyes settled on the corner of it. My hand grasps the largest knife out of the entire set displayed on my kitchen countertop. I'm aware of how sharp it is.

I brought a knife to a gunfight.

My head isn't completely on either. Lovely.

"Oh?" The amusement in his voice drips dread through me, not that I'd display it because Louis actually likes the challenge I'm handing to him.

In slow motion, his index finger squeezes down on the trigger, forcefully releasing the bullet and sending it flying in my very direction. My body is barely granted time to process any of it. The bullet sharply sliced through the skin of my arm, grazing me as it darted across the air and embedded into my living room sofa behind us. The burning sensation goes ignored.

"Nice try," I chuckled as my heart wasn't racing beyond its limit right now, my eyes barely could see properly and there were dozens of warning bells ringing through my head that I was about to collapse soon. "You son of a bitch!" The frustrated groan comes from deep within his chest.

Louis rushed forward, launching towards me and everything else be damned, I was rushing out of the kitchen, suddenly feeling confined in the space of my kitchen, it meant a losing battle if I stayed there. The decision clearly wasn't up to me since Louis wasn't having it.

Of course, he was already pinning after me, the gun clutched within both of his hands releasing another bullet that I dodged luckily in time by swerving to the side, and quickly dashing out of the kitchen.

The coordination of Louis surprises me because even though I am well into the fact that Louis clearly isn't who I thought he was, this plot twist is taking me so off guard, I'm struggling to accept it if that even makes sense.

Another bullet gets through my wall just as I dashed past it. He's hot on my trail, definitely, too close since the back of my head knocks forward, bites of pain erupting and with the push of his hands, my step falters and we're shoved to the ground.

He grunts as we tumble to the floor, his scowled edged face floods with determination. The cool press of the tip of the gun meets the middle of my forehead, eyes falling on his finger on the wild trigger and my heart is erratically thrashing around in my chest, barely grasping for breath and I can't help but feel dizzy in it all.

In it all, my fingers remained tight around the handle of the knife. With my other hand, I tousled with him until victory was mine. The gun flies out of Louis' grasp and when his arm wraps around my wrist and the knife slips off my hand and basically flips across away from me, I barely register it.

Most of my attention is focused on the salvaging of my life. Louis' intentions are quite the opposite, wanting to end my life then and there and the risk of my survival becomes more apparent as the minutes are added on.

My head bangs against the edge of the hard floor, enough to crack the tiles, emitting a pain filled groan from my lips. Discomfort and pain edged emotions vividly displayed across my face. Louis' hands are shoving through my hair, grasping on my head just so he can do that all over again.

"Don't worry, Harry. I'll take good care of your Esrin when you're gone," Louis snickers with wicked amusement. "Like hell, you're getting anywhere near her," I spat. Every sense contained in my being was sharpened in accompanied by the waves of adrenaline being poured into my veins.

With both feet planted strong into the ground, legs bent so my knees pointed to the ceiling, I lifted my hips and shoved Louis off me. He tumbled to the side, his body knocking into the feet of my chairs and dining table.

In his momentary weakness, the wheels of my brain are struggling to turn but it's enough that I quickly rose to my feet. Despite the aches that were blossoming across different parts of my body, I ignored the blinding feelings and limped towards his precious gun and my knife, holding both in either hand.

Louis stands as well. This time, with a gun, clutched in my hand and the panic that flashed across the deep blue oceans of Louis' eyes could have been unknown if it weren't for my eyes studying every detail of him. He spins around, ready to bolt for it but my strides are longer than his.

The side of his gun knocks brutally into the side of his head with such power that blood spills. Groans fall off his lips, his body arching and hunching forward in agony. My fingers sunk into his short hair, yanking on the thin strands that whipped his head up in the force. The sharp side of the knife presses into Louis' neck, threatening to sink into his skin but not enough to break the skin. Yet.

"Tell me, what did you think was the plan?" I whispered the words laced with venom. "Thought you'd come here, drug me and shoot me? That's how you planned to get your revenge?" His body is pliant because every time he moves an inch, my pressure hardens on the blade. "This is exactly how your brother died. Throat slit wide open," I mused, unable to help myself.

"You fucker, you!" He screams, fidgeting in my grasp and the knife breaks his skin, trailing an escape drop of blood down his neck. I can't wait for the gush of it all when the knife recreates the motion my father made with Liam.

"Not before we sliced his dick off, of course," I shrugged. It was such a clean cut too, the sharp side of the blade slid down his abdomen in such perfect momentum, exquisitely slicing his entire south region off.

The knife cuts through his skin deeper, emerging at the very tip of it through his skin.  It doesn't get to go through much more than that because Louis knocks his head back, the impact slicing my lip open. The knife is forcefully ripped out of my hands, fingers bent back achingly in the motion and now, Louis holds the knife.

His entire fist is wrapped around the handle, the blade ready to be driven through my abdomen. My fingers wrap around his wrist, twisting until he bawls out in pain and the knife drops to the floor and is kicked accidentally by my foot.

My mind is caught up elsewhere. My hand swings back and then launches forward with a fast speed, knocking my hard fist into the side of his face so that the force is enough to knock his balance off and he's flying backwards.

The satisfaction of the hit was worth the pain that sprouted up my arm from my knuckles. With a few strides, I'm glancing down at Louis, completely at my mercy, so many ways I could end his pathetic being rushing through my mind, excitement fueling like an addictive drug.

I stand over him, arching forward so my fingers can wring into the thick material of his hoodie, my other hand flying back, its harsh destination being his face or any part of him that I may reach. It becomes repetitive, much like a drug when every hit makes you come back for more. All the violent thoughts spinning around my head about how much Rin trusted and loved Louis is rushing and bubbling to the surface and it's so fucking hard to stop.

Blood pools so much that it becomes so hard to distinguish any of his features. At the corner of my eyes, I spot the knife that's waiting for me to grab, however, my eyes are so blinded by the punches being thrown at Louis, ruining his face, making him as destroyed as he has to be on the inside.

Louis is nearing the point where he's grasping his strength after being thrown down the pedestal. The point where he recovers his strength, finding the clear path between all the punches that I am throwing, is one that I couldn't have happened. I refused to lose my upper hand.

So my eyes shift to the knife, hand following its order and stretching ahead for it. My fingers wrapped around the handle of it, returning most of my attention to Louis. My heart comes to a sudden halt, slamming into a thick bricked wall.

The pained and fearful gaze trapped in Louis' eyes has melted away, the coldness of power settling in its place. His fingers are already clutching the grip of the gun, dread freezing me over. The muzzle digs into my chest, awfully close to over that organ protected by my rib cage.

Every speed of movement around us reduces, slowing down. I gasped from a blend of shock and surprise, my eyes widening and the piercing sound rings through my ears and my hand shoves forward.

Holy fuck.

It's over.

This brings a closing to Masked. The Epilogue will be yours next<3