The Young Blood Chronicles (A FOB Story)

Just One Yesterday

Pete POV
The food, the drink, the drugs.
It was all coming back to me.
Patrick. Oh God.

The memories were oozing back, I remembered Patrick's face in the hospital, looking at me like I was his worst enemy.
They did something to him, I was scared of what that was, but I had a feeling I had to find them.

I stood up, I was in a forest, I began walking, I winced, I had a limp.
This was great just fucking great.

After walking for a good five minutes, I found a really small apple tree, with a very red apple dangling from a low branch.

I licked my lips, it looked so juicy, and I was very thirsty.
I reached up and snatched the apple from the branch.

It was pretty much perfect, I took a big bite, I regretted that soon enough.

I spit it out, expecting juicy white pulp to come out, if only.

Blood.
Blood splattered out of my mouth, I looked down to face the apple.

There was no white flesh. There was a bloody, meaty surface.

I dropped to my knees I could feel, something slithering up my throat

I puked, and the thing I least expected came out.

A small snake dropped out of my mouth and slithered into the tall grass.

I gaped at it, I just puked a snake.
A snake came out of my mouth.

I wanted to scream, but I knew that would make it easy for them to find me.

I started walking again, hoping to find a road or a payphone.

After walking for what seemed forever, I found a small parking lot, coming out of a small building was a middle-aged woman, and her daughter.
The girl was wearing a sparkly pink dress and a tall tiara rested on her head.

I ran towards them, not really thinking it through.

The girl screamed, which thinking it through was to be expected I mean, I was covered in blood and my clothes were torn and ragged.

They ran to they're car, and locked the doors, I slammed my hands on the window glass.

I felt a hot stinging pain in my eyes, I dropped to the ground clutching my eyes, moaning they both drove off.

How was I ever gonna find them, if I couldn't even get a ride.

"Hey! Pete!" Someone yelled, I turned around, on a truck was Joe and Andy, and I spotted a bloody black sleeve with a hook, peer out of the passengers seat.

Patrick. My heart sank, was he mad at me, was he alright?

I ran towards the truck attempting to catch up, when I did Joe held out his hand grinning "Hey"

I took it, once I was aboard, I grinned back.

We all slumped on the truck, there were some big gallons of water, so we opened them and drank, the water felt amazing on my dry throat, I poured a bit on myself to attempt to clean the caked blood.

The truck soon came to a stop, I peered over the edge we were at a hospital.

We weren't moving, we suddenly heard a soft melody fill the air.

Patrick slammed the window, I was scared, his face radiated anger.
I looked over to Andy and Joe, they both looked terrified.

"Run" I yelled
"WILL DO!" Joe shouted as he jumped out of the trunk and began sprinting towards the Hospitals main entrance.
Andy nodded and ran after Joe, I looked at Patrick one last time.

I would fix this whatever they did to him, I knew Patrick would never act this way.

I sprinted towards the entrance, as Patrick began chasing us.

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Well
I'm really enjoying this fanfic, next chapter will be from a Patrick POV
Okay?
Okay
Well anyoldhow

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