thirty-seven || bloody knuckles

the song for this chapter is "Wishuwell," by Ghostboi, and I HIGHLY suggest you play it, I suggest playing it around Harry's second POV ;) 






Harry




      My blood boiled for the entirety of the trip back to the house. Abel stayed glued to his laptop the entire drive, furiously typing on his laptop and hacking into different security cameras. Niall stayed silent, though his own anger was seen simply by his knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly.


  We were about five minutes from the house when Abel finally spoke up.


   "I got it."


  I leaned forward in my seat, craning my neck in order to see his screen. My heart faltering for a bit when my eyes finally focused on the security tape playing.


   There she was, my beautiful Tate. I'm sure that she thought that the most beautiful things in the market that day were the flowers, but she was wrong.


      The most beautiful thing in the market that day was her. 


  I watched on the fuzzy security footage as she strolled through the different rows of flowers, so effortlessly stunning. My heart lurched as it hit me yet again that when we got to the house, she wouldn't be there. I gripped the back of Abel's seat tightly as thoughts about her swam around in my mind.


   Suddenly, a man appeared in the corner of the screen. I watched as he walked up to Tate, and they bumped into each other. I gritted my teeth as I watched the interaction. Of course, to the untrained eye, this would have looked like a complete accident. But I had enough knowledge and experience to know that their collision was completely intentional. 


   Abel paused the screen when he had a clear view of the man's face, and zoomed in. He clicked a few buttons and suddenly, a scanner appeared on the screen, and I watched as various codes and tabs flew across the screen.


      But then everything stopped, and a single file illuminated the screen. 


   Darren Kent.


   "Who the fuck is Darren Kent? One of Quinton's men?" I asked, disgust dripping off my lips as I spoke his name. 


    "No, I don't think so. I am guessing he has something to do with the third party threats we were receiving for Tate and her mother though. There's nothing about his work on the file, just his basic personal information, and some aliases. I can try and run his name and aliases through flight records and hotel guest lists and stuff like that to try and pin possible locations," Abel sighed, reaching up and adjusting his glasses.


   I turned my head away from Abel when the car began to slow to a stop, and it honestly felt like my heart was going to slow to a stop as well.


   The front door to the safehouse was wide open, and even from the car, I could make out the bloody handprint on the door. 


  Niall turned off the car and we all silently began to get out. Will was right behind us, already out of his car, and just staring at the bloody door in disbelief. 


   I was the first one to start moving towards the door, and the rest of the boys followed shortly after. The closer I got, the more blood I could see. Streaks of red dribbled down from the handprint on the door, the blood still fresh. This just further made my heart twist in my chest, as I realized how close we were to almost saving her. 


    I pushed the door open and it slowly creaked open, revealing even more blood. It was all across the floor, and I couldn't help but wonder whether this was from the man that Tate shot, or if it was from her. 


   The rest of the boys entered the house and we all took in the sight before us. The broken vase of flowers that Tate had got at the market place was scattered across the floor, some of the petals tinted a crimson color from the blood. 


   I think that if I clenched my fists any harder, I would pierce the skin. 


     I walked over to the stairs, about to go check out the damage in her room, and to see if any clues were left behind when I saw the knife on the floor.


    I felt as though I were fourteen all over again. That was the last time I had lost someone that I cared about, and it wasn't any easier the second time around. 


   I bent done and picked up the bloody knife, once again wondering who's blood was on my hands. 


   "Harry, I'm gonna run these names through the system, okay?" Abel suddenly spoke. I didn't even bother turning around, I just nodded my head slowly in response, and then heard his footsteps receding. 


    I slumped down onto my knees, still clutching the knife in my hand. 


   I heard footsteps, and then a hand on my shoulder.


  "We are gonna find her, Styles. Abel is the best guy in the business, he will have a location on those bastards any minute now," Will's voice spoke.


  I didn't respond and I heard him let out a sigh, before dropping down on the ground next to me, not caring about the blood that was bound to get on his clothes.    


