One HELL of a good time (Peterick)

A Feeling Other Than Cold

~Patrick's POV~

I hummed softly as I watched the humans try to battle my flame. I was sitting across the street watching. I felt slightly bored. I had followed through on my promise to visit Pete last night, and that's what I thought about now.

~Tardis noise into flashback~

"Pete?" I called out, slipping into his window. I couldn't hear a response, so I jumped fully in. I looked down where he usually rested and saw a mound of blankets.

"Pete?" I crouched next to the blankets and pulled them back. Pete was under there, his eyes closed and his breathing slow. I thought he was fine, until I noticed his hand shielding one eye. I moved it and saw dark purples and blues. I put my hand on his arm as I looked closer, feeling anger bubbling inside of me.

"Patrick?.." I heard Pete silently mumble. He sat up, but kept his eye covered. My arm stayed on his.

"What happened?" My voice came out as a growl.

Pete just looked sad. He shook his head and I saw him start to get that far away look in his eye.

"Hey..." My voice was normal now; soft for him. I moved my hand to his cheek and he gasped. His eyes blinked and he was back to this reality in front of him. He looked at me and I noted his once again slightly dilated pupils.

"What happened?.." I moved his hand away from his eye to further view the damage.

"My mom got mad when she saw me..." He mumbled, his eyes only half open, "She was drunk and thought I was my dad..."

I frowned at him. He didn't deserve this. He was such a soft soul... I could look past his eyes and see the sadness that touched his small soul. He didn't deserve that. His soul should be full of life and thriving, not struggling to survive...

"Can I fix it?" I asked him, trailing my thumb just over it. He nodded, his eyes fully closed. I took in a deep breath and let steam seep past my lips to rest at his eye. His face scrunched slightly, but I shushed him, running my fingers through his dark hair.

"Your eye is too sensitive to be healed the same way as your arm..." I told him, "You'll just feel the steam for awhile, alright?"

He nodded. His head was tilting to the side slightly.

"You find my heat soothing?.." I asked.

"For so long...I only felt cold..." His voice was quiet and tired. My eyes darted to the floor around him and saw the pill bottle just under the bed.

"How many did you take?" I asked him, my tail gripping the bottle and shaking it slightly. It sounded full for the most part.

"Two..."

"Then let them take effect..." I soothed, running my fingers through his hair again. He began to fall forward a bit and I caught him in my arms. His head was against my shoulder as I held him a bit hesitantly.

I could feel a burning inside of me again. This was different though, it was much milder than before. It was like these fires inside of me required a spark to ignite... And that spark seemed to continuously be Pete.

I laid him on the ground and let my tail trail along his side. I couldn't understand Pete. I knew he was strong though. To tolerate this took strength. Even though his arm had received battle scars, he was still here and fighting.

That was true strength.

~Tardis noise back to present~

I hated the way some humans acted. It was selfish and bitter. It angered me just how many didn't care how they angered others. I clentched my hand into a fist and the building in front of me exploded with even more fire.

Anger was something that lead to destruction...

I let out a breath of air and sighed. Let these humans take down my flame, the building was gone anyway.

I began to walk down the street, taking my list out of my pocket. I casually walked past a gasping woman who held her crucifix necklace tightly with a slight smirk on my face.

"It's the devil!" She yelled, pointing at me with her free hand.

I turned to face her while continuing to walk backwards. "Oh, but I couldn't take credit for the work of the man downstairs." I winked and flashed my eyes black.

She screamed and I just turned around to keep walking. I was in a mood that, even though I didn't particularly like my demonic eyes, I'd cause a little hell with them...

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A/N~ Yea, this chapter was real short, sorry guys...

They'll get long again seeing as I want the fic to conclude ON Halloween ((spooky))

We're almost there...

Are you ready?..

~Skittles Out~