If You Ever Come Back ~Peterick Fanfic~

17 - Into The Darkness

Pete's POV

I try to hold back Dan, who looks like he is about to rip Lucifer's throat out with his teeth. I have never seen him this furious.

"What are you planning to do? What has led you to this?", I ask in an attempt to distract Dan from all his killer thoughts, and because I actually want to know what led Lucifer to doing this.

"You actually expect me to tell my tragic backstory?" Lucifer says sceptically. "I'm sorry, but I know enough about the world to know that that won't make anything better. For me at least.

Oh, and eventually you will get enough of that privilege when I'm done with all of you. Then you can hear as much from me as you want".

"Tell me what you are going to do with him! With all of us!", I shout. I am sick of all his sarcastic humor and demand real answers.

"I might as well do it now", Lucifer sighs and I actually get a little bit of hope that he is going to tell us, until he moves his hand and I get knocked against the ground. Patrick is on top of me and his hands are around my throat.

"Patrick!", I squeak. "You don't have to do this!". I know that none of this will work and black spots are dancing in front of my eyes. As I turn my neck a slight bit, I see that Dan and Phil are already unconscious and Lucifer is just hitting Andy so hard on the head with his scepter that he nearly bashes his skull in.

"I do", Patrick grunts. "It is my mission". I see his arm move backwards and attempt to beg for mercy but before any words have come out, his fist hits me against my forehead and I fall into an abyss of pain and darkness.

-

As I open my eyes, I see nothing but stars and little flashes of light dancing in front of them. I blink a few times until the flashing has stopped and look around. I am tied to a chair with my ankles and I'm put inside a straitjacket so I can't move my body.

The room I'm sitting in looks small, and a red carpet is leading to my chair, almost like I'm the main attraction of some sort of show. The only windows the room has are blocked of with a kind of paper that makes the light coming through look chemical.

I try to move my body only the slightest bit, but I can only rock back and forth in my chair. There is no possibility of escaping, and panic starts to well up in my throat.

I'm moving my upper body faster and faster, and can't stop hyperventilating. In a moment of pure desperation, I let out of a scream. Not of sadness or pain, like I've done so many times, but of fear.

The tears are streaming from my eyes and over my cheeks and my breathing is nothing but short gasps.

Then, in one split second, my mind becomes clear. This is exactly what Lucifer wants. He wants people to show their weakest side and destroy them based on that.

But I'm not going to let him do that. I need to calm down. I need to find a solution. I will get out of this. And I will save the others.

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Patrick's POV

I am tied to a large wooden chair with rough, leather bands. They are stripped down so tightly that I can barely move besides for my upper body.

As I turn my head around, I see that I am in some sort of chapel. The windows behind me are made of stained glass, giving the whole room a sense of colour.

In front of me are benches who look similar to the benches placed in a church.

On my right and behind me I can see weird electronic things from which I have no idea what they do. On my left is a shape which seems like a piano, with candles placed on top of it.

I am placed directly at the end of the aisle, giving me the sensation that anybody could come in at any moment and come torture me some more. As if He hasn't done it enough.

He... I can't even say his name, that's how scared I am of him. He has put everything personal in my mind on standby and took over control. I never want to feel that ever again.

The fear is becoming too much and I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Then I scream. I scream like I've never screamed before.

"Pete!!"

My throat hurts afterwards and there are tears in my eyes but I know I have tried everything to get him to hear me.

Pete's POV

I can hear his voice. Even though he is separated from me by all those walls and unknown amounts of corridors, I can hear him. And he makes my heart flutter like nobody else can.

And then to imagine for one second I thought we weren't meant to be.

I bite my lip to prevent myself from crying again and blink a few times to hold back the tears.

"Patrick...". At first it's just a soft whimper but I force myself to control my emotions.

"Patrick!!"

The scream I let out must be as loud as his scream, if not louder. My body is shaking and I lean as far forward as my straitjacket allows me to.

I know that someone heard us and is probably on their way to us but I don't care. Maybe I can get an opportunity to escape then.

And I was right. A boy about as old as I am walks up to me with the same blue glow over his eyes as I had seen by Patrick.

He stops right in front of me and a small part of me hopes he will help me escape but his hand collides with my head and I see stars.

"I know how you can escape", I say in a last attempt to gain my freedom. "I- I can help you. You just have to help me. I know what you feel... I will help you get your revenge"

The glow in the boy's eyes seems to get darker and he shakes his head, as if he tries to escape my words. He leans forward, about to help me get out my straitjacket and then jumps back.

"My master... He will kill me...", he whispers with tears streaming over his cheeks.

"If you help me, I will make sure he won't hurt you. Ever". I use every bit of my brain to find exactly the right words to convince this guy.

With shaking hands he unties my ropes and unzips my straitjacket. As I am standing up, he looks at me like a lost puppy. I smile at him.

"Thank you. I-" Suddenly he falls down at my feet. Dead. There is blood coming from his neck. As I look down, I see there is some sort of digital tracker there.

Lucifer can kill people he doesn't even look at. This man is even more dangerous than I thought.

I wait for a minute to remember the unknown boy and then start running. It won't be long until they find out and they might already know.

So I run, into the darkness with no idea what lies in front of me. Later, I would've wished I had never escaped that small room.