Letters To Patrick | >>Peterick AU<<

The Final Chapter (Part 1)

Pete's POV:
The letters had been going on for some time now. They were working, until this Frank guy found them. I had to save Patrick!

Joe and Andy had come along, I figured I needed them with me while I was finding Tricky. They had been great help though. Well, except for the four hour long games of eye spy, which Andy always won, and when Joe threw up out of the boxcar door.

We were now in the town that Patrick was being kept in. I will not say where it is, because of FBI purposes, but we were finally here. We had until sunset, it was now 3:26 pm, we had some time, but I wasn't ready to test my luck just yet. So here we were, just three dorks walking through a town holding bags filled with random shit we thought we may have needed.

Where he was, Patrick that is, was a giant warehouse. It would be quite difficult to find though, considering this entire town was basically warehouses. I groaned and looked over to Joe who was looking back and forth, taking in all the sights of the city. By sights I mean crumbling buildings with grafitti, trash cans, and just trash. Trash everywhere.

The air smelled like factory smoke and the air was thick with smog. It was hot and the sun beat down on my back intensly. I just wanted Patrick, and to be at my house.

We walked for a couple more minutes, then I collided with somebody. "Ow," The person said, as we both fell to the rough tarred and gravely sidewalk. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there and I-" I rubbed my forehead and made eye contact with who I had bumped into. "Oh my god Ray, why are you here?" I said suprised, Ray looked up at me, because by now I had picked myself back up, and brushed away three curls that had fallen in front of his face.

"Oh, Pete! Yeah, um, well, it's kinda hard to explain. The main thing is, these pyschos, these lunatics, these terrible terrible people, these-" Je shouted angrily, I cut him off. "Okay, okay, I get it. What did they do? Also, by any chance, do know what they're names are? I'd like to know who these "lunatics" may be please." Ray nodded and stood up.

"This guy named Frank Ramsey," He began, my eyes widened and hate, anger, and fear crawled through out my entire body. Frank Ramsey, the guy who has my little Pattycakes! "And his gang, well, they took Mikey. He's gone Pete, they, um, well, killed him. Gerard tried to stop them, they had Mikey chained to a wall, he had been tortured for a couple hours now yet now they were about to fire a gun, making the bullet go straight through his heart, Gerard threw himself in front of Mikey, and they killed Gee instead. Then Mikey. I managed to escape." Ray paused, tears formed in his eyes and his lip slightly quivered.

"Where-Where's Frank?" I asked scared for the answer I would recieve. "Oh," Ray said, his mood had picked up slightly, only slightly. "He's in the bathroom." Ray then pointed to the gas station across the road. I nodded, thank god Frankie was okay. I just was in complete utter horror and shock. This Ramsey guy was gonna get it. Trust me.

Ray must have noticed how I had suddenly become dethly silent, he gave me concerned look. "Pete, what's wrong? You don't look well." He asked, I rubbed my forhead and groaned. "They, they, um, they have," I paused and looked over to Ray, now staring into his eyes. "They have Patrick. They say they're gonna kill him, I have proof too." I dug around in my pockets and pulled the crumpled letters I had been recieving from Tricky.

Ray scanned them with his eyes, then jolted his head up as he finished reading the final letter. "Oh my god, Pete," he said quietly staring at me with wide eyes. "Have you reported this to the police yet?" I looked at the ground ashamed. Why hadn't I thought of that. "Um, no. Not yet." I mumbled, Ray kept staring, he definitely looked scared. "You need to do that." He stated firmly, I nodded once more.

I saw someone walk out of the door to the gas station, then begin to make their way across the street to where we were. It was none other than Frank, Frank Iero. His black had whipped into his face because of the wind.

"Pete!" He said looking shocked, he smiled and I returned the action. "Hey Frankie." Isaid, he opened his arma and gave me a huge warm comforting hug. It was a safe hug, like everything was going to be okay.

"Frank." Ray said, Frank, still hugging me, looked over to Ray's concerned face. "What?" He asked, Ray paused. "They have Patrick."

Frank's smiled disapeared and I saw sadness, rage, and tears form in his eyes. "Well, we can't just stand here then, let's go save him."

Frank released me from the hug. "We know where they are." He said, I looked to him with hope burning brightly inside me now. "Really?" I asked, Frank nodded. "Yup. We can take you there, Ray and I." He pointed to Ray who nodded. I said it wasfine, we just needed to get Joe and Andy to come with us.

They had both just kind of explored the town while I caught up with the guys, but when we found them, they said they would come with us.

We didn't have much longer.