  "Listen to me, Harry, you are one of the best assassins in the fucking world. You are gonna tear these little shitheads limb from limb. And I will help you. We are going to take our sweet time with them," he spoke, and I couldn't stop the smirk from spreading across my face, I peered up to find a similar expression on his face. 


    He was right. I had killed more people than I could count, we both had, and we had done it in numerous ways. But when I killed the people who took Tate, my sweet and beautiful Tate, I was going to develop a new method of murder.


   Suddenly, Abel ran into the room with Niall, both of them out of breath, Abel's laptop opened up in his hands.


    "I found them."






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Tate


  


      I cried for I don't even know how long. All I know is, the only reason that I stopped crying was that I physically couldn't produce any more tears.


    I sat with my head hung low, staring at the dried blood on my lap. 


   The sound of the door creaking up again nearly caused me to make the chair fall over.


      Much to my dismay, two men walked into the room, and once they made their way into the light, I identified them as Vince and the unnamed man.


   I audibly gulped as they approached me, both of them wearing devious grins on their lips.


   Vince had a medical wrap around his shoulder, that was stained red, accompanied by his white tank top. 


 "Tate, long time no see! Sorry that Joshua and Tom couldn't be here, Joshua had to help Tom remove the bullet from his knee," Vince sneered.


   I tilted my head back down, focusing my eyes on the floor.


  "Thanks, by the way, for this little momento of our time together. Don't worry, I will be more than happy to give you a few scars of your own," he continued.


   A hand suddenly jutted out and jerked my chin up roughly, and I was forced to look up into the infuriated eyes of Vince. He squeezed my jaw so tightly that I could feel his fingernails digging into my flesh, and I winced in pain as he squeezed one of the cuts the unnamed man had left on my face earlier.


   "What the hell do you want to know?" I hissed, trying to tear away from his grasp.


 The unnamed man took a few steps forward, rolling his eyes.


  "Tate, I know that you aren't stupid. You have proved thus far to be quite intelligent. You know that we are after the same thing that you and Styles have been running all over Europe for...access to the software," he stated.


   "I don't know how to access it," I lied. "Besides, if you are so powerful, why do you need the software anyway?" I hummed.


   The man scoffed. "Because Tate, that software belongs to my boss," he replied firmly.


    I furrowed my eyebrows at him.


 "We've been trying to chase your damn family down for years. We just found out your uncle had moved here a few weeks ago, he's been hiding just like your father, we located your mother and you shortly after Styles did. Your dad and his partner stole that software from my boss, and my boss is very anxious to get his hands back on it," he continued. 


  "What do you mean my uncle has been hiding? They only moved here because my aunt was tired of the big city life, and what partner?" I mumbled, Vince's grip on my jaw still firm.


  The unnamed man and Vince both chuckled, only leaving me more perplexed.


  "That's the thing, the boss never did say who his partner was. Maybe he was already dead, and so that's why he had us go after your family, I don't know, and to be honest, I don't really give a shit. And as for your uncle, that's what he wanted you to believe. A few years after your father's disappearing act, we went after your uncle to see if your father had left the password to the software with him, we left some very threatening messages, and next thing we know, they've moved. Your uncle didn't move to get a change of scenery, he moved to save his own life. And your mother has been doing the same damn thing."


   My heart lurched at the mention of my mother, and I felt my eyes going wide.


  The two men seemed to be very amused at my shock to the information they were telling me, and it only fueled them further.


  "What? Did you seriously think it was your mother's dream to be a maid? No, she made connections and got a job at that apartment complex because of its high-level security systems. It wasn't a residence that just anyone could get into. You needed a key card and had to go through multiple steps in order to be admitted residence there, and any and all guests had to be announced and fill out a form. Your whole family has been hiding from us for years, and you didn't even know it," he mused, and I felt my stomach churning at his words.


    I couldn't believe that my mother would keep something like this from me, we told each other everything


   I was unable to form a reply, I just sat there with a blank expression while my jaw remained firmly grasped between Vince's rough fingers.


   "Well, now that we are all caught up, I see that you still need some persuasion. So, Vince, have at it," the unnamed man spoke out, clapping his hands together and rubbing them back and forth as if this was such a treat for him to have a young girl beaten up.


