Louis’ POV:

I sat down with Niall at the base of the tree, and sighed. How can I explain this? I thought of either doing a simple version, or long story version.

“Which do you want, shortened, or detailed version?” I asked him. He thought for a moment.

“Detailed version, if you can.” He responded. I nodded.

“Alright… Well, when I was younger, before I even met you, maybe around the age 9 or 10, I had this fair life… No worries, no people to mess around with, a good home, basically everything a child needs to live, ya know?” I pause before sighing. Niall places his hand on my shoulder.

“Louis, if you can’t do this, you don’t have to.” I shook my head as Amber comes to mind.

“You need to know.” He looks at me puzzled.

“Alright then…” He said. I continued either way.

“One day, these gentlemen, dressed in all black, barged into the house very early in the morning. They took my parents and me to this van, with no windows. I became frightened but my mum comforted me, saying that everything is alright, and that they will handle them. They knew what to do. We were moved into a helicopter, and before we knew it we were off of the ground. None of the men that just stole us from our home said or spoke a word, between them or to us. It was dead silent. All you were able to hear was the helicopter whirring in the air, and the wind gusts that pushes us around. I was afraid that at any moment we were going to lose control and fall right out of the sky.”

“That ‘ought to be scary for a young one.” Niall commented. I nodded my head before continuing.

“We arrived in this remote island that was far from any civilization… I hugged my mum and she hugged me back. When we landed, they separated us all one by one, tying each of us with a rope by our wrists, behind our backs, and dragging us out of the aircraft. I asked my mum quietly, when we can go home… She said that she didn’t know, but hopefully soon. We were dragged by our feet, bags over our heads, covering our sight, and string at the bottom of the bag, to tie around my neck. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. We were moved into what looked like an elevator. I could barely see through the bag, but I was able to see my mum at my left, in her morning gown, dirt covering the ends of her dress, and my father to my right, in a t-shirt and in sweat pants. I looked down to myself, and saw that I was barefooted, as I did not have time to put on any of my shoes or even socks.”

“You barely wear socks anyways.” Niall interrupted, joking.

“Niall!” I scolded him.

“Sorry, sorry. I know, not the time.” He gestured his hand to me. “Continue.” I huffed, but continued either way.

“When the elevator gates opened, we were pushed and shoved around. Lights flickered in the halls as we continued to walk. I heard my father trying to free himself, because my mother was making painful cries. I thought that the men that were carrying her arms were squeezing too tight, but they didn’t care. We stopped at a door, and a figure that I could not distinguish was going through their pockets. A set of keys were pulled out, and the person went through one by one to open the door. Once the door was opened, I saw three chairs, two standing next to each other, and one on its own, opposite of the two. The three chairs faced each other, however. We were moved into the room, not all of us capable fitting into the room at once. They decided to push me first in. I tried to hold in my cries, as I did not want my parents worried. I knew now that I had to be strong.

I was pushed into my chair first. My parents sat across from me. The bags on our heads were removed, and immediately the horrible stench filled my nostrils, causing me to choke and cough. My parents tried to calm me down. Eventually, I calmed down. My parents’ mouths were immediately covered in duct tape. The man from before with the keys appeared, in full view this time. It was Walter. He walked over to this table, that I just then took note of, as I did not see that on my way in. My parents looked like they already knew what was going to happen. He picked up this long whip, and walked back to me, and said, ‘Let us begin.’”

“What did he do?” Niall asked. I sighed.


(A/N: In the next part, the POVs are going to put in one POV. In case you get lost, Louis’ is in bold, Ariella is in italic, and when it’s both at the same time it will be the REGULAR FONT. If it is added in bold, then it is specifically Louis, and if there is added italics, then it is specifically for Ariella. Enjoy! :D )


Ariella’s and Young Louis’ POV:


He came up to my father with the whip, and whipped him across his chest. He screamed out in agony into the duct tape.My mum yelled at the sight in the tape as well of her husband hurt in front of her eyes. I screamed, telling Walter to stop. But he didn’t listen. He just continued to beat my father with the whip, as blood begins to rise out of his body. Tears began to build in my eyes. My mum’s as well.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked him. He stopped for a moment, as my father tried to regain his breath.

“I need to ask you a favor.” He said quietly.

“What?” I questioned him. He hits him once more, my father doubling over in his spot. He groans and I clench my teeth.

“Louis…” he started to me.

“Ariella…” he started to me.

“If you may have noticed, there aren’t many people around us right now…” He bent down to be at my father’s eye level. “Don’t you agree?” my father spat in his eye with some of the blood that he was coughing out by now.

“What are you saying, ass?” I asked him. He walked over to me, gripping his whip. My father looked up and started to look at me wide eyed as Walter approached me.

“So what?” I asked. He walked over to me, gripping his whip. My mum started to scream in her mouth, tears stinging her eyes as she shook her head violently. My father grunted as he tried to sit up straight, but lost his energy and slouched down again.

