The Silence That Screams

Sophia and Louis' POV:

Louis was backed up against the chairs with his arm across Sophia's neck to keep the frightened girl to him, because if she got away he was going to have to start throwing punches.

"Mate – "Dylan stepped forward cautiously, his hand out as if he was attempting to pet a feral cat.

Louis noticed, narrowed his eyes and hissed.

Dylan stopped dead in his tracks, furrowing his brow.

"I told you before; if you come any closer I will put a slug up your sister's twat." Louis cautioned, figuring if words didn't get the point across, a bullet would.

Dylan looked over at Hulk – the security guard Louis met earlier.

With him in the room and the teeth-bearing snarl, the gang member didn't trust the actions he was sure would inevitably come.

"Hulk?" Louis called to bring the irate guard's eyes up to his. "I'm going to need you to leave. You're making me nervous. Like, about to be eaten at any given second type of uncomfortable, so – bye-bye." He nodded his head toward the stage since he couldn't exactly point to the exit given as he was well surrounded.

His only prayer in Hell was Harry coming in to save his ass or Achmed with his war cry of hakuna matata – or was it araba hazaa?

Whatever. It was something that made people run away screaming in terror.

"I'm not leaving." The guard replied, sticking his foot out and taking a step forward.

Louis was sure he pissed himself just a little, but screaming like a girl would not help his situation any, so he glared instead.

"I think you are, because I don't like you and I'm kinda trying ta impress my boss with my stupidity here – which he'll be burning me nuts for later I'm almost positive...so can ya'll just go fuck yourselves? Like, just real quick? You won't even have to report this to the pandas." Louis reasoned, noticing another body coming up the stairs, he held tighter to the girl and trained his weapon with purpose.

He almost relaxed when he saw it was just Asher.

Great. Just what he needed.

"I already called them." Hulk growled, also facing to where Asher stopped. "Sir, go downstairs. It's a dangerous situation up here."

Asher's blues furrowed when they set sights on the lanky criminal.

"Hey! He's the bloke that knocked me out!" Asher realized, his hand going distinctively to the dark bruise that was forming on his head.

Louis took offence to the accusation.

It was true, but how dare someone accuse him on a crime that he was guilty of!

"I did not and how would you know? It was bloody dark in that room!" Louis threw back.

Sophia's wild eyes began to narrow, her hand going into a fist. She was tired of waiting for these idiots to help her, because all they were doing was pissing around.

"Darling?" Louis gritted, noticing the movement. "I will drop you." He warned, keeping his stare toward the god-like musician.

"Fuck you." She snarled, pressing forward so the older man's grip restricted her movement even more, to the point of not being able to breathe.

Still, the criminal didn't exactly expect her to roll over on her back and give up. Oh, how he wished it was all that simple, but alas; you can wish in one hand, piss in the other and at the end of it the one with the wish would still be empty.

"Princess? I need to focus on pretty boy Jane there and picturing your naked body against mine in hot passion is not doing little Louis any favors. Stop distracting him, he needs to CONCENTRATE!" Louis huffed, though tilted his head when Asher's furious blues met his ocean ones.

At that moment the tension soared. It packed its shit and took a flying leap through the roof, setting the wood aflame as it went.

"Unhand her, plebe! What gives you the right – "Asher's voice was drowned out by Sophia's.

"Fuck off! I don't need you defending me when you've done nothing of the sort before this moment. Go do something productive; like chew on a lamppost, you fucking swell!" She returned with hollowed breath.

Louis let out an amused 'hah', but that was all he could afford. The pandas were going to storm into the building any moment and Harry wasn't bursting through to save the day, his worry was slowly drowning him – but that was Louis for you, he worked better without a plan.

"If we celebrated Christmas...Harry would be getting pink knickers this year and all the ones following." Louis muttered, eyes burning with an underhand tone of annoyance.

Sophia's ear had been close enough to hear the muttered complaint, but thought it was enough of a distraction to make her move.

Rather than fight against him, she decided to use his earlier words to her advantage.

Pressing her back against his chest she was able to lean her head back against the crock of his neck, despite the gun moving cautiously with the redhead.

"What are you – "His words died in his throat when she crammed her neck up and planted a kiss right onto his lips.

Louis swore he felt a spark ignite between their tendered flesh, but then his mouth began to burn fire hot. That was when he realized his hostage had also took the opportunity to clamp down on the bottom of his aperture.

