No Control

I didn’t even reach the bathrooms when I saw Niall run out so fast, he fell to his hands and knees. He crawled over to the wall opposite of the bathroom and hugged his knees to his chest. He was still screaming like a four-year old girl, and his pants were still down to where you could see his boxers.

I stopped running when I reached him, and not a minute later I heard a door open down the hall.

“Niall what the hell?” I questioned, looking down at him. His chest was still rising and falling as he breathing was still heavy. His eyes were glued onto the door that led into the boy’s bathroom. Running footsteps from behind me stopped and Harry was beside me not a moment later.

“Niall?” Harry tried to get his attention when he didn’t answer to me, “Why the hell are you screaming like a little bitch?”

I noticed Niall’s stare never left the door to the bathroom, I found my own eyes wandering to it as well, finding nothing out of the ordinary.

“She’s dead man..” Niall finally spoke, “She’s fucking dead.”

“Niall, what the hell are you talking about?” Harry pressed, kneeling down to him.

“She’s fucking dead!” Niall screamed at him. I knelt down next to Harry and put a hand on his knee. Niall’s eyes drifted down to the tan tiled floor, and naturally Harry and I’s followed.

I almost choked on my own saliva as I saw the red liquid seeping out of the crack under the door. I looked at Harry who’s eyes were wide, with his mouth open.

“Shit, man she’s fucking dead.” Niall breathed out, running a hand through his hair, slightly tugging on it.

Harry scanned my face, I could tell we were both silently debating who was going in first. We started moving towards the door at the same time, but he overtook me and reached for the handle first. Right before we were about to walk in, I noticed Mr. Clark now had joined us, and I heard Alyssa’s clicking heels coming closer.

“What in the world?” Mr. Cook spoke, but his voice was distant once Harry had pulled the door open.

My hand flew over my mouth and I instantly felt sick as I stared at the sight before us. A blonde girl was on the bathroom floor, her mouth and eyes were wide open, but life was gone. Her hair was matted with blood, she laid in a puddle of it, there was a long cut stretching across her throat, some blood was still oozing out.

I couldn’t bear to stare at the girl any longer. My eyes were watering over. In a matter of seconds, I felt a presence behind me.

“Fuck, what the hell?” Mr. Clark gasped.

“That is so fucking disgusting.” Harry added, almost gagging. He sprinted out, and I was right on his tail.

“What is it?” Alyssa asked, standing with one hand on her hip, looking between me and Harry. We were both pale, and speaking for only myself, I felt like throwing up. When neither of us answered her, she rolled her eyes and walked into the bathroom herself. A moment later, there was another scream and out she came. “Oh my god! Why would you let me go in there?!”

Ironically, her scream was manlier than Niall’s.

“Who is she?” Harry asks.

“I don’t know, some girl.” Niall answered, “I went in for a piss and I just saw her laying there.”

Mr. Clark came out, and his hands were violently shaking. He ran a hand over his face, and looked around, clearly not knowing what to do.

“What happened to her?” Niall questions.

Mr. Clark shook his head, “That’s Cara McDuff, she’s a year below you guys. I taught her when she was a freshman.”

“Jesus.” Alyssa as usual, gave us an unhelpful comment.

“Her throat was cut. Someone cut her throat.” I said once I finally removed my hand from my mouth.

“Oh my lord!” Alyssa cried. She was literally full on crying now.

“Who the hell goes around cutting people’s throats?” Niall bellowed.

“Whoever put those chains on those doors..” Harry replied. My head shot in his direction and he stared at me dead in the eyes. He was right.. whoever put those chains on the doors is obviously not someone looking for a laugh.

It was someone making sure there was no way we were getting out.

“Oh fucking great! Yeah, just fucking wonderful!” Niall yelled, “I told you all, didn’t I? I said something weird was going on, and I basically got told I was an idiot for not wanting to split up.. You all said splitting up was a great idea, well hats off to you all, it was a genius fucking idea!”

“Niall shut the hell up,” Harry ordered. “We need to go back and find everyone.”

“Yeah, we do, because splitting up was such a great idea!” Niall cut Harry off, and he and Mr. Clark rolled their eyes in response. They didn’t say anything though, probably because he was speaking without thinking considering he was the one that found the body.

“Niall, get up. We need to get to the rest of them and go back into the hall or something.” Mr. Clark said. When Niall didn’t move, he walked up to him and yanked him up by the arm.

“If people listened to me, things would have worked out so much better,” Niall commented as he pulled his pants up. Harry gestured us to follow him up the stairs back to the second floor.

We made it half-way up the stairs when we heard another scream. Instantly, we all ran towards it, making it to the top of the stairs and into some classroom. The rest of the guys were all there, and it was a similar scene to the one downstairs. Liam had a fist in his mouth and Callie and Ms. Roberts were covering their eyes.

Two bodies lay on the floor of the classroom, soaked in blood, with each of their throats slit wide open.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Niall yelled, turning away from the two lifeless boys.

“Oh my lord!” Alyssa cried, I grit my teeth and turned to her.