“I want you part of Black Cove, as if you were my own child and servants. I know that you are already my child by law Ariella, but I want to have some father-daughter time. What do you say?” he asked me.

I spit in his face. How dare he asks me that in front of my actual birth father! I saw from the corner of my eye my father struggling to sit up. He just shook his head, before doubling over again. It was as if he was telling me to not do what he says.

I looked behind him to see my mum shaking her head, pausing for a moment, then shaking her head once more, as if telling me to not do what he says. My father did everything he could to do the same.

“I won’t do it.” I replied. He shook his head, clicking his tongue as he walked back to my mum and dad.

“That’s a shame… Are you sure? What if I offer you a deal, not that you won’t take it either way.” He trailed off, before taking another couple shots with his whip at my father mum.

She screamed in pain, which made me scream as well.

My father yelled out, but holding his tongue as he muffled his screams inside his mouth.

I refused to speak, as I could not find the words to speak. I tried to open my mouth, but nothing came out. He saw me open my mouth, and paused to hear it. When nothing came out, he continued the beating to my mum father. Tears were streaming down my face.

“Alright! Alright… What is your offer…? Just, please stop. Stop hurting them him… Please.” I pleaded. He lowered his arm that held the whip, and placed it to the table, as it now drips in blood of what was my family.

My mum looked at me with wide eyes, mumbling words that I could not understand because of the tape.

My father tried to breathe through his dry blooded nose, heaving as he mumbled the words no Ariella, don’t.

“I will let your mother and father go, and let them live their lives and we won’t bother them whatsoever, but you, child, have to stay and be my servant, forever.” He said. My mum and father shook their his heads violently. All I was able to hear were mumbles, of no’s, and don’t do it’s. I shook my head.

“No.” I said to him. “I won’t do it. It’s either all or none.”

“Then who will be with me here? At least one of you will come with me. Especially you, dear child. You are what I am looking for. I see potential in you, and it will be put to great use here at Black Cove.” He said while shrugging. He walked back to the table, and grabbed a hand gun. My eyes widened.

“You wouldn’t…” I gasped. He smiled, and a click was made from the gun.

“Oh, I would.” He smirked, and aimed the gun at my father first.

“Say that you will join me.” My father shook his head at me. My mum began to cry harder, if it was possible. He pointed the gun to his temple, and I stiffened. “Say it.” I shook my head. He aimed the gun away from my father’s head and aimed at the floor, he shot. I screamed and looked away.

“Say it. This doesn’t have much ammo, and I would like to put it to good use if you refuse my one, and ONLY offer.” He sneered at me. My father shook his head again, mumbling no. He looked me in the eye and shook his head.

“No.” I stuttered. He fired at the floor again.

“Just say it, you know you want to.” He said, the pressure building at the bottom of my stomach.

“No, never!” I yelled at him.

“NO! FUCK OFF!!!” I screamed at him, tears streaming down my face.

“I will let you visit them him every once in a while. This is how it’s going to go. Okay? I will ask you once more, and if you refuse. I kill him them BOTH. If you agree, they walk out of here alive. Either way, you are staying here. Forever.” I gulped. “Now, will you stay, and set them him go? Or should I shoot this now?” He asked me.

My mum cried, mumbling ‘I love you’ to me and my father. My father returned the gesture, with the energy he had left. I bowed my head, thinking.

My father shook his head quickly, but then groaning at the pain shooting through him. A tear escaped my eye. This is was it? Either do or die? I sighed.

“So, what is the fate going to be for your parents father?” He asked me. I stayed silent. “I asked you, a question!” He yelled at me, slapping me across the face with his free hand. I winced at the pain shooting up my right cheek.“What is your answer, god dammit!” he yelled at my face, while pointing the gun blindly behind his back. “Answer me!” he yelled once more.

I looked back to my parents, and saw how much in pain that they were in. I sighed, knowing that I have to say.

I looked to my father through my glassy, red eyes, knowing that this will truly be, the last time I see him in a very, very long time.

“I love you, mum and father, remember that.” I said to him them. I looked up to see an impatient look on Walter’s face.

“So…?” He asked me. I looked behind him one last time.

“I will join you.” I said in defeat. His face glowed with joy. Walter snapped his fingers and the men that stood behind us un-did the ropes, letting us stretch.

They took my parents out of the room, no, carried them out, and I didn’t even any last words to them.

They un-tied my father free, and carried him out the door.

“Wait! Don’t I get a goodbye first?” I called out to Walter, as I stood helplessly, watching what was left being taken out of my sight. He shrugged. My anger boiled up to its point. I jumped him. “You BRUTE!” I clawed his face, but was removed by the two men that held me earlier.

“You will see them soon enough. Let’s get to your training, and see what you can really do.” He said, wiping his face while walking out the door, me being dragged behind him, who knows where.


Louis’ POV

Niall stared at me horrifically, his own eyes as well as mine producing tears.