    "With pleasure," Vince grinned, removing his hand from my face momentarily, only to bring his fist back and collide it harshly with my jaw, causing my vision to go blurry.


   The pain seared throughout my face, and I felt my eyes begin to sting. I glanced up and felt my blood go cold when I saw Vince pulling a knife out of his pocket.


   "Aw, what's wrong? I thought you liked knives! I was thinking we could have matching scars! Wouldn't that just be adorable," he spoke in a demented voice.


   I shook my head back and forth furiously, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest as he approached me with the knife. He grabbed the neck of my jumper and yanked it to the side, exposing my right shoulder.


   He brought the knife to my skin and lightly traced it around, maintaining eye contact with me the whole time.


   "I would say that this isn't going to hurt, but I don't like to lie. This is going to hurt like hell," he muttered, before piercing my skin with the knife and making a gash in it.


  I let out a blood-curdling scream, the pain making me nearly pass out.


   My eyes briefly flitted to the side of the room, where the unnamed man was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, smirking at me in amusement.


    My attention was brought back to Vince when he suddenly pushed the knife deeper into the new wound, twisting it around a little bit and causing me to shriek in agony.  


  "Please, stop. Please," I muttered, even though I knew it was pointless.


    "No can do, cupcake. I could do this all day. Either you tell us something useful, or I'm going to keep tearing you apart. I could think of some other ways to make you break as well," Vince murmured, looking me up and down suggestively.


   I think I would rather be sliced with the knife a hundred times than have to go through what he was implying. 


     Although I suppose it didn't really matter anymore, from the looks of it, I would be dead regardless of if I told them anything or not.


     As the knife continued to twist around in my skin, I screamed out the name of the one person that I needed most right now, hoping and praying that somehow, he would hear me.


  "Harry!"




***********


Harry


   We grabbed all of the weapons that we needed and immediately piled into the car, beginning the journey to save Tate.


   Abel located Darren's hideout in an old office building about thirty minutes away, but I was determined to get there in twenty minutes, and Niall didn't bother protesting. He kept his foot firmly pressed down on the gas the whole time, going well over the speed limit.


  Will and I sat in the back, not saying a word. The only sound heard the entire drive was Abel occasionally telling Niall when to turn.


     Lucky for us, the abandoned office building was in a very remote location, it was an area of town that was due to be torn down in order to use the land to build a new apartment complex and a few restaurants and shops. 


   But for now? It was just us, which was perfect, because that way, no one would be able to hear the screams of the people that I was about to kill. 


   We pulled up an old gravel lot, and Niall parked the car behind the old worn down building, which was beginning to deteriorate. 


   I hated that my baby was being kept in a place like this. And I hated to think of what had been done to her. 


   I jumped out of the car as soon as Niall parked, Will following closely behind. I went to the trunk of the car and popped it open, and Will and I began stuffing our pockets with weapons.


   I attached a set of throwing knives to my belt, placed one of my pistols into the holster, and stuffing another one through my belt loop.


   I then grabbed my favorite automatic machine gun and slung the strap around my shoulder.    


Abel and Niall walked over to where we were, and I peered at them for a moment, before reaching into the trunk and grabbing two guns, tossing one to each of them.


  Niall caught his easily and put it in his back pocket, but I couldn't help but chuckle as Abel fumbled to catch it, and then held it out in front of him in horror.


   "Relax, Abel. The safety is on. I know you usually don't do the shooting, but we have no idea what is waiting for us inside those walls. I need you two to help with getting Tate out of there. I would like for her to witness as little of what I am about to do as possible," I explained. 


    "We will cover you, Abel, it's just a safety precaution," Will explained. 


Abel let out a shaky breath and nodded, slipping the gun into his back pocket and then adjusting his glasses.  


  "Everybody ready?" I asked, and I watched as all of them nodded in reply.


   "Alright then, let's go."


 I marched up to the back door of the place and grabbed the door handle, not surprised to find that it was locked.


