The Fighter (AU/Punk)

Sages POV
I wake up to complete darkness. I reach out to feel my surroundings and am met with smooth wood. I trail my hands along the surface in confusion until it clicks. I'm in a box. I'm laying on my back and the box is too short and narrow for me to be in any other position. I feel my heart rate pick up at the tight space and I slam my hands against the top of the box, trying to get it to open. My efforts are futile.
"HELP!" I shriek hysterically. My breathing goes shallow. Oh my god what if they bury me alive! I feel like I can't breathe due to the space and a panic attack begins to set in. My head starts to feel light as I wheeze loudly. It feels like there is a weight on my chest as I try to count to ten to calm down.
One....two...three... Yeah fuck that that it isn't working. I run my fingers through my hair. I need to find a way out of here but my hands are shaking so horribly and I can barely breathe.
My eyes flutter shut and everything goes black... Again.

Harry's POV
I pull up to the small building and look at it. The concrete structure is made to withstand storms and the grey color reflects the dreariness of the sky. I nod to Louis and we both hop out of the car and approach the old building. I kick in the door and hold out my gun, prepared to shoot at a moments notice. I scan the small kitchen and living room and find nothing. I kick open another door and stare down the dark abyss of a staircase. I trek down and the steps creak loudly under my weight. Fucking steps.
I hear Louis begin to climb down after me as well. At the end of the steps there's a dark hallway. It smells like mold down here. I walk down one end of the hallway and Louis walks down the other way. There's only one door set right at the end. When I get to it I unlock it and throw it open, my heart pounding at whatever could be in the room. The second I walk in my gun is kicked out of my hand. I look up in shock to see Zayn staring at me.
"Harry?" He asks and puts his hands down right before I punch him in the face.
"What the fuck!?" He shouts and clutches his jaw.
"I could be asking you the same question!" I say angrily and punch his stomach. He keels over in pain. "How the fuck could you betray me like that!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Zayn groans.
"You had that bastard attack Sage you fucker!" I say and kick him while he's down.
"What the hell Harry," he groans again and rolls on the floor. "I've been trying to help you find him!"
"Then why didn't you show up at Liam's to search?" I ask.
"They fucking kidnapped me and brought me here on my way out the door!" He exclaims.
"Who kidnapped you?" I ask and lower my fists.
"I don't know!" Zayn said. "But Harry, they have Sage."
What? No. I took her home. She's safe.
"Sage is safe," I say to assure myself.
"Harry they threw her in here with me and took her out about a bit ago, I haven't seen her since," Zayn says sadly.
"No," I say in disbelief. This can't be happening. I swore to protect her and now she's in danger, again.
"It was the guy who attacked her, he had two others with him," Zayn slowly gets to his feet, still clutching his stomach.
"Shit," I mumble and storm out of the room.
"Harry thank god," Louis exclaims as I push open the door at the other end of the hallway, discovering that it leads outside. The rain beats down on the pavement and I step out into it.
"What the fuck?" I ask as I take in the sight in front of me. Louis is crouched over Niall who is tied up and stuck between two trash cans. Louis pulls the gag out of Nialls mouth and sets to work on getting the ropes off his wrist.
"What the hell happened Niall?" I shout over the rain.
"I'm not really sure," Niall says. Louis frees his wrists and Niall rubs the raw skin. "Liam and I showed up here and he flipped out."
"Liam?" I ask and run my fingers through my sopping curls in frustration.
"Yeah mate," Niall says and gets to his feet. "He left me here then sped off in his car."
Is Liam with Sage? Did he betray my trust instead of Zayn? The frustration and anxiety build inside of me and I pace back and forth in the alley before I lash out and punch the trash can, leaving a dent.
"What the fuck," I mumble and stalk back into the building, the boys trailing behind me.

Sages POV
I jolt shoves my body up and I wake up once again. My head pounds with a migraine. Okay, focus. I can hear rain beating down so were still under the storm somewhere and I can feel the occasional bump in the road. I'm in a box in a car. I thought they were just going to put me in a trunk but I guess they did their research. Whoever they were they know about my hatred for tight spaces. I slide my hands slowly and methodically along the top of the box, searching for any cracks or weak spots. I groan when I find nothing.
Plan B it is then.
I kick the top of the box with all the strength I hear whatever is keeping it shut rattle. I kick again and press my hands to the top at the same time, feeling it move up. Okay I can do this. I push the claustrophobia to the back of my mind and keep kicking, each time using more and more force. After a while I hear something snap and grin to myself. With one final heave I push the top away. I reach up again, this time almost fully extending my arms, until I hit carpet. Now I'm in a trunk.
I look for the glowing escape release but don't see any. Shit. Okay. I channel my inner gymnast and raise myself out of the box and into the actual trunk, sucking in my stomach to slip through the space. My chest grazes along the top of the trunk and my hair gets caught behind me. I yank it out forcefully and land behind the box on the lid and feel for any objects that might be back here. My hand connects with something metal and cylindrical. I pick it up and feel for any sort of buttons. Finding one, I press it, and light illuminates the trunk. Flashlight, score. Using the flashlight I scan over the other contents of the trunk and my heart begins to pound in fear. A shovel is shoved in the back, bleach, work gloves, nails, a hammer, and a shit ton of rope. It looks like they're going to bury me after all.
I know Daniel said I had a death wish, and until this moment, I thought I did. I've never really cared whether I lived or died. I've had guns trained on my chest and never felt the fear that a normal person would. But right now, in the large trunk of this car, staring at all the tools one would need to torturously dispose of me, I'm scared to die. The need for survival hasn't left me yet. Tears well in my eyes as the realization sets in. There are three of them, all over twice my weight. They probably have guns and are not afraid to use them. Sure, I'm a good fighter, and I've been trained as a cop, but I don't like those odds. I have a sinking feeling that this will be the last fight I ever get in to, and that I'm going to lose.
I grab the hammer and curl it to my chest. I'm not going to get out of this trunk until they let me, and they may end up taking me down, but I'm sure as hell taking one of them down with me.

Notes

Ahh what's gonna happen?!
Questions:
DO YOU THINK LIAM IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS OR ZAYN?
WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN WHEN SAGE GETS OUT OF THE TRUNK?
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