Redemption

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"Hello, little bird,"

The young girl's breathing was heavy and throaty. Her voice was hoarse, and her throat was raw from screaming so much. She had a dry throat as she ran a good mile or two before she was caught red-handed.

'...police continue to investigate the murder of the Foster family's manor and have contacted the family's relatives after the incident.' The young girl remembered a criminal defense being reported on the television. 'The murderer, once again, thought to be one of the most wanted man on the planet.' It suddenly showed a male officer with a harsh gaze, "Harry Styles, we will find you.'

The killer was anonymous--known of his name, but not of his looks or age--, but of course, being the most known person on earth leads you to blame.

Most people believe the twenty-two-year-old lost his mind or needed to be put into the mental institution because he killed innocent families just in search for this one girl, his mate.

'Natasha has a small diamond on her shoulder,' Frankie, a middle-aged man, was explaining to his younger sister somewhere in the world, explained. 'which is why I married her.' The young girl frowned, clearly and utterly frustrated with confusion. 'Why can't you choose the girl you like?' she questioned. Bianca was Frankie's little sister; she was only six years of age, she didn't mean to be rude or anything, she was just curious as to why her brother couldn't choose the woman of his dreams. Frankie smiled bitterly, 'This world is cruel, Bianca." Frankie leaned forward and brushed a strand of blonde hair from his younger sister's blue eyes. 'This,' he began, pointing to her delicate neck. 'is the sign you have. A boy has the same one. You are going to marry him.' Bianca curled her lip in disgust, 'Ew,' she cooed. Her brother blinked slowly, shooting her a small smile. Of course, he had just lied to his sister, once again; this world wasn't just cruel. It was unfair. To women. Born to be a male's, they could do whatever the hell they want, and nothing'll happen to them. They wouldn't just get married. Frankie hopes his younger sister finds a man who will treat her right, whereas others use the women sexually and deadly. Frankie was nice and respected his wife. What he was obsessing about was whom his sister will end up with.

Bianca gulped, watching her killer make their way towards her. Harry Styles, the one everybody feared. Nobody knew what the cold hearted killer looked like, with the exception of his parents who were no longer alive, but it was obvious. Finding a handsome, almost adoring, face in the middle of nowhere. Trapped in a cold room, tied to a chair, with a boy in front of her with many tattoos and piercings. With a world like this, he would've been sentenced to jail for all of them tattoos. Tattoos were outlawed; forbidden. Nobody could change the tattoo they were born with, so police wouldn't know if the tattoo you got was original or a replica, for some rare tattoos weren't always on the back of the neck. Some people attempted to get the ones their loved ones had. Harry didn't give a crap. He was a criminal. But he didn't change his Original tattoo, of course.

Bianca looked over his body in fear, wondering which tattoo was the one he first got when born. All she did was wish for a quick, peaceful death, or that someone would barge in through those steel doors that were probably impenetrable and rescued her.

That's not going to happen, and she knows it.