Lyod's P.O.V
Where is he? Where the hell is he?
I woke up when I heard his scream. I knew he didn't trust me. Not one bit. Not after what I told them in the house. I know I had lied to him in the car but I had to. Mr. Skale told me. And I did whatever he told me to do. He told me Harry was hard to deal with alone. He would react in impossible ways. That's why I told him that his father was murdered. And then, in front of his friends, I told him the truth. So that he wouldn't do anything stupid teenagers do.
I know he wouldn't like me after that. So I stayed quiet. And when I told them to sleep, I meant it. I didn't tell anyone to keep a look out. If that was what I'd said, then I'd be the one to have done that. Not him.
And now we were walking. Trying to find him. I could tell his friends were worried. I could tell that they'd prefer me gone, not him. That asthma kid, who fought with him earlier, even he looked eager to find him. I knew who had taken him. Well, I knew two people who could.
Either it was Martin - that psychopathic infected who's got all the other infected under him. Like a whole new community. Their plan? To make a world with no one who doesn't have the virus. That's their genius plan. Idiots.
But the other made me more worried. What if Bryce was the one who found him? If it was him then...I'll have a hard time winning. He knows what he's doing. I do too. But he's got his group under him. What've I got? Two teens who I doubt will listen to me.
I needed to find Harry. He needs to be safe. No one's his friend here. And me? I want to help him but he says otherwise.
"Where the hell are we going?" That asthma boy (I think his name's Jaden?) spat, "Do you even know what we're doing?"
I sighed, rolling my eyes, "I know better then you, kid."
He swore under his breath, kicking at dirt. I ignored him, trying to clear my head to think.
Who's more likely to kidnap Harry? That's obvious Bryce. But... I was sure to stay inconspicuous. Wasn't I? I made sure that he doesn't find out. It couldn't be him. Not yet anyway. Martin was another story. His people, no matter how dumb, were appointed everywhere. In the country. Those idiots chasing us before were his men. I knew that the moment I saw them firing in the air instead at us. Maybe they followed us? Maybe one of them told Martin? That could be an even bigger possibility. It had to be him, alright.
"I know who took him." I declared, staring at a monkey bar. Blood on one of its pole-thing.
"Oh really?" Jaden scoffed, "Who is it then Sherlock?"
"It's Martin." I said, a-matter-of-factly.
"Like I'm supposed to know who that is!" Jaden snapped.
I didn't say anything. The girl looking at me with sad expectant eyes. I look at her to answer instead. She hadn't spoken since Harry had disappeared.
"He's the leader of the infected. They're bound to have him."
She nods, looking at the blood painted on that swing-thing.
"Then, let's go get him! What are you waiting for? An invitation?" That Jaden just didn't know when to shut up.
"It's not that easy." I mutter. "We don't have rotten skin and dumb brains," I look up at Jaden, "Well, I guess you have one of them but what about the rotten skin...?"
Jaden frowned, "Rotten skin?"
I look at the Nickie girl, her eyes finally rose at me, "Umm, kid, You know how to do... makeup?"
She nodded.
Jaden yelled, "What rotten skin!? Cuz, you hearing any of this?"
"It's settled then," I clap my hands together, failing to act excited, "I know where we're going!"
"Where?" Nickie asked.
"The cosmetics shop," I answer like it's obvious, "You know how to do makeup right?"
"Not if it's complicated." She answered. Jaden nodded in agreement.
I sigh, "Zombie make up isn't that hard. Learn it on the way."
I started heading towards the closest mall, they should be filled with cosmetics, I bet. I... hope.
*****
Harry's P.O.V
I woke up with a gasp, this time my head resting on a much softer thing. A pillow. I was laying in a bed. I sat up, trying to remember how I ended up in a... hotel room? Everything was flooding inside me, Bryce, Mark and (surprise, surprise!) I have no idea where I am. Why I'm here.
I had the dream again. Same stupid nightmare. I was starting to think I've got serious issues.
I get up from the bed, walking up to the door. Locked. Knew it.
Sighing, I walked to the bathroom mirror. That's when I saw it. Myself. In the mirror. My face was bloodied and bruised. Getting beaten up is something I'm not used to. My lips were cut, blood crusted on it. My cheeks, bruised. Basically I looked like shit. I turned on the tap, cold water running through it. I threw water on my face, even though it was stinging my face, it still felt soothing. I looked in the mirror, somehow, looking way better then before. The dust and wounds washed away. Except for a several cut and a faded bruise. But that's fine.
The door opened behind me and I turned. Bryce looking at me grinning, Mark behind him as if he was his bodyguard.
"Oh good, you're awake!" I noticed Bryce's thick British accent. It suited him.
I stared at him, my eyes darting for a weapon, something to defend myself with. I didn't know about him but I didn't like our previous encounter. More punching then talking.
"Won't you thank me for providing you such an extravagant room?" He walked closer. I took a hesitant step backwards, towards my weapon. A golf club displayed on the wall.
"What do you want from me?" I said, buying time to reach closer to the club.
He laughed, "Nothing in particular. But now, instead of Lyod, you'll be coming with us."
"Do I have an option?" I asked.
"Not really."
Even if I do hit Bryce, what about that big guy? I needed him out. Somehow.
"Can I have some water?"
Bryce snapped his fingers, Mark immediately leaving to fetch some. That was good.
"How do you know Lyod?" I muttered, "You've been stalking him or something?"
Bryce boomed in laughter again. "Why would I stalk my own twin brother?"
I froze, forgetting my plan. What..?
"But his name..." I began.
"Is Lyod Warren," He finished, "Of course it is. That's his middle name. Lyod Warren Saige."
I winced, so which was the evil brother? Three guesses.
"He wanted you safe. To take you to 'safeplace', that's a code I think. There is no safe place. The world is wrecked, you expect you'll be safe?" He smirked, "Some of us people want the world like this. It's.... you won't understand. But it's got more advantages for me. I can do whatever I want. People can do whatever they want to. Now that there is no order. And I want it that way, Harry. I want to be the leader."
I stared, "Why me? What do you want with me?"
"You're the password." He grinned, "You are the key, Harry. The entry. If Lyod gets you, that means he'll get the cure. And I can't let that happen now can I?"
I should have never mistrusted Lyod. He was only helping the world. But why should I be the one in the middle. Why did dad do that? Why would he need to do that?
Without thinking, I took out my frustration, grabbing the club before Bryce could react and I hit him wham on the forehead, making him stumble on the floor.
He deserved it.
A sick man.