Outliers [L.S]

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FIRST CHAPTER IN A LONG TIME! I'm so excited to start again and updates should be quick! I don't work but I do have school so I won't have an exact schedule but I'll be updating a lot:) I've really missed you guys and this story.

Louis POV:

Every other second a different guy I knew was trying to kill me. The handcuffs I was in made it so much more difficult to do anything. I could barely fight them off. I wished I had Harry's help.

Harry.

I quickly thought of anything else but him. I didn't have time for that. Not when I was quite literally fighting for my life.

A guy I recognize as Cole charges towards me. I swing my already bruised hands out, smashing them across his face.

From the lack of weapons (other than my gun but it was too difficult to use with my hands cuffed together.) I was using my hands as a literal bat. Each time I had to use my hands it became more painful. I've never been good at combat due mostly to the fact my body wasn't strong enough for it. I got tired easily. I often forget what to do. If my father was here, he would be screaming at me.

Cole grabs the cuffs and yanks me. I try to kick out at him but he only smirks and steps away. I didn't know it was possible for my heart to beat this fast. I already had so much adrenaline coursing through me, which was helping me a whole bunch, but now I had fear too. Mostly fear.

I was still confused why the same people I was semi friends with were trying to kill me. Or save me? I had no clue what their intentions were. All my brain could think was Drew's words.

"Your father will take care of you."

I yanked my joined hands up, hitting Cole in the chin causing his head to fly back. That seemed to make him even angrier. I swallowed harshly.

My breathing was irregular. I'm gasping for air every other second. I knew my body was being pushed to its limit but I couldn't stop. I tried reciting all the things my father had lectured me on in the training room.

Your feet Louis!

God! Don't flop your arms around like a fish!

Put your body into it! Not your shoulder! You're too slim for that shit!

Stop swinging with your arms! It's your body! It's always your body!

I dropped to the ground, grabbed my gun, and shot Cole before he had any time to reach me again. With the slight stop of people attempting to kill me I breathe a sigh of relief. A small break isn't much but it's a break nonetheless.

I repeat my fathers words. Playing them over in my head. Why was it so impossible for me to do? I grit my teeth while trying to slip my hands from the cuffs. My wrists were purple and bleeding. The skin being ripped off from my many attempts to remove them. I sighed through my nose.

Pain is not real William! It's in your head. Control your mind.

Don't let your mind control you! You control it. Break your finger son.

Your body is your control. Not your mind's. Your body doesn't have a limit unless you let it.

I braced myself as I brought my arms down, smashing them into my knee. My vision blurred but when it came back into focus I felt delighted with myself. The cuffs were still around my wrists but the chain had snapped.