Young Blood Spy

I'm Either Gone In An Instant Or Here 'Til The Bitter End I, I Never Know

Pete P.O.V

I was done. I wanted nothing more to do with this briefcase or this stupid cult. I had recently just witnessed two of my best friends be killed and now my other best friend, was chasing after me in a violent rage, hook on hand, thirsty or blood. The worst thing is that, I'm still not sure what even lies in the briefcase.

The only reason that I am still trying to protect it is because Patrick was trying to protect it too. Since Patrick is basically incapacitated and incapable of looking after the briefcase, I will defend to my last breath. Astrix ran up behind me, just about out of breath.

"Hey Pete." She breathed

"Hi Astrix," I replied, "Did you lose Patrick?"

"For now," She answered, "But it won't be long before he catches up with us."

I nodded in agreement

"I don't know where Patrick got it from, who he was going to give it to or what we should do with it, but for Patrick's sake, it should be kept safe and hidden or..."

I stopped mid-sentence as I watched a figure climbing up the hill. The way he walked was almost cinematic, like it was from a movie. The setting sun cast his dark shadow on the dusty sand. It was Patrick with his eyes yellow, his face furious.

"Yeah Pete, what was it you said that we should do right now?" Astrix put in, clearly anxious

"Running, as far as I remember." I offered

We both turned around and sprinted away, as Patrick followed us at an almost equally fast pace. Whatever happened next, I could only hope and pray that it didn't end in blood.

Zombie Patrick P.O.V

I began to chase the man and the girl. Courtney had given me one word, "Kill." I'd take care of the girl first as she would be easier to take down. Then I would take down the man and return the case to Courtney. Ha, what a bunch of fools, thinking that they could win. This was the road to ruin... and they were starting at the end.

Astrix P.O.V

I could feel sweat drenching the back of my t-shirt, making it sticky. But let's face it, that's hardly a concern when a crazed psycho manic with a hook for a hand, eager to spill your blood.

In the desert, we came across a bunch of eccentric people in camper trucks, doing things like, pouring oil over themselves or playing in water with an inflatable crocodile. Weird stuff like that. Pete directed me towards one of the camper vans. As we hoped inside the van, our vision what obscured by white smoke.

 "Asrix, watch out!!!" Pete yelled in my direction 

I turned around, only to narrowly miss Patrick's hook. We jumped out of the van. Patrick grabbed the case out of my hand, but Pete grabbed it back. We ran past more people doing strange thing before the three of us stopped in sand facing each other. It was like a Mexican standoff. Patrick stood there glaring at us.

Then Pete did something completely unexpected. He took out his machete bass, advanced towards Patrick and stabbed him in the abdomen. I was almost too shocked for words. But Patrick didn't retreat or retract. Instead he pushed Pete to the ground and repeatedly brought his hook down on him again and again.

Many of the crazy people had gathered round and were cheering on the fight. I had to do something. I grabbed the briefcase lying in Pete's hand and began to run. Suddenly I felt and excruciating pain travel through me back and possibly into my heart. I shifted my eyes and saw that Patrick had dug his hook into my back. One final kill.

I tried to electically shock him, but it seemed like my powers were draining out along with whatever life I had left in me. Pete was already dead. Patrick and I fell to the ground, on our backs simultaneously. As the last few slivers of the sun disappeared into the night. I lay my head back on the warm sand and let everything fade to black.