The Darkness Gets Bigger

9. The Road To Ruin

soo, the pic above (or on the side, depending on which device ur using) is meant to be Cat (Halsey) and Xavier (Beebo) before they broke up and they were all happy etc. Ignore the fact that Cat is meant to have long hair then shh use ur imagination.
I hope you enjoy this part!

Patrick's POV:

Finally, I thought, as I heard footsteps walking up the aisle of the chapel, someone was here to take me out of this hell hole.

As the footsteps became louder and louder it became clear to me, my torture wasn't over just yet.

"Look who's awake?" A voice, as smooth as velvet sounded in the room, overlapping the clicking of stilettos on the ground.

Another laugh echoed around the room, on cue.
The two vixens approached me, their trademark black leather clothes glinting dangerously in the dimly lit room.
One of the pair, with a high ponytail and charcoal lips smirked at me, and started fiddling with the machine I was hooked up to.

"Just relax," the other purred in my ear "it'll all be over soon."

I recoiled in disgust. Her hot breath on my neck made my hairs stand up, for all the wrong reasons.

"L-let me go!" I protested, struggling against the restraints "where are the others?"

"Cute, isn't he, G?" Ponytail Vixen asked the other, who she referred to a simply "G"

"G"  nodded ruefully, and flicked the last switch on the machine.  A few moments later, it felt as though they had put a miniature projector inside my head, with its own speakers. Images flashed before my eyes, with monotone chanting in the background.

I shook my head, trying to snap out of it, and returning to reality momentarily, but in the end, I was always sucked back into their propaganda machine.

I was pulled back under into the hallucination, and somehow, this time I knew I wasn't coming back out for a while. Two silhouttes came into view, one sitting down and another standing, towering above the other.

A familiar female voice whispered:
"I'll join your cult,"

And a male voice responded with:
"Wise decision."

The standing figure knelt down and untied the wrists of the sitting person.

"Welcome to Silence The Noise, Cat."

The silhouettes finally melted away, and were replaced with people, in full colour.

The man I saw Cat talking to that day we met at the studio - her ex - was smirking, as he rose to his feet again, his dark eyes filled with intrigue.

The focus shifted to the female figure in the chair. She stood, facing away from me, and embraced the man tenderly. As they released each other, the woman slowly turned to face me, giving me time to realise who it was.
Cat.

She smiled at me, but it felt like she was looking right through me. At something or someone else.
I tried to scream at her, but I was paralysed where I was in a dream-like state, only it was more like a nightmare, if I'm honest.

She turned back again, this time, holding out her hand for her ex-boyfriend and now fellow cult member to take. They joined hands and walked out of the view, leaving me trembling with rage.

She was in on it the whole time. Even before we were together, she was plotting to kill me. I should have known, it was just too good to be true. People like her don't fall in love with people like me.

"Patrick, please!"

She betrayed my trust.

"Stop this Patrick! It's me!"

Now she, and everyone else can pay.

"PATRICK!"

Suddenly, my eyes jerked open, and I found myself back in the chapel.

"Thank god," I heard a familiar voice sigh.

I looked up to see Pete, panting and covered in blood.

"We need to get out of here, now!" He screamed, tugging on my wrists restraints.
"Your eyes were yellow, and you were growling like a dog,"

I continued to just stare at him, as he tried to loosen my cuffs.

"I don't know what they want with us, Trick," he sighed

"Liar," I snarled, my vision becoming skewed again.

He planned this all.

Pete glanced at me, his eyebrows raised in concern.

"Now isn't the time to joke around." He huffed, placing something over my severed arm. I didn't look down to see what it was, but it felt heavy and cold on my wounded flesh.

He will pay for this. They all will.

"Listen, you're not helping here, I'm trying to un--"

Before he could even finish his sentence, he dropped to the floor, unconscious.

"That's my boy," a vixen cooed in my ear, putting her weapon in her back pocket.

I growled, involuntarily, curling my top lip backwards like a wild animal.

"We'll make them pay," she snickered, running a hand through my hair. "Don't you worry."

A/N:
DUN DUN DUNNNN (Josh)
PATTYCAKES HAS BEEN BRAINWASHED.
NOW HE THINKS PETE ANDY JOE AND CAT ARE ALL A PART OF THE SILENCERS...
WHATS GONNA GO DOWN? (down in an earlier round)
FIND OUT NEXT PART.

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Love you all x