“If you say ‘oh my lord’ one more time, you’re going to me meeting him very soon.” I seeth. Her ridiculous crying was helping nobody, personally, it was just annoying.

“Well I’m sorry that I’m freaking out that this is these two make the third dead body I have seen in the last five minutes!”

“What? You’ve seen another?” Principal Miles turned to us, and Mr. Clark nodded his head as a response.

“There’s a girl’s body in the bathroom downstairs,” He explained, “We need to get back to the main hall now.”

“Why?” Callie asks.

“Because there is one entrance and one exit to that hall, so we need to sit down and figure out what we are going to do.”

“What do you mean? Do about what?” Ms. Roberts asked. I could see that she was terrified, the poor woman was scared enough to come and try to break up the party.. I can’t imagine how she feels about seeing dead kids laying in their own blood.

“Whoever did this..” I say, pointing at the two boys on the floor, “..Is the one who locked the doors. None of the windows are broken, so that means, whoever did this is still in here.”

Callie shook her head, “This is not happening. You mean to tell me we’re trapped in the school with someone who’s going around slitting throats?” I hesitate before nodding.

“We need to get back to the hall and figure out what we’re going to do.” Harry told everyone.

“Oh are you sure you don’t want to split up again?” Niall commented, glaring at Harry.

“I’m going to punch you in the face if you carry on with that.” He fired back. Niall shook his head and was the first out of the door.

We all followed, walking down the hallways and down the stairs until we made it back to the main hall. Mr. Clark was the first to go in, making sure it was empty, before signaling it was okay to enter.

I was the last to go in, Harry was right before me. Just as he was about to step into the hall, a thought crossed my mind. I grabbed his wrist, stopping him, and he turned to me with a questioning look.

“Harry, where did Dax go?” I ask, my voice filled with dread. His eyes widened and he froze, remembering he went to the bathroom forty-five minutes ago.

“Shit.” She exclaimed, and before I knew it, he was out the door and bolting down the hallway.

“Harry!” I called after him. That idiot could not go off on his own right now. There was someone out there killing people and he thought he would just run off by himself? I cursed at myself and without a second thought, I took off after him.

“Mia, where are you going?” Mr. Clark called from the doorway.

I turned to him but didn’t stop jogging, “I can’t let him go off on his own, we will be right back, just stay there.”

I ran until I reached the guy’s bathroom, the same one with the fresh body in it. I walked in, gagging slightly as I saw the girl still laying there. I forced myself to look away.. Harry was kicking every stall open to see if his brother was in one.

“Dax?!” He called.

“Maybe he’s gone.” I tried to calm him down. “Maybe he ran out with everyone else, Harry.. harry for fucks sake look at me.” I yelled at him. Once he was done checking the stalls with no luck, he listened to me.

“He wouldn’t have gone, I know him. He would have stayed here and waited.” He said, breathing heavily.

“Maybe he thought you ran out too so he did-”

“What if he didn’t though Mia?” He yelled in my face as he walked closer to me, “What if he’s in here somewhere?” His anger and close proximity made me jump, he noticed and backed down a little bit, taking his eyes off me, “What if he’s like her?”

My stomach fell at his words. He was clenching his jaw, and I saw the panic in his- now dull, eyes.

“We’ll find him okay?” I reassured him. He slowly moved his gaze back onto me, his muscles relaxing a bit. He unclenched his jaw when I put my hand on his shoulder,”I promise you, we will find him.” We kept eye contact for a while, both of us were probably shocked that I was being genuine and affectionate towards him, “Come on, let’s check the other bathrooms too.”

I dropped my hand slowly, but he never took his eyes off me, even as I stepped away. We walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway, this time only walking.. which I was thankful for because I thought my kidney was going to burst trying to keep up with him minutes ago.

“You don’t have to follow me, you can go back to the hall with the others.” He said, and I turned to him with a scowl.

“You really think I’m going to let you roam these halls with someone murdering people?” I said in a sarcastic, yet serious tone.

“Oh so does that mean you would actually care if something happened to me?” He replied in a teasing way.

I smiled at him, “Kind of, I mean if anyone’s going to kill you.. it will be me.”

“Reassuring.” He stated.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” I say and he smirks.

“Not really a fan of gentle.” He says and I do not miss the double meaning to his words, I roll my eyes and playfully smack him on the arm.

“Wow, we’re walking the halls with a murderer somewhere around here and you’re still making sex jokes.”

He shrugged, “It’s a coping mechanism.”

I laugh and we finally reach another bathroom. I regained composure as we stepped towards the door, praying we’re not faced with a similar scene. Harry went in first, all humor from seconds ago vanished as he stepped through the doorway. He went through the same routine, checking every stall like the last bathroom we were in. When he reached the last one, I knew this one wasn’t empty like the others.

“Dax?!” Harry disappeared into the stall and I ran after him as he pulled his brother out. He was unconscious and there was a patch of blood on his forehead, matting his hair down. Harry sat him against the wall and crouched down to him, “Dax, wake up man!”

Harry was shaking him and slapping his face, trying to get Dax up. I grabbed a red plastic cup that was in one of the sinks and filled it up with cold water, not hesitating to dump it on his face. Within seconds Dax was sputtering and coughing as he slowly regained consciousness.