   "Pick," I simply stated, holding out my hand, and soon, Will had placed a metal lock pick in the palm of my hand.


   I stuck the pick in the lock, twisting it around for a few seconds before I heard the lock drop.


  I opened the door and stepped inside, the rest of the boys following closely behind me. I reached into my holster and grabbed the first pistol, and then got the second one as well, flipping the safety off of them both.


    I turned to the other boys and signaled for them to do the same. Niall and Will grabbed their guns and flipped the safety off quickly, while Abel fumbled around for a bit, and I swear that I saw his hands shaking. 


   "Shit man! Be fucking careful with that!" I heard a deep voice yell out. 


I followed the noise down the hall, until I stopped at a closed-door, listening until I heard more noise.


     As I was about to open the door, I heard a blood-curdling scream.


Tate's scream.


I looked up at Will and he nodded at me. Mouthing, "I've got this, you go get her." 


   "Abel, stay here with Will. Niall, you come with me," I instructed, so quiet that I could barely hear myself speak. 


   Niall followed closely behind me as we followed the sound of Tate's screams up a flight of stairs. At the end of the stairway, I could see a door, and I had no doubt that my girl was behind it.


   As we were almost at the top, I heard her voice yell out in agony again.


   "Harry!"


   My heart shattered at the sound of her voice, and I hadn't felt that kind of pain since the night that my mother died. 


    I stopped in front of the door and looked back at Niall, who nodded for me to go on.


 I placed my hand on the doorknob and twisted it, kicking the door open.


  Two men jolted up and turned to face me, both of their eyes wide.


   And there, tied up to a chair, sat Tate, blood pouring out of her skin and dripping down her face.


   "What the fu-" the man closest to Tate began, but before he could finish, I aimed one of my guns down at his foot and pulled the trigger, sending him crashing to the floor, screaming in pain.


   The other man went to pull a gun out of his pocket, but I was quicker than he was, and I aimed the other gun at his hand, sending a bullet flying through the air and into his hand. 


  "Niall, get her!" I screamed, and he took off towards Tate, and I don't think I had ever seen her look so relieved, even more so than the day that I saved her from that man in the park. 


  Niall bent down and pulled out a knife, quickly cutting the ropes off of her body. Tate's arms slumped down by her side and she looked too weak to even move, so Niall scooped her up in his arms and began to walk towards the door. 


   Tate looked up at Niall and then up at me, and right before Niall exited the room I heard her mumble out a sentence.


   "I knew you would come."


    I smiled weakly at her as Niall exited the room and began to walk down the stairs, leaving me alone to deal with these two bastards.


   "Styles, how lovely of you to join us! We were just getting to know your little girlfriend," chuckled the man whose hand I had just shot, as he slumped against the wall, clutching his hand in pain. 


   It was Darren.


    His voice alone was enough to make me snap, and I reached the gun up and fired another bullet at his shin, causing him to scream out in anguish.


   I then made my way to the man on the floor, bending down and gripping his shirt collar, pulling him towards me.


 "So, you like hurting women, do you?" I hissed.


   Before he had a chance to answer, I dropped his body to the ground, pulling out some of the throwing knives from my belt, and squatting down next to him.


   "You feel powerful causing pain to someone who can't fight back? Do you like hearing them scream? Well, I like hurting bastards like you, and I'm about to make you sing."


   And with that I grabbed one of the knives and jammed it into his stomach, quickly snatching another one and digging it into the top of his shoulder, before dragging it all the way down his arm.  


    I heard Darren shuffling around and I didn't even need to look up before I reached my hand up and fired the gun at him, hearing him howl as the bullet pierced his scream, never tearing my eyes away from the man on the ground.


  I took another one of the knives and pinned his opposite arm down onto the ground, ignoring his attempts to writhe away from me, and bringing the knife down onto his hand, beginning to cut into his pinky.


   "This little piggy went to the market," I began, using a sick and twisted tone as I chopped off his pinky finger, "This little piggy stayed home," I then sliced off the next. 


  "This little piggy had roast beef," I continued, slicing off his middle finger, "This little piggy had none," off went his index finger. 