"Fum!" Louis yelled, throwing his hand with the gun toward the ground and blowing off a round.

That made Sophia break from him and attempt to run to her brother, her fingers stretched out at him in wide panic.

"Dylan!" She yelled, feeling her hair being gripped and yanked back, the muzzle of the gun digging into the tender point of her temple.

"Bitch!" Louis growled, blood seeping from his lip where her teeth had sunk in.

He spit the red copper from his mouth and glared with murderous intent.

"Oh, flower – you are REALLY going to regret – "His words were drowned out by the sudden explosion on stage, the heavy smoke radiating from the strong flames that had been purposely set.

A figure clad in a black cloak walked up onto the platform where the explosion had just been set, a small device in one hand and a tear grenade in the other.

Louis squinted to zoom in closer and realized it was one of their flash bombs – not very deadly, but it packed one hell of a punch when it came to a helpful distraction.

"Darth Vader! I'd recognize those skinny legs anywhere! Get steppin', we need to get the fuck out of here!" Louis yelled over the chaos.

Hulk was leading Asher from the scene to safety, Sophia was struggling against the brutal hairpulling she was receiving and the rest were running away to save themselves, figuring the police could handle it.

Sophia watched as Dylan's figure was pulled out by Eachann, his body fighting against the other bloke, all while calling desperately for his sister in a pathetic attempt to reach her.

It relieved Sophia to know that the ones after them would only get her. Dylan deserved a chance to make it out – that was all that mattered to her.

Louis felt exhilarated; it had been too long since he had a confrontation with the general public and it made his wildly beating heart soar with excitement.

"Louis, get down!" Zayn warned the other criminal before throwing the flash-bomb full of rubber bullets at the same time he activated the tear gas grenade.

His hands released the weapons, making Louis wrap his body around Sophia's, knocking them both to the ground.

He crawled on top of her to both shield the girl and to stop her from running away, the sound of rubber shots firing off around them.

Louis felt one hit him on the ass.

"Fuck a squirrel and kiss a bamboo's butt! That hurt!" Louis exclaimed, the stinging a reminder of the bruise he was sure to have the next day.

Sophia almost wished she would have met her captor another way then what she did. If his vocabulary was as detailed as he sure made it to be, they could have been friends.

"I'll give you everything I have in my pockets if you let me go." Sophia begged from underneath Louis, her scared shrill vocals heightening over the commotion of the explosions.

"I can feel your hips, princess! You don't have pockets!" Louis responded, pressing himself tighter against her back.

She groaned, trying to use the limited movement she had to try and sit up.

"It's in my dress! The one in the bag, take it and go!" She begged him, figuring if she sounded pathetic enough he'd rethink his decision. Her father would destroy the man and she didn't think the devil himself to be as cruel as her father at times.

"Not my color sweet cheeks and I'm not letting you go." Louis bit back, grimacing from the throbbing still pulsing in his bloody lip.

Sophia coughed, the mustard smoke coming up from the small grenade and burning her lungs, making her eyes water.

"Let's go!" Zayn roared, running the opposite side up the stairs, happy to have eliminated most of the threats inside, it was the police they would need to escape from, because they were the ones that were about to charge in. "We have to fuck off, mate! Come on!" The middle eastern bloke yelled, his panicked hands grasping Louis' shoulder and pulling him up.

He didn't leave Sophia to chance, grabbing her arm and hair.

"Knock her out!" Zayn ordered, holding her head still, his fingers roughly gripping her hair to immobilize her head.

Sophia flinched having not had her neck jerked around like that for a while.

"No!" Sophia yelled, noticing her foot was by the other man. She lifted it up to slam it down on Zayn's.

Louis noticed her intent.

"Incoming, mate." Louis warned with a smirk.

Sophia slammed her skinny heel down atop of his, satisfied at the soft crack that sounded from her action.

"FUCK ME!" Zayn screamed, earning a cackle from Louis, his retort dying in his throat when their captive turned to then attack him.

Sophia jerked her arm out to chop Louis in the neck, but Louis was quicker. His pointer finger was at the back of her spine, pressing a nerve just at the base of her skull before she even saw it coming.

She went limp right in his arms, the action knocking her out cold.

"Make sure you confiscate her shoes, Jesus H fuck! Those heels are dangerous!" Zayn coughed, reaching into his black cloak-like cloth and bringing out breathing masks. "Put this on. We have ten seconds, I hope that's enough time to smoke the room."

