David's breath started laboring, his face turning slight blue due to lack of oxygen, as he saw Zayn loosing his calm, becoming an incarnation of devil himself in mere seconds.

Zayn looked around, knowing fully well that he had to be fast; because this time, it was just not him, it was his friends' life too which depended on his decisions.

He ran towards the front door, picking up a thick wooden log on his way. He hastily locked it from outside and then crouched down; knowing that only locking won't help as the policemen had already damaged hinges; he placed he thick log in the small space between the door and the floor, so the door can not open.

As if on cue, the commotion inside increased, indicating that the policemen must have come downstairs.

Zayn checked his back pocket for his mobile, a low grunt leaving his lips as he found it immensely damaged.

"David, you know how to drive?" Zayn asked, dashing towards where David was, a thoughtful look on his face.

David looked up at the tense form of Zayn before slowly speaking in a hoarse voice, "Y-Yes."

"Get the fuck up then, and get fucking lost to Chesire. On your way, call this media house and tell them about all this-" Zayn threw his wallet at him, before continuing- "It has all that you will need. When you reach Cheshire, you find Mason's; and inform about all this." Zayn threw a key and his wallet at his direction.

"Wh-Who are Mason's?" David asked perplexed, to which Zayn simply threw a nasty snarl in his direction.

"You will know. Now go. Red car, near the old oak tree. And change the name plate once you get to a safe place. The spare one is under the back seat."

David quickly stood up and dashed away from the place, towards the car.

"Time for the real pain." Zayn thought to himself as he saw David dashing away, and sighed, before heading over to a dead policeman's body who still had his fingers on the trigger of his gun.

He stared at the man for a while, then lifted the man's hand up and wrapped his own fingers around the man's finger and put pressure on the trigger, with the policeman's finger still in between the trigger and his own finger ( so as not to leave any fingerprint and doubts) and shot his left leg, to make policemen think that he was shot during a failed attempt of getting away.

He groaned in pain and fell down on the ground, clutching his own leg in agony. A trail of tears trickled down his cheeks as the pain only intensified as the seconds ticked by.

The front door of the mansion flung open, then, and several heavily armed policemen swarmed out of the mansion; only to stop dead in their tracks as they paled on seeing so many dead bodies of their comrades lying on the ground, and debris of blown up car.

"Fuck man, who came here, exactly?" One of them exclaimed and as if on cue, Zayn let out a small moan of pain as it became hard to bear it.

The second their eyes fell upon his vulnerable form, lying on the ground, whimpering in agony; they sucked in a sharp breath, almost not believing that it was Zayn Malik, the most notorious criminal out there; lying there, in front of their eyes.

Another deep agony filled whimper ripped out of his mouth, which made them snap out of their daze.

Clearing his throat then, the in charge of the mission, Officer Norman composed himself, before barking out the orders.

"What are you waiting for? Get a hold of him! Right now!"

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Zayn was dragged and taken to hospital as soon as possible because the blood just won't stop flowing.

All the while, his unaware friends were ambushed and taken back to London, only to be thrown into the jail.

Media caught the whiff of it pretty soon after that.

"How?! Tell me, goddammit, just how?! How they knew?!" Officer Norman yelled at his subordinates, "Did I not tell you to make sure that this shit of a media is out of the loop!" He banged his fist on the table, "Did I not make myself clear! Do you know the consequences! Now their whole crew knows about their men being here in the police station! They will blow this place up, for all I know, to get their men back!"

"Sir, we-we did our best! I can ass-"

"I do not want your assurance!" Officer Norman growled at him, "Increase the security around the prison, keep an eye on them."

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"I am still fucking dazed."

A low murmur from Shawn in the dingy prison made three pair of eyes snap towards him.

Liam sighed at him, moving closer to the left corner, where he was sitting with his knees close to his chest.

"We all are."

Liam patted his back, throwing a small, tight lipped smile in his direction; though, despite of the calm exterior he put on, his insides were churning with only one thought in his mind: "What must Amanda be thinking of me?"

It was quiet for some seconds after that; every single one of them deep in thoughts.

Harry, lying on a makeshift bed placed against the wall of the prison, was constantly thinking of a way out. It had been a day since they were thrown here, in this god forsaken place and he had figured out the pattern of the way things worked here. Who came on duty? When they left? How much time they were given to be alone, with no supervision?- everything they needed to make an escape plan, he had memorized.

Distinct footsteps and a few wolf whistles by the other prisoners around them attracted their attention. Louis looked at Harry with a raised as if silently asking : Who it must be?

"Must be some nurse, heard some fucktards got into a fight with each other." Liam said with a shrug, eyeing the prisoners with disgust as they smirked and murmured amongst each other like dogs, while they stared at the nurse or whoever was coming.

"Enough, now!" He bellowed at them, still none of them bothering to get up and see who the woman was exactly, or if it was even a woman or not.

The place quietened down instantly, as the prisoners cowered back for they knew who he was and what he was capable of.

"You got a firm hold of their leashes, Payne." Louis commented with an amused smile on his face to which Liam simply replied with a smirk.

Though, what they didn't notice was how the footsteps outside suddenly increased in pace, indicating the person was running now. The footsteps, now loud and clear, just stopped in front of their prison.

"Liam!"

A familiar voice rung in the atmosphere, making them freeze.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise and he snapped his neck towards the source of the voice; his heart beating louder than ever as he saw her, standing outside the prison; her fingers wrapped around the bars and her brown eyes glistening, staring at her friend behind the bars.

"Cynthia..."

A/N: Hello there :) I hope you liked the update :) So what do you expect to happen in the next chapter? What are your thoughts on Zayn's character? And, of course, what do you think of Harry's odd behavior?

Please do tell me in comments :)

Thank you for reading xD