   I clutched his thumb harshly and made eye contact with him.


  "And this little piggy cried wee wee wee, all the way home," and with that, I sliced off his thumb.


  The blood was spurting out of his hand everywhere, turning my own hand a bright crimson color, but I wasn't done yet.


   I grabbed one of his fingers off of the floor and brought it up to his mouth, using my free hand to grip his jaw, squeezing his mouth open.


   I shoved the finger into his mouth and pushed it so far back that he began to choke on it. He made estranged noises as he attempted to spit it out and I rolled my eyes in annoyance.


  "I think I've heard enough from you, you are boring me," I sighed, before prying his mouth open wider and pulling out his tongue, slicing it off and pushing it back into his throat so that he could choke on his own blood.  


   After he struggled for a few minutes, I brought another knife up to his throat, slicing it, but not enough to kill him instantly, just enough so that he would slowly bleed out and have the painful death that he deserved.


    I clutched the remaining knives in my hand and stood up, walking over to Darren, before bending down and jerking him up, slamming him against the wall.


  "Who the fuck do you work for?" I seethed through my gritted teeth.


  "I work for the man who you stole that fucking software from," he spat back.


  I grimaced in disgust at him. "I don't know who or what the fuck you are talking about. Give me a name," I demanded. 


   The man rolled his eyes, and I pulled him back, only to slam his head against the wall.


"Tell me!" I screamed.


 "It's no use Styles, I'm sure you will find out soon enough, although, by the time you do, your pretty little girlfriend will probably be dead already," he sneered, and at this point, I had heard just about enough from him and decided it was time to give him the brutal death that he deserved.


     I brought one of the knives up to his face and jammed it into his cheek, slicing it open, before doing the same to the other cheek.


   Keeping with my theme of classic sayings, I had a fun idea of how to cause him pain.


 I brought the knife up to one of his ears, slicing it off, and then did the same to the other ear.


  "Hear no evil," I muttered, before bringing the knife up to his eyes.


  I jammed the knife into each of them, and the pain screamed out in agony.


  "See no evil."


And last, but not least, I pried open his mouth, and sliced off his tongue, shoving it into the back of his throat, just as I had done with his worthless piece of shit accomplice who was bleeding out on the floor.


  "Speak no evil." 


   At this point, I was soaked in blood, My whole body was wet with it and I felt streams of it dripping down my face. I had no doubt that I looked like an absolute monster.


   I then brought one of the guns out and aimed it at his dick, stepping back so that I could fire the gun at it.


  "You stopped being a man the second you put your hands on a woman. So, I see no need for you to have that anymore," I chuckled.


    And finally, I brought the knife back up to his throat, slicing it ever so slightly so that his death would be slow and painful just like the other man's.


  I let his body slump down to the floor, smirking as I heard him choking on his tongue and blood. 


  I bent down and lifted up one of the guns, before proceeding to bash his head in, just as I had done to that man in the park. I eventually put the gun in my back pocket and just used my fists, beating him until my own knuckles began to bleed. I stopped before I killed him though, he didn't deserve to have his misery put to an end, he deserved to have his end be misery. 


 And with that, I stood up, glancing down at my blood-covered body, a smug grin appearing on my face, and I began to walk out of the room and back down the stairs, leaving a trail of crimson footprints behind me. 


   As soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw Will and Abel walking down the hall.


"Did you...?" Will trailed off, raising an eyebrow at me.


    "Yep. And you?" I asked.


"Yep, Abel shot one of them in the shoulder," he replied proudly, slapping Abel on the back.


  I grinned. "Proud of you bud," I replied, and Abel beamed up at me.


   "Where's Niall?" I asked.


 "He's already in the car with Tate, we need to get her back to the house and check on her wounds. I'll come back after we get her home and get rid of the bodies. Then, I think it's about time we get the fuck out of here," Will answered, and I nodded my head in agreement.


   The three of us exited the building, satisfied grins on our faces, mine probably being the most satisfied of all because I knew that we had done it. We had gotten Tate back.


   We had saved my girl.










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