Louis rolled his eyes, handing Sophia to Zayn to do as the younger member asked.

It was then they could hear a herd of footsteps running.

They were charging towards the room and that was the criminal's signal to get the fuck out of dodge.

"Bring the girl!" Louis turned, seeing Sophia's dress bag on the chair that she had been sitting next to.

It was also when he noticed Brad, his body still like a corpse. He had completely forgotten about the pig fucker.

He snorted in response, taking his gun out and aiming once at the boy's temple.

"Cunt." Louis muttered, shooting off his weapon into the unconscious bloke's head and helping Zayn carry the dead-weight twenty-three-year-old girl.

Zayn had watched the events in complete silence.

"Was there a reason for that?" He finally asked, his voice muffled through his gas mask.

The older man shrugged.

"He didn't understand the concept of no. Now he does." Louis replied simply, the voices of the cops bursting into the door, the smoke only creating a murky gas since it was tossed up on the balcony to clear it, but thankfully it was seeping downward and causing the thick air to become suffocating, burning the eyes of the pandas that had on only tactical gear.

"Time to make like a fat kid on cake." Louis finally agreed, helping Zayn toward where they originally entered from.

"Speaking of, what the bloody hell took you so long?" He demanded, their feet moving in sync with one another down the steps so they would be able to keep up and carry the girl without incident at the same time.

"Harry called me back to give me those handy weapons you just saw go off," Zayn grumbled, picking his pace up. "Do me a favor? Next time you decide to go all hero, just don't. Damien is pissed and we're well in the shit-box because of it."

Louis didn't reply, he decided that arguing right now would not get them anywhere, instead he nodded and burst out through the side door.

When they were outside Zayn slammed it shut and motioned for Louis to continue to get Sophia to the van.

Louis looked confused – right up until he saw the TNT.

"I'm setting a charge – we need to go. Thirty seconds." Zayn cautioned, bending down to take out an explosive device.

Louis swore and picked Sophia up over his shoulder, hauling her and himself to the car.

Harry was already in the driver's seat when the back door opened, seeing Sophia's body fly in followed by a small dress bag.

"Louis! What the fuck! I'm going to kill you!" Harry yelled, his jaded greens snapping passed Louis to see Zayn running in full panic towards them. He was gesturing for the leader to get moving.

His arms wildly in the air pointing and flinging about like some drunk having a seizure.

"Fifteen seconds! Move, move, move!" Zayn screamed, taking a leap in the van and shutting the doors.

Harry pealed from the alley, his eyes catching the still cameras above them.

"Ten minutes out from the bridge; we ditch the car there, remove the plates – no traces." Harry ordered sternly.

Louis pointed at Zayn the same time the other bloke returned the gesture.

"Him." They both spoke in unison.

Harry slammed his foot down on the gas.

"Both. You both need to do it." Harry drawled, figuring if they worked together once, they can do it again to remove one bloody plate.

The car tag was already gone, it was safely tucked in his pocket.

"Damien Styles is calling." The voice of his electronic phone sounded in the tense air, the wind screaming in their ears and pushing them back from the open door.

"Ignore it!" Louis called over the howl, bending down. "Zayn? Grab my feet and hand me a wrench and screw driver!"

Zayn dropped down beside him, making no effort to give him the desired objects.

"I'll do it! You hold my feet!" Zayn said, reaching into the black bag beside him.

"Damien Styles has left a voice mail; do you wish to listen?" The electronic voice asked, ready for her owner's voice command.

"NO!" All three voices shouted at the same time.

Nope. Frankly, that would not help any of them and when his father learned that he just tanked their pickup van in the water under the bridge – Harry didn't even want to think of the consequences.

"Damien Styles has sent a text; would you like me to read it?"

Harry couldn't wait to get his phone wet – at least that would shut her the fuck up for a little bit.

"Louis, let me! I can do it faster!" Zayn insisted, holding up the tools that were needed.

"That's not what your girlfriend said, mate." Louis quipped back, screaming when Harry had to make a sudden turn.

A loud explosion ripped through the air, the rumbling of the earth splitting almost under their wheels.

Had it been fifteen seconds already?

"I am going to cut you, you are going to die. Sleep with one pistol loaded tonight you cunts." The robotic voice read the message and made it sound a lot less threatening being read by Wall-e than by Damien.

"Would you like me to read the other 266 unread texts from Damien Styles?"

