Redamancy

(n.) the act of knowing the one who loves you; a love returned in full

Niall's P.O.V

AT THE BANK

The warm night air hugged my skin. The group hid in the shadows across the road from the run down bank.

Everyone raised their guns beside their head, ready and armed.

"Let's go." Dakota nodded, before walking off with Ashton. Calum and I made our way into the bank, turning right away from the rest of the group.

"You could have gone with Michael and Luke, you know? I can handle myself." I whispered to Calum, peeking around a nearby corner.

"Dude, you were literally just stabbed like, a thousand times. I don't even know how you're walking."

"High pain threshold." I shrugged, smirking a little. These guys were kinda cool and Calum was definitely my favourite. He was awkward and honest and funny.

We continued to manoeuvre our way through the bank. Ashton and Dakota were checking the perimeter of the bank and Michael and Luke had gone to the left to search the other side of the inside.

As we crept further and further into the bank, the stench of dust overwhelmed me. We turned a corner into a corridor, a single door standing at the end.

An old, wooden sign hung on the door. 'Welcome' it read.

Calum and I look at each other before creeping to the door.

With a nod from me, Calum swung the door open.

The room was filled with shadows. One stream of light filtered in through a small window high up on a wall. Dust particles danced through the air in the light, swirling around a single being in the centre of the room.

It was a chair, with a girl slumped on it. She faced away from us with her hand bound behind her back. The cable ties dug into her wrists, leaving shallow wounds along their edges.

Her hair hung in greasy knots down her back but the room was too dark to see if it was Charlotte. I'm sure it was.

"Charlotte?" Calum's voice cut the eerie silence that encircled the room.

I shot him a look. Her head hung low, not responding to his dumb call.

"Not quite." A voice speaks from the shadow, sending Calum into the air slightly in fear. Heels click as the mysterious figure emerged from her sanctuary.

Her thick braid travelled down over her shoulder, swaying as she leant down onto the chair arms. The light cascaded over her face, revealing her identity.

"Damn." Calum whispered, eyeing Rhiannon's curved figure.

"Ready to meet your liberators?" Rhiannon smirked before gripping the ends of the arms of the chair. The legs bumped along the mouldy carpet floor as she moved the chair around to face us, ripping more dust particles into the air.

Her hair was short, thick and black and hung over her face. But it wasn't Charlotte.

Rhiannon smirked, gripping the hair by her scalp and yanking her head upwards to reveal her face.

"Damn." Calum whispered again, taking in Daya's injuries.

Bruises and welts covered her face with eyes sunken into her skull. Dried blood leaked from her lip and lined the hair line of her scalp.

Rhiannon leant confidently against Daya, resting her hands harshly down on her shoulders.

A yelp of pain escapes Daya's chapped lips.

"Shh shh shh." Rhiannon hushed the injured girl.

Calum and I stayed quiet, watching Daya be tormented by the woman. I still couldn't believe it was Daya not Charlotte. But I was thankful. Horrible, I know, but Daya was horrible to Lillian and Charlotte was an angel.

"So, Covarde," the word rolled off her tongue with a flare, "have you come to turn yourself?"

"You wish." Calum laughed at her question.

With a sigh, I placed my gun on the floor.

"Actually, yes." I stood back up straight with my hands held defensively beside my head.

I hear Calum gasp as Rhiannon cocks a brow, a smirk toying on her lips.

"Good choice." She nodded in approval at the gun and I kick it over to her. She catches it impressively under her foot.

The smirk lingers on her lips as she turns her head towards the shadows to her left. She jerks her head towards me and out of the darkness emerges two males. One was Liam and the other was another member of The League, Louis. How many of these guys did they bring to come get me? I'm one person, chill guys.

I slowly dropped to my knees, Calum watching with his mouth agape. But he didn't protest.

The two men stormed over, grabbing me harshly by the elbows. They dragged me to where Daya sat, crumpled and still.

I looked at Calum, confusion written all over his face. Once I was on the ground, Rhiannon and the men glared at him.

He hurriedly stepped back slightly, raising his gun in the air in defence before placing it on the ground. The three seemed satisfied with his fear and turned away from him.

I faced Daya but she faced Calum. And I was thankful; I swore I'd be sick if I saw her injuries. Two more men suddenly appeared out of the blackness behind me. They were men I knew.

One was enormously tall with outstandingly curly hair. He didn't look like an assassin. But I knew he was.

The other was shorter but with a look that could kill. Now he could be an assassin. But I knew he wasn't.

At first I thought he was bald and had to resist the urge to laugh. But his dark hair just blended with the shadows of the room.

They held daggers in their fists and joined the triangle formation behind Rhiannon.

"Now, let Daya go." I demanded my voice thick with uncertainty.

"We're people of our word." I scoffed at that.

Rhiannon whipped a small knife from her sock and sliced the ties from Daya's wrists. The two men gripped her under arms and threw her at Calum's feet.

A hearty groan escaped Rhiannon's lips. Calum looked at her with empathy, manoeuvring his legs for her to lean against.

"Your turn, Covarde." Rhiannon announces, watching me with greedy eyes.

"Now hang on a minute. Can't we organise some sort of truce? I suggest-"

"I suggest you shut up." Liam shut down Calum's nervous stuttering.

Calum looks at me with scared eyes. A look I was suppressing at that moment.

With her signature smirk, Rhiannon turns the chair to face me.

"Traga ela."

The two new men walk confidently to the shadows.

Before I see her, I recognised her whimper of fear.

They dragged Lillian to the chair and shoving her in harshly.

Her face was stained with sweat and tears. But other than that, she didn't seem injured.

"Lillian," my voice croaks, "what are you doing with her?" I turned to Rhiannon. Pure rage flowed around my body and through my words.

"We found her lurking around outside, trying to get in. She obviously came for the show, so we figured we'd give her front row seats."

Lillian's breaths are short and shallow. I wished to just go over there and comfort her. If that was my last dying action, I'd be ecstatic.

Her hair was slicked back into a sleek ponytail and she wore all black, like a spy from a cheesy movie.

"I see you dressed for the occasion." I joked through the tears streaming down my face. Lillian released a loud laugh/sob.

My vision blurred but I kept my eyes on her.

Because, as I realised these would be my last breaths on Earth, I loved her.

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