Setting Fire To the Methane Sky *Killjoy/Youngblood*

Chapter 1

It had been two days, Pete thought, as he kept running past the purple flowers, looking almost artificial in the colorless desert that had materialized suddenly, in great contrast from the bustling city from which he thought he had escaped.

Two days since his best friend lost it. Of course, it could have easily been more than two days. The time with the Silencers had been so foggy. A thick fog of sick bliss and absolute horror.

Something like two days ago, Pete had been fast asleep after what could have been the best one night stand ever. What was her name? Pete couldn't be bothered to remember. Especially since learning that she was no random girl at the bar on a Friday night, instead a strategic ally of the organization that tore he and his best friends apart.

Something like two days ago, everything fell to pieces.

Patrick shouldn't have ended up like this. He should have been okay. Now he was a murderer for the rest of his life. Condemned to an eternity of the knowledge that he was responsible for the lives of his best friends.

Joe and Andy shouldn't have ended up like this. Gone.

Needless to say, neither of the surviving friends would ever be the same after the events as of late.

Pete knew that if he were to make it out of this situation alive, his world was over anyway. His friends would be gone. His band that he dedicated years to was obviously over.

And he never found out why. Why did this happen? Why Pete and his best friends? Sure, they weren't anywhere near St. Peter's list, but what did they do to deserve this?

Hearing quick footsteps too close behind him, Pete speeds up. He tightens his grip around the broken weapon that once was disguised as a bass guitar, but resembled a sharp hockey stick. It was still deadly, nonetheless. Pete also made sure the handle of the suitcase was still firmly in his grasp.

This goddamn suitcase is the hub of the battle.

And neither he, nor Patrick, remembered what the contents were. After those damn drugs. Pete didn't know which he was more pissed about, that he and his friends were forced to take them, or the fact that he hadn't ever had the opportunity to buy them.

All Pete knows about the suitcase is that there is something important inside. Important enough to guard it with his, and his friends' lives, and he couldn't fail, or else who knows what would happen?

Pete didn't care if it was a fucking squeaky toy at this point. No matter what it was, the Silencers didn't deserve the contents of the suitcase. He couldn't let his friends have died for that.

Running as fast as ever, not daring to look back quite yet, Pete made a vow to himself.

If he makes it out alive, he is determined to find the Silencers and make them pay for ruining the lives of himself and his best friends.

Looking over his shoulder, Pete already knew who was chasing him.

The same person who had been chasing him everywhere since his mind had been destroyed by the manipulative Silencer bitches.