It's been two days since your last call from Pete and you never got another one from anyone. You refused to accept the fact that Patrick, your Patrick, was gone. You held your head in your hand and screamed in frustration. There was a sudden knock on the door. You were afraid to open it. You remembered what Patrick said.
"Just lock the door after me."
He was probably expecting someone to come here for bad reasons. The knock came again.
"(Y/N)?" That voice said. The voice you thought you'd never hear again.
"Patrick!" You exclaimed running to the door. You opened it and saw him there. He had on dark shirt and black jacket. He was missing his glasses and fedora. You noticed there was a hook where his hand was.
"Oh Patrick." You muttered looking at him. Tears clouded your eyes and you almost didn't notice his yellow eyes.
"P-Patrick, what's wrong with your eyes?" You stuttered backing away slightly.
"Stop calling me that. Patrick's gone, he's dead! The part of the guy that you knew is now dead. I'm the last man standing." 'Patrick' said.
"No." You sobbed.
"I still have his memories though. (Y/N) (L/N). This guy was crazy for you. He really didn't want to go on that mission because he was afraid he'd never see you again. Guess he was right. When part of him was still alive, all he did was think about you. Such a wimp. Good thing you can join him soon." Patrick lunged at you with the hook and you took off running upstairs. You ran into your bedroom and locked the door. You called 911 and told them the situation.
"(Y/N), come out! This is no way to treat your one true love." Patrick laughed.
"Get away from me!" You cried.
"Come on! This guy was gonna marry you. He wanted a family with you. Just imagine I'm him and this can be over soon." You cried harder and pulled your knees to your chest. Patrick kicked down the door and walked over to you.
"Please leave! Why'd you even come back for me?" You sobbed.
"I don't know. I guess a small part of him is still alive and he wanted to see you. I guess I could let him." Patrick said. Suddenly his yellow eyes disappeared and your Patrick was back with the innocent look on his face.
"Patrick!" You exclaimed hugging him. Patrick hugged back carefully.
"Baby, what did they do to you?" You asked.
"You don't wanna know. (Y/N), Joe is dead. I killed him." Patrick said brokenly.
"It wasn't you Patrick. I know it wasn't you."
"I don't know how long I'm gonna have here with you. I can't even get rid of...of...this other me. He's the only thing keeping me alive."
"I don't care. I'll take the both of you if I have to." Patrick looked at you with sad eyes.
"I love you." He whimpered.
"I love you too Patrick." You replied before kissing him. In the middle of the kiss you felt a pain in your back. You opened your eyes to see Patrick's yellow ones. He ripped the hook from your back as you fell to the ground.
"Sorry sweetheart. It's just the way the cookie crumbles." Patrick sighed before leaving. You rolled around in pain as reality faded in and out. Finally, you took you last breath.
~The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger~
Part 4...Coming Soon
