The Silence That Surrounds: Screams of the Damned

Narrator’s POV:

The crash was strong enough to flip the Range Rover over and both bodies to stick to the seat by way of seatbelt from the now flipped vehicle, getting an upside down picture and the pain that went with flipping ones vehicle.

Harry groaned, his hand meeting his upside down face in a moment of split realization that they failed at getting away.

“Harry?” Sophia called full of panic from beside him, her voice a scared croak.

“M’alright, luv but we must make like a tree and split, specifically you. You need to run.” Harry metaphorically but calmly spoke.

“Make like a tree and…Harry do you hear yourself?” Sophia argued, struggling to get out of her seatbelt but she had jostled her good arm in the crash.

Harry replied nothing, he reached into his pocket and handed Sophia his cellphone, releasing her from her seat.

She landed with an ‘oof’ but was otherwise unharmed.

“Get out through the window and run, do not stop running until you reach a safe haven. Dial three and press enter, it will ring one of the boys, with any luck they’re not still stoned off their gored but they are known to get sober pretty quick, tell them were in danger, contact Damien – he maybe an ass but were not assets expandable to him right now to be rid of, so he will send rescue.”

Harry was so calm that Sophia briefly wondered if he had been through this before.

“Go, Nightshade and don’t stop moving until you’re sure it’s safe.” Harry instructed, freeing himself from the seatbelt himself and dropping to the roof of the car, broken glass all around them.

Sophia ignored the stings the shards caused and crawled through the window on her knees, protected somewhat by Harry’s clothes.

She went out through the window and sprinted away, leaving Harry to crawl out next, slower this time. He needed a distraction so they kept their attention on him and not Sophia.

“Big and bad, huh? Am I supposed to be impressed, Dawson? Because if so I’m truly disappointed…that and that was my favorite car.” Harry called to the thick air, knowing he had their attention.

“Big? Not exactly, bad? You bet your sweet ass cheeks, Styles.” A smooth female voice called beside him, a little distance away so her voice carried like a sour melody. When he looked over, he realized it was Dawson’s oldest Daughter.

“Woolf.” Harry smirked, seeing her blue and brown eyes glowing dim beneath eyelashes.

“Not my name, asshat. Now, where’s your bird?” She glowered, a gun in air to strike should Harry make any sudden movements.

“She flew away. You know, birds usually do and such.” Harry shrugged, smirking – though he was playing a stupid and dangerous game, he knew he was. One thing you don’t do is show sarcasm in front of other gangs. A blatant disrespect – at least that’s what Damien always told him.

“Ha-ha. Too funny, Styles. Again, where’d she titter away to? I have my men tracking her so she won’t get too far but I find it funny out of everyone, that’d you’d choose to protect Ms. Stone…a mere hostage.” The blue and brown eyed girl spat.

“Used to be hostage. We had a spot open, ya know, desperate times, desperate measures and all that.” Harry back chatted, folding his arms underneath one another, glass crunching underneath his snake skin boots.

Wolf girl chuckled but it wasn’t subtle or amused.

“Well then, that does change the agenda a little bit. I suppose we’ll have two guests instead of one.” She mused with a small smirk, snapping her fingers.

Harry hadn’t seen anyone advancing but when a sack was thrown over his head and his arms viciously grabbed behind his back into the chest of another person, he knew this wasn’t their normal protocol. Which meant he was wanted for more than just a simple murder of their one member.

“Hey!” Harry exclaimed but a gloved hand soon joined over his mouth above the sack, effectively quieting him.

“Oh baby, don’t foreplay if you can’t keep up with specifics.” The girl purred right beside him before Harry was all but forced to follow his captor.

The walk didn’t last but ten or fifteen steps before he was unceremoniously hauled into the back of the van, the arms still restraining him.

“Put him in the body jacket and seal his mouth with the muzzle, lock it on him if you have to but I want him immobile and silenced. The hood will remain over his head after, he gets no special treatment. If he steps out of line, shoot him in the balls.” Dawson’s oldest daughter commanded, her attention now on the road she saw Sophia go down.

*

Sophia ran away from the useless vehicle, ran away from Harry and the situation. Hell, she was almost positive she was running away from herself.

Sophia opened the phone Harry had given her and dialed three before pressing send. Instantly it began to ring, a voice picking up a moment later.

“Harry? We got a situation –“Zayn said but Sophia interrupted.

“So do we Zayn. Harry and I are being hunted, we’re being chased! Get Louis or whatever but get someone here now.” Sophia pleaded, making Zayn go quiet.

“Little impossible –“Zayn counteracted back before a fit of laughter could be heard in the background – followed by smashing objects.

“Not the clock! Harry’s going to kill you guys!” Zayn said, his fear rising some…what was it with these boys and getting high?

“He won’t be around to kill them! Zayn, Dawson’s gang shot over our car, Harry stood behind to help distract them but they’re coming after me – I can feel it. Broker was shot and I’m scared. Tell them that!” Sophia pleaded, making Zayn sigh and repeat what Sophia had said. A moment later it went quiet.

“Are you okay?” Louis asks, his voice concerned.

“I’m scared.” Sophia repeated, running off the main path and down an alley.

“Where are you?” Louis asked in a calm demeanor.

“I don’t know, off alley, smells like bread and mold,” Sophia replied, glancing around. “Old closed bakery by the looks of it.”

“I know where you are but if they know where you are, it sort of defeats the purpose. I’ll go ahead and call Damien – let him know what’s going on. Stay safe, Sophia. We’ll try to get to you guys soon.” Louis promised, hanging up.