“Dax?” Harry looked down at his brother, relief washing over him. Once he stopped coughing, he blinked a few times and looked around, clearly he was still dazed from whatever knocked him out.

“You almost gave me a heart-attack you toolbag, christ.. never do that again.” Harry sighed as Dax leaned off the wall, wiping the excess water off of his face. “What happened?”

Dax shook his head, “I don’t know, I was having a piss and right when I pulled my trousers up I felt something hit me on the back of the head. I was out after that.”

“You’re lucky man.” Harry told him, now sitting beside him, running a hand through his hair.

“Why?” He furrowed his eyebrows, confused.

Harry shifted his gaze to me, as we realized Dax had no idea what was going on. Harry turned back to him and filled his brother in on everything that’s happened. The phone signals being gone, then the doors being chained up, then the bodies. Dax stared back at his brother, looking at me every few seconds for confirmation that his brother wasn’t bullshitting him. I nodded the entire time, telling him that this, for once, wasn’t one of Harry’s twisted lies to get him winded.

“Holy hell.” Dax muttered, still trying to process everything.

“I just don’t understand how you are alive right now.” I say, kneeling down to Dax.

He looked at me confused, “What do you mean, Mia?”

“There are three dead bodies upstairs, how are you okay? I mean he sliced open their throats and all he did was give you a bump on the head.” I explained to Dax.

“Who cares? He’s alive.” Harry answered for his brother. “No disrespect to those guys upstairs or anything, but all I give a shit about is that he’s still breathing.”

“Well, obviously, I do too bu-”

“Clearly.” Harry said bitterly. Like I’ve said before, his brother is not something you want to get on Harry’s bad side about.

“Don’t even use that sarcastic, bitch tone with me. You know very well I care that he is alive, I was just wondering why whoever killed three people, decided to keep him alive.” I snapped back.

“As I said, who cares I-”

“Both of you shut up.” Dax cut in, “She has a point. Why didn’t the person slit my throat too?” He stood to his feet and looked between the two of us. We joined him in standing up, and I tried my best to ignore Harry’s death glare.

“Let’s just get back to the others.” Harry suggested.

Harry opened the door to the main hall first, and Dax walked in before us. Once he was out of earshot, I turned to Harry before I walked in. His eyes were still on me, cold and hard. I could tell he was still pissed for what happened in the bathroom.

“You know full and well I am more than relieved that he is alright. Don’t you ever imply that I don’t care about what happens to him.” I whisper-yelled, so that nobody could hear what I had to say, “I was trying to figure out why he was so lucky.. that does not mean that I am not glad that he was the lucky one, because you know damn well I am, Styles.”

Harry kept his hard eyes on me for a moment too long, but then cocked his head with his features un-stiffing a a bit, “Got a soft spot for him, huh?”

I scrunched my face in disgust. I knew what he was implying very well, and he knew I thought Dax was hot. Right now though, somebody’s ‘do-ability’ was the last thing on my mind. Apparently his comment got me a little fired up because without thinking, I harshly shoved his shoulder.

“The only way I would touch a Styles would be over my dead body.” Harry smirked at my words and took a step closer to me, we were mere inches apart, and I felt his breath fan my skin.

“Judging by the situation we are in, I would chose your words a little more carefully.” His voice was almost a whisper, and I didn’t miss his tongue wetting his bottom lip. His eyes flickered down my face, then he pulled a devious smirk, “You never know little Mary, this type of situation could be just the thing you need to give those pretty pink lips some practice on Sergeant Styles down there.”

He quickly glanced down on himself, making it impossible to not understand what he was getting at. I found myself in a very tricky situation right now because I had many options to chose from. I could give in and embarrass myself by looking down at the Sergeant himself. For a tiny split second, I almost did. I don’t know if it was the circumstances we were in, or the way his voice sounded. Husky and almost seductive.

Whatever it was, it had to be run down with an eighteen-wheeler truck, because it was not normal.

The other option would be to perform some act of violence on him, throw and insult and leave dear Archie in pain and agony, cupping his nuts.. the very normal and familiar option.

I decided not to pick either, and go for some sort of middle ground. I leaned in, which was very risky considering how close we already were.. his eyes darted down, somehow in a split-second glancing over my whole body, and stopping at my mouth before he looked back into my eyes.

“I swear if this dude going around cutting people up comes for you, I’m going to be his own personal cheerleader.” I imitated his voice, making mine low and somewhat seductive. His mouth formed into a smirk, but he didn’t reply, and I decided it was time to join the rest of the group. their suspicions were probably running wild about what happened to us. they probably thought the murderer caught up to us and finished us off.. or that we finished each other off.

And not in a porn way.

Notes

wow i have been on a roll with updating haven't i? :')

I have actually spent my whole day in my bed writing. It has literally been like 12 hours and the only time i have stopped was to pee and get food (annnnd occasionally check twitter)

I have actually written up to chapter 11. I am so proud of myself. Its getting so much more interesting and im really excited to post those chapters throughout the week.

let me know what you all think of the story so far :)