Harry's Pov

"What? Calm down! I can't understand you!" Zayn angrily scolded, covering his other ear to hear the caller better. Driving down the deserted road back to the house, I pinched the bridge of my nose, irritation growing at each second. "Whoever is calling you Malik, he or she better be quick. I don't tolerate hysterical callers." The whole thing just aggravates my growing anger.

"Y-yeah, wait for a minute. It's Alex." At the mention of the fucker's name, I shot up. "What? What does he want? Is it about Lucinda?" Zayn frowned deeply, as if not believing what Alex relayed to me. When Zayn pulled the phone away from his ear, his eyes were wide. "Styles, I think we need to go to the warehouse."

"What? Why the fuck should we go there?" I questioned angrily, feeling out of the loop. What's going on? "It's Lucinda, Styles. Alex said she took Grace and ran out of the house. Alex followed them to the warehouse, that's when things got ugly."

"What do you mean, Malik?" And how on earth did they end up on the warehouse? How did Lucinda know? Then again, when it comes to Lucinda, you will never know. The girl is a walking bomb, innocent looking at the outside, but once you trigger her, she explodes. I wonder what made her go crazy this time. "What happened at the warehouse?" I demanded after giving out orders to head over to the building right away. When Malik didn't answer, I narrowed my eyes at him in warning. "Tell me Malik."

"Lucinda...is Rachel."

"Repeat that again, Malik."

"Lucinda is the missing Rachel." Zayn stated once again, serious and shocked at the sudden information. "Alex caught Lucinda yelling at Grace and she began to spill secrets. They are currently at the warehouse. Alex noted that Lucinda is being hysterical and insane." At those words, I can't help bit let out a bark of laughter. "Is Alex really serious? Lucinda can't be the missing girl, she is just a normal human being who I dragged into this shit because she knows too much and that-"

"You're fucking her?" Niall throw in, making me roll my eyes. "Rachel, herself, is afraid of Lucinda. I don't know why but that is what the report Sonya gave me a few months ago when Lucinda and her family still lived at my old house." Looking out of the tinted car windows, I stared at the tall trees we passed by, only a few note minutes until we reach the warehouse. "It's impossible for Lucinda to be Rachel Smith."

"And, what if Alex said is true? What if she really is the last Smith?" Niall asked, curiosity in his eyes. Licking my lips, I pulled out my gun from my holster and clicked the safety off. "Then I'll kill her. Nothing more." Kill her for trying to fool me. Kill her for lying to me and for making me believe that she is the Lucinda I come to know.

"Do you actually believe what Alex is even saying?" Niall questioned in his seat, "I mean, sure the guy is on our side, but he's a fucking sleaze. Why trust him?" He does have a point. Zayn shook his head at the blond, "Really Horan? Are you not over the fact that he beat you at poker?" Horan began rambling about how Alex cheated and how fucking sly he was.

"Shut it you two." I ordered, nodding at the sight of the warehouse. "We're here. I don't want to hear you two yapping about poker or shit." Climbing out of the car, the air hit my face but I didn't feel the coldness like it should. It was quiet, too quiet. "Are you sure they're here?" Zayn nod.

That's when we heard Alex yelling, calling out for help. "I'm going in." Zayn declared and dashed inside the warehouse. I was about to step forward, ready to go inside the building when a shot was fired. The deafening sound echoing across the woods, startling the birds that settled in the trees near us. "Let's go in." I ushered and we went inside the warehouse. I furrowed my eyebrows as we slowly pass by room carefully. "Grace!" Hearing the sound of Zayn's voice, we all hurriedly made our way over to his position.

I eyed Alex who is hysterical, face red and sweat rolling down his forehead. "Where is Lucinda?" I asked and he shrugged, "I d-didn't see her escape through this door. I was guarding it and the door is locked." He stammered fearfully. Zayn broke the door down, the wood splitting into half before tumbling down to the floor.

There lay Grace, shaking slightly as blood pooled at her side. This only made Zayn widen his eyes in shock before sauntering over to his girlfriend. Grace started sobbing as Zayn held her in his arms. "Why? How?" He asked repeatedly.

I went over to the gun that laid on the floor, picking it up to examine it. "L-Lucinda! She is the l-last one." Grace chocked out, hissing loudly as Zayn began to take the bullet out to heal the girl. "And how did you know that?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes at her.

Grace squeaked and gripped Zayn's shoulder hard, "I-I caught her in the room, she managed to steal Alex's phone and began to c-call someone. I didn't know who, but I heard enough to say she is the last one! That's when I confronted her about it and she went crazy! She attacked me!"

"How did you guys end up in the warehouse?" Niall asked, eyes staring at Grace suspiciously. The girl let out another hiss in pain, "She took me- fuck that hurts- here. I didn't know she knew about the way to the warehouse. I began to ask her questions and she foolishly did. I found that she is Rachel Smith and she didn't deny that fact. She only decided to follow you Harry to get a leverage in her plan to destroy you."

