Young Volcanoes (Young Bloods Sequel)

Chapter Seven

~Pete's POV~

I had just barely pressed my lips against Patrick's, pushing him back against the sink. I was bringing my hands up to allow my fingers to trail through his newly darkened hair. The new color was such a turn on...I couldn't help it...

"FUCK!"

Patrick quickly pulled away when that terrified shout filled our ears. He slid past me and rushed over to the door.

Damn it. I was so close.

I started trying to throw my clothes on when Patrick threw open the bathroom door.

"Oh my, PeTE!" I had barely been able to slip sweats on when Patrick grabbed my arm and pulled me from the steamy bathroom. What I was pulled out to was utter chaos.

Tyler was speeding around the room, gathering all of our supplies. Josh had someone pinned up against the wall. He punched them before letting them slide to the floor. Frank was leaning against the wall, his eyes half closed while his hand that loosely held his bleeding side slipped down his small frame.

"FRANK!" Patrick yelled, his voice full of fear.

"I've got him!" Josh jumped over the bed and hurried over to Frank. He carefully lifted the boy into his arms and draped him over his shoulder.

"We need to go." Tyler zipped between us, looking back and forth.

"We'll go to the place. Where we arranged to meet him." I nodded to Tyler.

"B-but what if he tipped them off?" Patrick's eyes were full of fear and his voice full of panic as he spoke. I could tell he was on the verge of a panic attack.

"Hey..." I cupped his face in my hands, watching him relax immediately with the glow of our touch, "Do you trust me?.." He nodded slightly. "Then trust me, now. It'll be okay."

I dropped my hands from Patrick's cheeks. He had calmed dramatically, now. I looked back at Tyler with a nod.

"Lead the way, Sonic."

~Patrick's POV~

Pete's touch was like a drug to my panic. I had been on the verge of loosing it, but he could pull me right out of it...

I trusted him and Tyler to know where to take us, but we also had a wounded Frank... He wasn't looking too good...

"What happened?" I asked as Tyler zipped out of the hotel room. Pete was checking the blinds, his eyes scanning quickly back and forth.

"I don't know..." Josh looked over at the unconscious figure by the bed, "He just came out of nowhere... Shot something at Frank before I could grab him..."

"Tyler's got the car." Pete said suddenly, jumping over to the door. He looked between us and ushered out, "Let's move."

Josh went first and I followed after, Pete running hurriedly after me. Tyler was sitting in the drivers seat of a small green Toyota. Josh threw open the back door, nearly ripping it off its hinges, and carefully set Frank inside before climbing in himself. I ran around to the other side while Pete took the seat in the front.

"Hit it." He nodded once all the doors were closed. Tyler was quick to hit the gas and speed out of the hotel's parking lot.

I turned to the pale boy next to me. He wasn't looking good. His wound was on the side closest to me, so I pressed my hands against it.

"Josh, can you get me like a cloth or something?" I asked, continuing to apply pressure to the wound.

Josh nodded, ripping his shirt and balling it slightly before passing it to me. I nodded and moved my hand for just an instant to lift Frank's shirt and press Josh's ripped shirt to his wound. I got a quick glance at Frank's wound, and noticed something strange...

"It was something sharp." I said, easing the force I was pressing against his side. "It's still in there...Josh, hold his shirt up."

Pete turned with concern as Josh followed my instructions. I moved the already blood soaked shirt remains to the side and focused on his injury. I could see whatever had stuck itself inside of him. I narrowed my eyes and focused on simply that.

It's stuck right there...

It needs to be unstuck...

I stared at the object, watching it move around and begin to slowly dislodge itself from Frank's side. As it moved free, I began to get dizzy. I blinked rapidly to keep my focus, but it was getting harder and harder... My eyes began to flash their yellow filter the more I tried to keep it up...

"Patrick?.." Pete's voice was faint in my ears. I couldn't break contact... I was so close to getting it out...

"PATRICK!" I gasped as the object released from Frank's side and came flying at my face. Before it could hit me just between the eyes, Pete's hand had intercepted it. I breathed heavily, looking at the metal shard just inches from my face. A dull red glow surrounded Pete's hand, protecting it from damage from the object.

I fell over into my seat, still breathing heavily. I felt drained... But I couldn't just pass out now. I forced myself to move the torn shirt fragment back over Frank's side and press against it. We had to make sure that he was okay... For Frank... For Gerard...

"...'trick?.." I trailed my eyes lazily over to Pete. I locked eyes with him before letting mine flutter closed. I had to stay conscious... But I just couldn't keep them open...

~Pete's POV~

Patrick let his eyes shut, but I knew he was still conscious because his hand never slacked from where he held the rag to Frank's side. I turned to Josh and mouthed 'watch him' before turning in my seat. I brought the metal object that had nearly planted itself in Patrick's forehead. It was jagged, a bit like scrap metal. I turned it over in my hand, not being able to make sense of it.

"It's scrap metal?" I questioned, turning back to Josh. "Why were they throwing scrap metal? Last ones had to have had guns..."

"This is weird dude..." Josh shook his head, staring at the metal object in my hand.

"It doesn't make sense!.. Unless..." Tyler grew quiet. I turned to him and saw a look of worry on his face.

"What, Tyler?" I asked, quietly.

Tyler bit his lip. "What if... What if there's more people like... Like him. What if he's using people like us to hunt us?.." Tyler was almost silent, scanning the road ahead.

I sat back and turned the metal scrap in my hand. How many more of us were out there?.. I mean, we knew this foreign kid had abilities... So it wasn't just bound to the states... But could they really be using us as weapons against ourselves?..

I shuddered as I looked back at my memories, already knowing the answer.