"No!" Harry shouted, forcing the phone into his pocket and turning the wheel sharply. The sandy color of the long-drawn bridge coming into view.

"Louis, let me get the plates! I have the tools!" Zayn argued, trying to push him away from the door.

The car behind them kept a distance, watching the two men from the back, seeing as they were attempting this with the doors wide open.

Louis tried to grab the wrench and Zayn played keep away.

"Louis! For the love of Loki in a tutu, let Zayn use his tools! He can make quicker work, just hold his feet! We don't have bloody time for this!" Harry ordered, his angry eyes snapping from the back mirror to the road again, zooming passed shops and low-class neighborhoods where the buildings were nonexistent or boarded up.

"He can use his tools at home, ain't nobody wanna see that!" Louis hollered back over the commotion, his brown hair whipping every which way.

Zayn glanced at Sophia, her head had slammed into the corner of a wooden box, bruising the spot where she landed. He reached over to grab the dress from beside her as the bag was about to fly out the door.

Instead of securing it he took it, held it back and flung it forward, bitch slapping Louis in the hopes it would knock some sense into him.

"Hold my fucking feet!" Zayn growled, throwing the dress up front with Harry and jumping onto his stomach to lean down out of a moving van – lucky him.

Louis begrudgingly grabbed both his feet, though smirked and forced them forward so his stylish, long black hair drug down on the road.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Zayn yelled in terror, relieved when it was just for a few seconds.

"Don't ever do that again, asshole!"

He twisted his body up and began to make quick work on the plate, trying to forget the fact that his hair just touched a filthy road.

Zayn used the wrench to unscrew the two main bolts, the process taking less than thirty seconds – his best record by far if he said so himself.

"You two need to get the one in the front now!" Harry reminded, eyeing the back to see Louis nearly drop Zayn out of the back when he heard the new orders.

"Do I look like Tom Cruise? I mean, I'm about a thousand more times handsomer than the bastard, but in no way in hell am I mission impossible-ing my arse up to the front of this vehicle to take a plate off! That's bloody suicide!"

Harry's dark green eyes slit and for a moment, Louis weighed out the consequences of not doing it. Either disobey Harry and die or obey and possibly become a Louis pancake – which he would also prefer not to become. Hm, tough decision.

"I'd rather clone and fuck myself." Louis answered back truthfully with a snarl.

Harry laughed incredulously.

"I'm going to fuck you up and it won't be for pleasure either!"

Zayn tilted his head, stepping in to save the day.

"Think about what you just said for a moment and then come talk to us. Meanwhile, will someone please haul me the fuck back inside!" He asked with exasperation.

Louis grabbed his legs again and pulled Zayn inside, the plate grasped tightly against his clenched fingers.

"Can't we just get it when we get out to ditch the car?" Louis suggested, not sure how they would even begin to pull it off.

"That's going to be kind of hard, Louis. Considering the vehicle is about to be tanked under water in the next few minutes." Harry rolled his eyes.

"WHAT!?" Zayn exclaimed, sheer panic in his eyes.

Louis just smirked.

Things were getting exciting!

Zayn however, was feeling the exact opposite at the moment because he couldn't swim. He was going to die and he could only stare on at their leader in absolute fear.

Harry noticed the large eyes.

Unlike Louis, he held a little bit more empathy towards the middle eastern hacker.

"Relax, Zayn. Louis? When I tank the van you grab the girl and go ashore, steal another car – we'll go to the cabin until we can sort this all out. I will help Zayn remove the front plates, you just make sure to do what needs to be done."

Zayn looked more relieved. He hadn't done anything to piss their leader off, but somehow it was Louis that always managed to get them all in trouble.

Why hadn't they executed him yet? It was beyond his comprehension.

"Because I'm the groups favorite smartass, Zayn." Louis smirked.

Zayn realized he had asked the question aloud.

"One of many reasons we're going to die." Harry muttered.

Louis shrugged.

"We all die, Harry. Just the point of when." He reasoned to the irate gang members.

"That might be today – congrats, Lou. You may have just accomplished the impossible." Harry drawled, his deep silky tone smoothing the corners of the air with sarcasm that satisfied the older bloke more than the younger one would know.

"I aim to please." Louis bowed, flinching when a piece of his hair flew into his open eye.

"Your aim is off." Zayn muttered, letting out a groan when they were just about at their destination. Harry swerved right to take the road that would lead them to the bridge – the important part was to wait until it was raised.