Sophia shook her head and glanced around, the dead air of silence surrounding her. She hated the silence if it wasn’t inside the cabin. Cabin silence meant it was safe but this silence…it was definitely a danger because there were many places to advance on her. No, quiet and alleys did not mix well, especially for the victims.

“That’s not promising, is it love? I mean, a gang that can no longer guarantees prompt action is doomed to fail and – well, Styles gang isn’t exactly successful with much these days since his son has taken over the streets.” A gentle male voice spoke from beside her.

Sophia jumped and the slightly older guy raised his hands up.

“Easy lass, I’m not here to harm you. I’m just here to do my job and that’s delivering you to Mistress Dawson, she ordered this whole show stopper. Quite the impatient one that girl but then again when you’re trying to please your father twenty-four/seven –“

“Oh Andros, do be quiet. You and your mouth are too far gone to even know what you’re speaking half the time and I’m sure Mistress Dawson would not want you spilling her personal business to the hostage. You’re far too nice to them, you know that?” Another voice spoke, this one much older than Andros.

“Sorry Adam but I don’t like approaching them when they’re scared, scared equals desperate and no one needs to get hurt. Me or them, so shut up and let me do my thing.” Andros snapped, his hands still raised as he came out from the opposite alley.

Sophia merely gapped with wide eyes.

Andros looked almost like her brother, all that was missing was the extremely long hair but it was still long enough to give his face a real stand out and it made her heart jump all the more with sadness.

Andros noticed her face fall and the tears start leaking from her eyes.

“I know I’m scary looking but I’m nothing to cry over love, truly. My job is not to hurt y –“He trailed off unsure what to say when Sophia just started to sob and drop to the ground onto her knees.

“I know your face is an ugly eye sore but damn mate, she’s a harsh critic.” Adam chortled, jokingly.

“Shut up Adam, here, help me get her off the ground. We need to get her in the van, they already captured the Styles boy by now, mistress had like six people on him.” Andros got to business, approaching her and kneeling down.

When he did, Sophia grabbed him around his neck in a hug.

“I’m so sorry, Dylan. I’m so, so sorry!” She begged, making Andros freeze.

“I’m Andros, love. I really think we should get up off this dirty ground, yeah? You’ll ruin…your boy clothes.” He finished lamely.

Adam rolled his eyes and approached the pair, yanking Sophia up by her bad arm, her letting out a cry of agonizing pain.

“Hey, easy Lurch.” Andros advised, watching as Sophia’s sling was roughly removed and her wrists were twisted behind her back.

Sophia let out a howl of misery and dropped the cellphone in her hand, not bothering to struggle. She truthfully was too tired to put up a fight. Life was one big cruel fucking joke anyhow.

“That a girl.” Andros praised, watching Adam click a pair of cuffs onto her wrists behind her, walking her towards where the van was parked.

“Here, gag her. We need to keep her quieted and right now the last thing we need to do is capture attention.” Adam demanded, handing him a brightly colored folded over red cloth.

Andros rolled his eyes and took the cloth but didn’t immediately listen. Instead he put his arm over the girl and started to whisper into her ear.

A minute later she quieted but shook her head.

“I just want my brother and no one will kill me.” Sophia murmured, making Andros flinch.

“Dylan is your brother, then?” Adam asked, jumping into the conversation, seeing her nod.

“He was, he committed suicide. Andros looks so much like him…he could be him?” Sophia looked to her side to eye Andros but he was awkwardly clearing his throat.

“I’m afraid I can’t, my dear. I’m just me. Come on, the van is right over here.” He guided her towards the grey van.

Before they got in, Andros did end up gagging Sophia so Dawson’s hell spawn didn’t get on them for forgetting to follow protocol…even though there technically wasn’t any to follow when it came to hostage taking.

When the door was open, Andros gently lifted Sophia up and laid her back to back with Harry. He figured something familiar would make the girl less scared.

He jumped into the back with them while Adam took up the front with the other men. Since Andros was more of a loaner – abet of a friendly loner but one none the less, he had no qualms about watching the hostages and Sophia was easy on the eyes.

Harry groaned, attempting to move but with his body strapped down against him, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Andros got a closer look and found they had the muzzle locked onto his face from the way it say underneath the sack on his head.

“Andros? It’s a long drive back, will you put them both out for me, darling?” The girl who was now in the driver’s seat requested.

“Sure.” Andros nodded, knowing if he didn’t she would start threatening him.

Andros reached over to a small medical box and opened it, taking out a few small needles and placing them beside him, closing the box and picking the first one up.

“If it were up to me, I’d leave you alone but sadly, princess, I’m stuck following orders.” Andros muttered lowly to make sure he wasn’t heard.

With careful precision he uncapped the syringe and gently put it into her shoulder, plunging in the fast working sedative. All Sophia could do was whimper before the word around her started to turn dark.

“Don’t fight it, just, go with it.” Andros advised before sticking the other one into Harry.

Harry muttered something out through his muzzle but because it was locked so tightly to his face, it came out a small groan.

“For what it’s worth, man? They don’t pay me enough, if you’re hiring…” Andros trailed off with a snort but went quiet as Harry started slipping out from consciousness.

He waited a few moments to yell up to the front.

“They’re both out like lights, anything else, Mistress?”

“Nope, just make sure they stay asleep and directions will be given when we reach the house.” The girl called back, clapping her hands on the wheel a few times and continued to drive the opposite side of London. She could only imagine how proud her father and Blade would be when she showed up with the ones responsible for Razor’s death. Despite holding very little value to human life, well, Mistress Dawson actually rather liked Razor. He made some good jokes and because of the Styles gang, he was gone and she had a vendetta to settle with them.

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