"That's bullshit. I don't believe Lucinda will do such a thing." Niall countered. "Why would she do that when she just could've avoid entering this town! She wouldn't go through all the suffering Harry threw on her way if she really is Rachel Smith. If I would be Rachel Smith, I would be too chicken to even set foot on this town."

"Are you saying I am lying?" Grace asked, shock evident in her face which twisted into an ugly snarl. "I worked hard just to help Harry find the last one and now that I did, you won't believe me?"

"How can we be sure we're not killing a woman who isn't even involve at all? You'll be making a big mistake if you kill Lucinda. I bet you're lying. How can Lucinda even know where this warehouse is when she doesn't even known it exist!"

"So you're saying I'm a liar? All I have said is true! Everything is true!" Grace yelled in such a ferocity we haven't seen before. "That's enough!" I roared, silence once again reigning the room. "Malik, bring Grace back to the house. I'll take it from here." Zayn nod and hoisted his girlfriend up before walking out along with Niall and the rest. Rubbing my face with my hand, my eyes caught sight of a white object laying on the ground. Nearing it, I took it and stared hard at it. It was a pregnancy test, with two blue lines.

What kind of thing like this is doing here? Who the fuck owns this shit?

Pocketing the item, I began looking around the room and smirked in triumph once I saw the window at the corner destroyed. Walking over to it, I stared at the snowy ground, foot sprints still visible. Oh Lucinda.

Shaking my head at her rushed decisions, I walked out of the warehouse and went to follow Lucinda's tracks. This girl, she's so rushed and uncontrollable. It's maddening. Damn, when she has something in her mind, she does it fast without missing a beat. I squinted hard in suspicion.

How did Lucinda even know about the warehouse when we kept it a secret?

Did someone tell her?

And how the hell did she became 'Rachel' all of a sudden?

My face twisted in anger, letting out a snarl. If she really is Rachel Smith, she'll have to suffer for tricking me into thinking she's a different human. Tricking me into thinking she's real. Every step I take, I began to speed up, wanting to find her fast before she put two and two together to leave this town. She should explain. I deserve one. I sigh once her tracks were barely visible on the snow, but I didn't have to follow it. I know she will head back to town, probably to see her parents or whatever friend she has left. Friend.

I guess it wouldn't hurt to see if she's at that girl's house. What was her name again? Lyric? Turning into nothing but a puff of smoke, I travelled effortlessly and in seconds, I stood in front of a modern looking house. Inhaling deeply, I entered through the gates and into the house, not bother knocking. "Hey!" A man around forty yelled before I froze him into place, including the woman who stood beside him. I guess they are Lyric's parents.

Seeing that no one is in the kitchen or in the dining room, I walked up the flight of stairs and began to look for Lyric. "Excuse me?" I sharply turn to see her, Lucinda and Grace's friend back in their little highschool, standing in the middle of the hall. She was sporting a haggard look while in her blue pajamas. Her eyes were slightly narrowed at me in suspicion. "What at you doing up here? Are you a friend of my parents? Who are you?"

Damn, this girl ask a lot of questions. How do Grace and Lucinda put up with this girl? I mustered up a smile, trying hard not to show my irritation to the most annoying person I have ever met aside from meeting Lucinda the first time. "I'm just here to ask you on Lucinda Mackenzie's whereabouts." I was expecting for her to go all worried and anxious but what I received was just a light scoff. "If you're one of the police, no she is not here. Just because we were close friends doesn't mean I'm already her keeper. Besides, she made sure that we are not as close as we are anymore by just disappearing and not telling me. Grace even made sure to see me sometimes, but did I ever received word from Lucinda? No!"

She pointed at the stairs, "Just get out of my house and don't come back cause Lucinda is not here. And if she is, I would've told the police anyways. I don't want convicts or mentally ill people coming here!" I guess she's telling the truth, if her eyes filled with ferocity is any proof of it. She is angry at Lucinda for keeping her out of the loop and for abandoning their friendship. Well, that is my fault. I did kept her busy.

The memories of me and Lucinda fucking on the bed was making me smirk wider. It only made the emotional girl in front of me stare uncomfortably at me, obviously freaked out. Well, she should. It's not everyday you get to stand in front of a famous murderer and live to tell the tale. Not that she knows who I am.

I simply nod at her, "Thanks for the information Miss Lyric. Have a good day."

"H-how did you know my name? Are you some kind of stalker?" This only made me grin and I shook my head at her words. "Oh, I'm much more than that, actually." I replied and walked away before she had the chance to fire questions at me once again. I gave Lyric's parents an unimpressed stare before unfreezing them once I got out of the house.

No time for games Lucinda. I'll find you and you better give me a fucking good explanation or I'll make sure you won't be able to see daylight again.