"Whatever. I'm the life of the party – oh, speaking of party...Harry? I think we're gonna be on youtube there are people hanging out of their cars and recording – should I do something about that?" Louis asked, humming contently when he decided to forgo Harry's panicked yell of frustration and began to shoot at the devices.

That had the reaction Louis had hoped for, shooting the devices out of a few of their hands and saluting them before shutting the back doors.

"Damien might need a hug after he sees this – any volunteers?" Louis chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, you. Louis..." Harry trailed off with a sigh. "I need you to get your shit together for all our sakes. We already fucked up. I just...I really don't want to die because my father thinks I'm incompetent."

Louis noticed the stress in his leader's voice and grew a little more serious.

"The girl has promise, mate. Killing her would have been the stupidest thing Damien ordered us to do. She's special – I can't explain, but she is." Louis insisted, his shoulders dropping. "I need you two to see for yourselves."

Harry cocked a brow.

"And exactly what makes her special? One cunt is the same as all the others. There is nothing unique about a female with a nice ass, Lou. Which is probably where you were looking." Harry rolled his eyes.

"I was looking at her legs, actually. She kicked them into this dude's crotch and like catapulted him over the balcony. Trust me oh fearless leader, I will bet me own balls 'n cock that she's exactly what Damien is searching for," Louis assured, smirking. "I mean, yes, she might have a pussy, but so does Zayn and we let him stoke our keypads to shut off cameras to commit cri – ouch!" Louis was cut off when Zayn punched him in the stomach.

"I have a bigger dick than you, asshat. Be assured of that and for your information, the only cunt I've seen around lately is you!" Zayn returned the insult, folding his arms over his chest.

Louis reached over and ruffled his hair with mock affection.

"That's not true. You had to look yourself in the mirror, yeah? Well, mirrors tend to magnify small objects mate. Trust me Achmed, my dick is big and I don't even have to look at my reflection to confirm that." Louis spoke confidently with a smug smirk, enjoying the dark glare that passed over Zayn's face.

"At least I'm not putting everyone in danger. Looks mean fuck all if you're dead." Zayn replied, wondering why Harry hadn't bothered to tell them to shut up.

He looked to the front in time to let out a loud yell, hitting the van's floor as a bullet flew from the gun Harry nonchalantly pointed at them.

Louis evidently saw it before Zayn did and was more prepared, his arms straining on the ground to center the sudden drop.

Luckily it flew into the door, missing them both by mere inches.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Harry roared, his mood dangerous as an out of control wildfire.

Louis grunted, sitting up again.

"Say it, don't shoot it." Louis muttered, irritating the leader further.

"LOUIS!" Harry screamed, jerking his body back to concentrating on driving.

He floored the gas pedal to the floor – they didn't need to wonder why.

"T-minus 60 seconds! Find something to hang onto!" Harry cautioned, the bridge coming up ahead.

The traffic was stopped at the bottom to wait for the boat that was passing under the bridge at the current moment, perfect timing as far as the criminal leader was concerned.

He jerked to the left side, the path clear from obstacles.

"Get off me, asshole!" Zayn yelped suddenly, the other man's grip locked around him.

"He said hold onto something!" Louis defended, though let go of Zayn and grabbed Sophia, making sure that when the van tanked into the water that she wouldn't go under with it.

"Open the doors and hold on!" Harry instructed.

"Fuck no!" Louis answered, letting out a startled scream when wind was suddenly whipping at his hair again and pulling him back.

He took that moment to lean against the side with Sophia.

Zayn had opened the back, holding on to the other end for dear life.

"Louis, count down from twenty!" Harry commanded, the acceleration purring below his feet.

"No!" He closed his eyes, then thought better and opened him again.

"Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seven -holy fuck!" Zayn panicked, the end of the front wheels hitting down and then ascending upward at an angle.

"Holy smurf cookies! I want my -AAAAH!" Louis screamed and felt the van climate up further, the end of it coming up fast.

Louis saw flashes of his life fly before him, the very realization of how much he wanted to live at that second coming in too late.

The van took a literal flying leap off the bridge towards its watery grave, the occupants inside of the metal coffin bracing for the hard impact of the water as it moved closer and closer toward them.

"Fuck me!" Was all Louis got out before the van's upright angle slowly tilted.

If they made it, that was certainly going to leave a mark.

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