The Fighter (AU/Punk)

Zayns POV
I hop into the back of Harry's car with Niall who is still glaring at me distrustfully. I sigh as Harry starts the car.
"We need to find Liam," Harry says and begins driving through the onslaught of rain.
"We need to find Sage," I demand.
"If we find Liam I'm assuming we will find Sage," Harry replies angrily.
"Shouldn't finding the girl you love be more important than finding some guy you want to have revenge on," I bite.
"Shut the fuck up Zayn!" Harry shouts at me angrily. "I still don't know if I even trust you and you're lucky that I didn't kill you when I had the fucking chance!"
"Why wouldn't you trust me? I was locked in that shithole room and was taken before I could go meet up with you guys!" I shout back.
"Explain the disposable phone," Louis pipes up.
Oh fucking shit they found that.
"God dammit I use that to call my family," I groan.
"That doesn't even make sense!" Niall says.
"Oh really?" I reply angrily. "I'm in a fucking gang, my parents are not exactly poor. I don't want people tracing me back to them so I'm taking precautions!"
They all go silent.
"That actually does make sense..." Louis mumbles.
I lean back in relief. That lie actually worked.
"Well Zayn you still have one more thing to explain to me," Harry says calmly.
"What's that?" I ask.
"Why exactly was the last thing you searched on your laptop, the address where we found you?" Harry asks.
I take a deep breath before answering. "I've been doing some research on the guy who attacked Sage, and I found a name. Butler Johnson. But everyone calls him Butch. I found an address in his name, that address. I was on my way to tell you guys when these three guys ambushed me."
"How did you find him?!" Harry exclaims.
"It took fucking forever but basically I made a list of people who would hate you enough to risk you killing them for revenge, but not enough to take you on themselves, and then I made a bunch of phone calls and narrowed down the list until I ended up with one name. His."
"Damn Zayn," Harry mutters.
We pull up to Harry's house and all hop out into the rain. Is it ever going to stop?

Sages POV
The car comes to a jolting halt and I tense immediately, my breathing labored. I hear footsteps through the pattering of rain. I don't know how long we drove and we could be anywhere at this point.
I strain to hear a muffled conversation but can't make out any words. The trunk clicks open. This is it. As soon as it's open I lunge out, knocking whoever opened it to the ground. It's the guy who attacked me. He looks at me with surprise as I straddle him. He wasn't expecting me to jump out and fight back. I take the opportunity and slam the hammer into his skull as hard as I can, his hands go up to shield himself but I'm on a mission. A sickening crack splits the air and blood pours out of the gaping wound. His eyes roll back into his head. I think I'm going to be sick.
Arms warp around my waist and I hear yelling as someone pulls me off the now dead man. There's no way he will survive that blow, no matter how big he is.
I kick wildly at the person who's restraining me as the rain pours down my face. I take the hammer, still clutched in my hand, and hit the persons hand. Unfortunately, my arm was at a weird angle and I didn't hit him as hard as I could have.
"Get that fucking hammer away from her!" The person holding me shouts.
I know that voice.
The two goons from earlier rip the hammer out of my hand and I don't resist.
I'm safe now.
I relax and his arms relax around me. I turn around and look into Liam's brown eyes.
"How did you find me?" I ask and throw my arms around his neck.
"Who do you think brought you here, Violet," he says, his voice menacing.
My blood turns to ice as he throws me over his shoulder and carries me away from the dead man.

Liam's POV
I throw Sage, I mean Violet, into the basement of the cabin. She looks at me, the betrayal evident in her eyes. I leave Marco and Steve down there to restrain her. They should be able to handle that.
I climb upstairs and walk back outside to where Butch's body lies. The rain thinned out his blood and a giant pink puddle surrounds him as blood continues to pour out of his skull. I hum to myself and grab the shovel out of the back of the trunk, not minding the rain that has completely soaked through my clothes.
I walk into the woods until I find a clear patch of grass. Water drips from the trees and lands in my hair and I sing to myself as I dig up the mud.
"Well you only know the light when it's burning low. Only hate the road when your missing home. Only know you love her when you let her go," I sing softly.
When the hole is about 6 feet deep I stop and set the shovel down. I walk out of the woods that I know so well and go back to Butch's limp body.
I heave his massive figure over my shoulder and grunt at the weight. Slowly, I carry him to the hole in the ground. His hand occasionally hits the back of my leg as I walk. When I reach the hole I heave him into it and shovel the mud back on top of his corpse.
I glance at my watch and groan. I've been out here almost two hours. I finish throwing mud on his body and jog back through the woods to the house, carrying the shovel with me.

Sages POV
The zip ties cut in to my wrist, leaving angry red marks as I try to break free of them. They tie me to a steel chair that's bolted into the ground. It's like this place was built to torture people. They took off my shoes and sweater and tied me into this fucking chair. I didn't make it easy though. I gave one of them a broken nose and kicked the other one in the groin so hard I think his balls ascended.
I lean back into the chair and take another moment to rest. What the hell am I going to do? I am trapped in some unknown place in the middle of nowhere. I killed one of my attackers but now... Liam. I can practically feel the knife sliding into my back. I can't believe he did this. Well actually I can. He knows who I am and that I'm a cop, of course he brought me out here to kill me. Does Harry know about this? Stop, Violet, don't go there.
"You should probably sleep while you can," the goon who's nose I broke says as he enters the dank basement.
"Fuck off," I spit. My wet hair hangs limply in front of my face and I try to flick it away though my hands are restrained. He walks over to me with an evil smirk.
"You should be nice to me," he says and brushes my hair out of my face, his hand grazing over my cheek as he does so. I glare up at him as he speaks. "After all, as soon as Liam gets back, you're in for hell."
"Go to hell," I say through gritted teeth. He takes a step back and smiles at me.
"I'll see you there," he says and walks out of the room. "After all, murder is a sin."
The door slams shut behind him and I hang my head lowly. I killed a man. I actually killed a man. I tap on the chair three times with my knuckles and feel my breathing deepen. I haven't done this since I was a teenager, but back then it was only two taps.
Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap. The rhythm soothes me.
Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap.
Mom dad attacker. Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap.

Notes

Hope you like it guys :)
WHATS LIAM GOING TO DO TO SAGE?
ARE THE GUYS GOING TO FIND SAGE?
WHO DO YOU TRUST?