“That monster…” Was all he said. I nodded.
“But, you already know that I was able to see my parents again, every once in a while.” I shrugged, wiping the tears away.

“But, now that you ran away, won’t they come after them?” He asked me. I shook my head.

“They died already, naturally, so it isn’t a problem.” I thought for a moment. “But, I fear that Ariella is going to go through the same thing.”

“She told me they killed her mother.” I nodded.

“Would she join them?” he asked me, after a moment of silence.

“That’s what I’m afraid of. Ariella only has her father left. After years of tracing him down, Black Cove finally found out where and when he will be, when Ariella was in their possession, and created the perfect plan. Walter saved the files but they were stolen and put in…” I trailed off, my eyes widening by the second. Niall looked at me confused. I stood up, and he did right after. “NIALL, WHERE IS THE BRACELET YOU GAVE ARIELLA?” I raised my voice at him, grabbing him by the collar.

“I-I I don’t know! I haven’t seen her wear it since I gave it to her back at the square!” He said, raising his hands up in surrender. I released him, as I tried to remember if Ariella told me where it was…

Flashback:

“Remind me what you are looking for at the current moment?” Ariella asked me as I move books, papers, and pencils everywhere.

“Well, I basically just trashed his office.” I said, a large smile on my face as I take in the trashy room, or in other words, my masterpiece, satisfaction written all over my face.

“Because...?” She asked me, motioning her hands in a circle, as if telling me to finish what she said. I sighed.

“Because, I always wanted to do that. He treats me like a slave here and I don’t appreciate it. But I have to, or else…” I dragged my finger across my throat, making that unusual sound with it.

“Oh.” Was all that she said.

“Yeah.” I exhaled, as I continued my pursuit to trash the office a bit more.

“So, is that all we are here for… Or are we going to look for clues or ways to stop whatever he is doing…?” She sasses me. I roll my eyes without her seeing, but proceed to answer her question.

“Well, yes, we are. We just need to find his… Computer!” I quickly ran back to the desk and turned the screen on. He doesn’t really turn off the computer, because he feels like it was a waste of time. “Tell me you still have the bracelet…” I pleaded, without taking my eyes off of the computer, as I cannot locate the file of his plan anywhere.

“What bracelet?” she asks me. My heart drops, and I scoff quietly.

“The one my best mate Niall gave you.” I said, pleading in my mind that she does still have it.

“You know him?” she asks me. Why is she delaying the answer?!

“I just said he was my best mate.” I said, smirking.

“Oh.” She said. My patience grew thin. “So, how did you know he gave it to me?” I paused for a moment. Why won’t she just hand it to me already???!!!

“Well, I wasn’t in the room when it happened as I needed to go… You know… Go to the loo-“

“Yes! I get it, just continue.” She says cutting me off.

“Well I was told that he gave it to you, but something went down.” I eyed her as she looks away. “So, where is it?” I asked her, hopefully for the last time. She reaches up to her wrist, as I release the breath I was holding. There is still hope to stop this all.

“Drake has it.” She said almost so quietly, but I caught it. I looked to her, absolutely dumbfounded. Drake has it… My jaw clenches.

“Drake… As in the one Walter is AFTER?!” I said, raising my voice. I try to relax my breathing my covering my face in my hands, breathing heavily, but coming out as a sigh.

End of Flashback



I quickly started running back to the school, Niall grabbing his guitar, all of Ariella’s discarded items, before following closely behind me.

“Louis, care to explain please?” he said behind me, not too far away.

“I think I found a way to save Ariella, and it’s our only shot at it. But we have to hurry as we don’t have much time. Pray that Drake still has it!” I yelled behind my shoulder. His pace increased as he heard all that he needed, as we raced back to the school.

Notes

I tried to make it as clear as possible, very sorry if you got lost! :( If you did, basically what happened was that Ariella did the same thing that Louis did when he was younger, which was how he was recruited as part of Black Cove!

Well... It's been over two months since my last update... I said I would update within the next 2-3 feedbacks, whether it was with comments subscribers, or voters. A promise is a promise. I am actually in the middle of preparing for finals at the moment, but I didn't want to hold it off any longer... So yeah, and alot of things have been going on too... :P

Anywho, back to the story!!!

I was thinking of just leaving it here, as the last chapter. I feel like no one wants to read this anymore. I have thought of doing a sequel, of their life after graduation but that's if and ONLY IF you guys want to read it! :) It's up to you what you guys want me to do. Comment below your thoughts of where this story should go!

But, hopefully for now, this is the last of of Ariella's story... Thank you to all of my lovely subscribers/voters/commenters. I enjoyed seeing the feedback for this story and I will always love you all! I will however continue my other story Take A Chance, if you guys want to read more of my stories. It doesn't follow with this story, its something different. It would mean a lot to me if you do check it out, I am working more on that story anyways. Expect new chapters every Wednesday!!

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