If You Ever Come Back ~Peterick Fanfic~

26 - No, Thank You

A/N: Okay guys, I've been writing a Loki fanfic and I don't know if I should publish it or not. Please tell me if it's a good idea.

Patrick's POV

He killed me.

I wanted him to, even though it wasn't what my master had in mind.

I was in pain, living. I felt guilty.

I was not supposed to feel guilty. My master said I wasn't supposed to feel at all.

I can barely see. Am I kept inside my cage again? Is my master coming to punish me?

I can't remember much.

Patrick.

I gasp for air. "Yes, master?"

You will be tested, soon. It will be hard. But you have to fight it.

"Fight what, master?", I ask. I have to know what I have to do to obey.

Yourself.

Then he's gone. There is silence in my head. Dark, just dark. No thoughts.

Barely a minute after my master left, a door opens in front of me. Smoke is coming out of it, making me cough.

A small table has appeared beside me, with a short dagger on it. I have seen that dagger before. I know what I have to use it for. To kill.

Who do I have to kill? Who must I fight?

Behind the smoke is a silhouette of a man, there's a hood over his head and his wrists are tied together. He is my victim.

He can't see me. He doesn't know what is coming. It's so easy.

Master said this was a test. Am I being tested to see if I can kill? Of course I can do that.

I pick up the dagger and raise my arm. Just slice his throat. So easy.

Patrick!

You are not my master. Who are you? What are you doing in my head?

Patrick, I'm you. And this is my head. I'm the real you, the you who isn't controlled by Lucifer.

That is not true. I am me, and I obey my master because I want to.

You felt guilty, didn't you? Killing the person who was your friend.

I am not supposed to feel guilty. Feelings aren't real.

You felt love. You felt love so strong that nothing could break it.

Love is just an illusion of a hopeless heart.

But still you felt it. You know that. You remember how warm it felt, how nice it was.

Love is for children.

Are those your thoughts or Lucifer's?

My master's thoughts are mine. My own thoughts do not matter.

Lucifer doesn't know love because he has never felt it. That's why he wants to destroy your love.

I do not feel love for anyone. The only people I face are the ones I kill.

Pete Wentz.

What?

Pete Wentz. You love him. I love him, and I'm you.

Pete Wentz is my mission.

No, he's Lucifer's mission. Is this really what you want for yourself? Walk around as a mindless zombie, killing everyone you see?