Did you guys know there are only...12 chapters left? I know...too fast. But the third book comes out a couple weeks after so, yea?

The last things I remembered weren't much.

I remember being shoved into a black van, and being gagged.

I remember him talking to Christa and Alex about bombings and planes, but I had no idea what they meant. I was slowly falling out of consciousness with every word they said.

HOURS LATER

I woke up really uncomfortable. All I was wearing was my camisole shirt, and my jeans had disappeared. Luckily I still had underwear on...

My wrists had rope around them and I couldn't move them. I pulled at the rope in order to free my wrists but it wasn't working.

"There's no use in trying to escape."

I heard his voice and tried harder to break free from the rope.

Konrad opened the door to the room I was locked in and I let out a squeal.

"Well someone's afraid." he chuckled.

"Get...away from me!" I shouted.

"Aha..." Konrad said, "I'd keep my voice down."

"Why!? So someone can't hear me and call the police?!"

"It won't matter. Even if someone finds you, it won't matter."

"Why huh?"

"Cause you'll be dead before anyone can get to you." he smirked.

"How are you so sure?! I could escape and kill you with my bare hands!" I said reminding him I was currently a black belt.

"Can you really?"

He pulled out a remote control and my breathing stopped.

"This button...will blow you to bits with one press." he said,"Attack, and I blow this entire house up."

"If Niall, your beloved boyfriend doesn't find you within the two week time limit I'm giving him, you and me are dying."

"A-Are you crazy?!" I stammered, "Why would you kill yourself just to kill me?!"

"Because you DESERVE IT!" he screamed, "I COULDN'T CARE LESS IF I DIE!"

I stopped talking after that.

Instead I began to cry.

Silently of course, because I never let my enemies see my emotional side.

"Now let me ask you, does this house look familiar to you?" he said moving closer to me. I used all my strength to back up away from him.

"Why would I..."

It felt like a hammer slammed into my chest. When I remembered what he meant, tears came faster than usual.

I looked at my bare arm, specifically at the long scar across it.

"The day you almost killed me..." I stammered.

HARRY

-THE DAY BEFORE-

I didn't go back to class. I couldn't get the way Mary looked at me out of my head. The way she knew I wanted to help, but yet I couldn't. And the entire school thought this was all a lock down drill, including Niall.

Who was probably the only person that could help me.

Once the bell rang I didn't leave the boy's bathroom. I continued to sit on the cold floor, paralyzed.

"Hello?"

The door opened to reveal the man I wanted to see.

Niall.

"Harry?!" Niall said, "Are you okay?"

He sat down next to me and pulled out his cell phone. I looked down at the screen and saw something terrifying.

He accidentally accepted a Face Time request. From Christa.

I would tell him to turn it off, but then she'd come after me.

I looked up at Niall and pulled a pencil out of my pocket.

"Ha--"

I clamped a hand over his mouth, signaling for him to be quiet. He gave me a strange look and but I ignored it and walked over to one of the stalls. I made sure I had his attention and began writing on it.

Mary was kidnapped by Konrad, Maggie, Christa, Jason, all of them. It was during the '"lock down". I wasn't supposed to tell you, or I'd die. I don't know where they are, but I know they have her somewhere.

The look on Niall's face settled it. He hated me.

"You knew, but you don't--"

I covered his mouth again and pointed down at his phone. He saw the Face Time in effect and he quickly shut it off.

After I erased the writing I faced my attention back to Niall.

"Niall I wanted to so badly but-"

I was interrupted when Niall punched me in the face. I slammed into the back of a stall from the impact. I wiped my nose and blood appeared on my sleeve.

"I probably deserved that..." I sighed, "And I know you probably think that dating her was part of the plan right?"

Niall tensed up getting ready to throw another a punch.

"It was at first!...But then I actually started to..."

Niall lowered his fist and just stared at me. After a long silence Niall spoke.

"I did the exact same thing..." he mumbled, "I got dared to ask her out, and I hated her. But then I fell in love..."

"But...I want her to be with you." I said. He shook his head and looked at me.

"What?"

"I don't even deserve a girl like her..." I mumbled realizing what I got myself into, "Konrad promised me so much, some I knew he couldn't give me."

"Like...?" Niall wanted more.

"He promised me success." I said, "That he'd find a way for me to make it out in the world."

"Harry, you can't fall for promises like that..." Niall sighed.

"I know now..." I muttered, ashamed.

"Look, I have to tell Liam and Zayn." Niall said coming over to me, "And...I'm sorry about your nose."

"No...I deserved it." I said, "If you tell Liam and Zayn, make sure you tell them to not tell anyone."

"Promise." Niall gave me a smile and exited the bathroom. I stood in place and closed my eyes. The cold end of the gun touched the side of my head.

"We warned you..." that too familiar voice said, "Follow me or die."

MARY

-PRESENT DAY-

"You remember..." he smirked at my weak state.

"Don't remind me..." I whimpered tears dangerously close to falling.

"Call him." he said.

"Who?" I asked.

"Niall." he grinned, "I want him to feel pressure."

~

"You say everything I tell you to..."

NIALL

I was about to call Liam and tell him about what Harry told me.

Oh by the way, how I'm feeling?

Afraid.

I've never been scared like this in my life.

My cellphone rang startling me. I looked at the caller ID and what I saw set my mood to terrified.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

I shakily answered the call.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Niall..." I heard a frightened voice on the other end.

That belonged to Mary. I almost had a heart attack.

"Mary! Where are you?!" I screamed.

"I-I can't tell you..." she said. I could tell she was crying, "You have two weeks."

"Two weeks till what?!" I cried.

"Until the bombs go off..." she whispered.

"He has the place bombed." I stated.

"I...don't call the police..." she whimpered, "He'll shoot me."

"I...I'll find you!" I cried, "I will!"

"Two...weeks..."

The phone hung up, leaving me with the feeling of a ton of boulders in my stomach.