Niall's POV

We were sprinting through the woods. Liam in the lead, it was a struggle to keep up with him. Not all of us used to be in cross country.

As I struggled to keep my legs moving, my mind was off in it's own world thinking millions of different thoughts. I had a bad feeling in my gut earlier this morning when we got here. I should have acted on it and just made everyone leave and not look around and walk the stupid kid home. This felt like my nightmare. Maybe it was a warning. At this point after being chased by a crazy lad with a chainsaw anything seemed possible, premonition dreams being one of them.

"Wait!" Harry yelled while quickly stopping.

We both haulted to a stop. I immediately noticed why he stopped us.

Louis, Spencer, and Aurora were no where in sight.

"We have to go back and find them." Harry said through heavy breaths.

Liam looked unsure as he paced back and fourth.

As much as I wanted to find them, I was absolutely terrified about turning around and going back.

Liam cupped his hands around his mouth. "Louis! Spencer! Aurora!"

Harry and I quickly followed yelling out. We did this for about a minute without any results.

"Okay let's go back." Liam said doing his best to look brave.

We ran back to the edge of the woods and looked out at the house. There was not a soul in sight.

"No, we have to find them. Louis wouldn't leave me." Harry whimpered, his eyes becoming glossy.

Liam placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. "We will find them. Maybe they are back at the car waiting for us."

Harry weakly nodded.

"Let's go." I said while starting to run back towards the van.

It was becoming early afternoon and the sun was still shining bright. Normally I would like this kind of day, hot and sunny, great kind of swimming weather, but today it felt like the sun was glaring down on us and burning us with it's intensity. My clothes stuck to me and I could feel beads of sweat dripping down my forehead. By the time we got back to the van we were all panting like dogs due to exhaustion mixed with fear.

Unfortunately we were the only ones here.

Disappointed was spread over all our red faces. I was pretty sure mine was sunburnt.

"There not here." Harry whined, stating the obvious.

Normally Liam had a plan but he looked clueless.

I walked up to the van and tried opening the door but it was locked. Spencer had the keys.

We all stood there unsure of what to do next.

Finally Liam broke the silence. "We need to go find help."

"Where? We're in the middle of god knows where." Harry replied.

"And Spencer has the keys, so we can't drive anywhere." I added.

"Well, I hope you have your walking shoes on then." said Liam. "We can't just stand here doing nothing."

Right after Liam said that we heard a car engine coming down the road near us. It was a police car. We all looked at each other in relief. This was the perfect timing. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The police were here and everything was going to hopefully get better. We all walked over to the road to get his attention.

The car pulled over right in front of the van. I noticed the car was a sheriff's car. He walked out of the car. He had a hat on shading his face and a brown sheriff outfit on. He spit a big gob of chewing tobacco onto the pavement as he approached us.

As soon as he got over to us Harry and Liam were both talking to him a mile a minute.

"Officer our friends are in trouble there's a guy who's chasing them and hurting them..." Harry rambled.

"Thank god your here we need help, we need back up. There's a lunatic with a chainsaw after us." Liam said at the same time as Harry.

"Gentlemen" The sheriff said in a stern voice. "Calm the fuck down. Speak one at a time. I can't hear a god damn thing ya'll are saying."

Liam steped in front. "Our friends are in trouble."

"What sort of trouble?"

"There's a man with a chainsaw, a big man, who's chasing us and possibly kidnapped one or more of our friends."

"Hmmm..." The officer said. He started walking around the van peaking in.

"This you kids van?"

"Yes." Liam said.

"Listen the van doesn't matter right now. Our friends there in danger! You need to help them now!" Harry yelled getting more upset by the second.

The officer kept looking at the van like he didn't even hear him.

"How old are you kids?" He asked suspiciously.

"Were all 19." Liam answered.

"And you say this van belongs to ya."

"Correct. But I don't see what your getting at. Our friends need help now." Liam said getting a little frustrated.

"I wouldn't be worried about your friends. It's you kids who are in a lot of trouble." He said in a deep voice.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked. We all gave each weird looks. I was starting to get that bad feeling in my stomach back.

"Come here." He demanded while looking in our front window. "Come on I don't have all damn day."

We quickly walked over.

"You see this?" He said as he pointed to the beer that was by the front seat.

"You've gotta be kidding me." Harry muttered.

"You kids aren't old enough to be drinking."

"No this isn't ours, it's are friends'. He is 21. But are friends there are the ones you should be focusing on right now." said Liam.

The officer smelt the air. "I smell bullshit."

I loved America but I hated the drinking age. It was ridiculous, much like this situation right now. We were all getting real frustrated with this cop. He was more worried about this than the lives of our friends. Something wasn't right.

"Stand back." He barked at us.

"What, why?" Harry asked.

The sherif pulled out his night stick and starting bashing the front window open.

"What the hell are you doing?" I spat out. He was ruining Spencer's van.

He kept at it until the window was completely gone and all that was left was little glass shards around the egdes. He put his hand through unlocked the door and grabbed the beer.

"Confiscating the evidence." He said as he put the beer in his police car.

I was starting to wonder where this guy got his police training at because this was not normal police behavior. I looked at the other lads and they both looked confused, scared, and angry all at the same time.

The sheriff opened the back door to his police car. "You all are going to have to come with me." He said as he motioned us to get in the car.

Liam shook his head. "No, not until you help us with finding our friends."

Harry and I shook are heads in agreement.

He swiftly bent over and pulled a hand gun from his pants and pointed it at us.

We all froze. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it would rip out of my chest at any moment.

"I'll say it again. Get in the goddamn car." He had a scowl on his face. Just by the expression on his face and the tone of his voice you could tell he wasn't messing around.

Liam took the lead and put his hands up at this sides. "Okay, okay. We will get in just don't do anything stupid." His voice was shaking.

I could feel tears building up in my eyes. I looked over at Harry and he looked terrified as well. We made eye contact and he grabbed my hand to try and comfort, well both of us.

He kept his gun pointed at us as we all slowly crawled into the back seat of his car. Once we were all in he slammed the door. He hoped in the front seat and opened a beer he "confiscated" and took a big gulp.

"Aww nothing like a cold beer on a hot day." He said as he pulled out onto the street.

This guy was definitely nuts. I'm pretty sure drinking and driving is just as illegal as underage drinking. I wanted to say that outloud, but decided it probably wasn't a good idea.

"Where you kids from?" He asked causally.

We all looked at each other for a moment. Liam finally stepped up and answered. "England."

"That's what I thought with your 'pretty little accents'". He said as he mocked us.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"You got something to say to me boy." The sheriff said to him.

He looked away.

"That's what I thought."

"Where are you taking us?" I asked. My voice cracked because I was so nervous.

"That's not a english accent." He said. "Where are you from boy?"

"Uhh Ireland." I said.

"Your little British friend said you were all from England." He said angrly as he glared at Liam. "I don't like liars."

"Sir, where are you taking us?" Harry demanded repeating my question.

"Mama's house." He grumbled.

I really had no idea what that meant, or why he wanted to take us there.

We pulled up to a huge stone house. Wait I recognized this house. It was the back side of Jedediah's house and the chainsaw guy's house.

He all looked at each other. This was bad. Real bad.