I'm Just Passing The Time (Peterick Stripper AU)

The Party Isn't Over Tonight

"You're going to kill two room fulls of people just for vengeance on one life?" I squinted in disbelief at the two bulls in front of us.

"Seems fair..." Vic shrugged. He turned to Jaime. "Give me the lighter. I wanna make Iero burn." He held out his hand to the darker haired boy.

"With pleasure." Jaime grinned, flicking the small metal object closed. He tossed it in the air slightly, landing it perfectly in Vic's hand.

Patrick scooted closer to me. His chest was rising and falling in uneven patterns. I looked down at my bound hands. They were in front of me, leaving me with enough maneuverability to hold onto his. He turned to me with fearful eyes. I could only give him a weak smile.

"We're gunna die... Aren't we?" He asked, almost silently.

"I'm sorry Patrick..." I bit my lip, "I... I let you down."

"Jamais." He shook his head, "My family will still be safe... Their vengeance will die with me. My family will probably never know." He smiled sadly at me. "I'll just die as The Punk."

"You'll be Patrick to me." I promised, "No matter what."

He just held his sad smile. He leaned over and pressed his lips against my cheek. When he pulled away, he brought his lips close to my ear. "And you'll always be yeux whiskey to me..." He whispered before pulling away.

He kept a tight hold on my hands as he scooted closer to me, leaving no space between us.

"Guess we'll become the skeletons in your closet." He laughed sadly.

"Are we done with your mushy shit?" Vic asked with a sigh. He flicked the lighter in his hand and tilted his head at us.

"Are we done with your shit in general?" Patrick asked with an irritated look in Vic's direction.

"You won't have to deal with it much longer, stripper boy." Vic smirked, walking over. Jaime was sitting on one of the tables by the door, facing us.

Vic leaned up into Frank's face, making the short man turn red. Vic just laughed, obviously enjoying Frank's anger.

"Bye bye." Vic said lowly, flicking up the flame.

I squeezed Patrick's hand tightly and shut my eyes as I felt Frank tug against his restraints. It wasn't the heat of flame that made me open my eyes, however. It was the sound of a shot.

I opened my eyes and looked up at Vic. He was spinning in the opposite direction. Jaime was staring with wide eyes. He looked frozen in place as a red stain spread over his chest. He fell quietly forward, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

"FUCK!" Vic snapped the lighter closed and rushed over to Jaime.

"What was that?" Patrick asked, still squeezing my hand.

Before I could reply, another shot rang through the room. Vic fell to the floor, still.

From where I was positioned, I couldn't see where it came from. "Who's there!?" I called out, praying for a friend. Praying for anyone to be our savior at this point.

"P-pete?" A shakey, familiar voice called out.

"Max?" I called out in confusion.

I heard Frank mumble through his mouth gag as footsteps walked around to us. Max slowly came into view, shaking and holding a gun with both of his hands.

He looked terrible. His hair was unkept and everywhere and his clothes were likewise. He was only in tattered black pants and a stained shirt.

"I-I shot them..." He whispered.

"Max, where have you been?" I asked, "You were gone from the hospital..."

"I...I wanted to go home with Hoodie..." Max said, dropping the gun from his hands as he shook. It hit the floor with a clatter, making him wince. "He-his gun was still there... I've never shot before..."

"Max, sweetie, can you please untie us?" Patrick asked, leaning forward. "I'm sorry..."

Max nodded, coming down to our level to slip the knots. He finished Patrick first, who hurried to free Frank, before he came to me. He was shaking the whole time. He even had tears brimming in his eyes. Once my hands were free, I grabbed his.

"Max..."

"I've never shot before." He said with wide eyes, "St-Hoodie always promised he'd be there so I'd never have to..."

"I'm sorry you did." I said before pulling the younger boy into a hug. He held me back tightly, making a choked sound.

"You can untie shit quick..." Frank gasped once Patrick had removed the restraints on him, including the bag.

"I work with kinks." Patrick shrugged. He looked over at the door before turning back to Frank. "Help me push it. I really think he may have broken my arm earlier..."

Frank nodded, going to move the small door barricade away. Patrick went over to help, pulling with his good arm. Max pulled away from the hug, wiping his eyes.

"How did you know where to find us?" I asked him.

He sniffled before answering. "Lucky break, I guess... I was just wandering with Hoodie's gun when I heard a voice I recognized. From that night..." He shut his eyes tightly and took a deep breath before continuing. "It came from one of the men leaving here... But it wasn't the voice that shot him..."

"It was Vic, wasn't it?" I asked lowly, reaching out to put a comforting hand on Max's shoulder.

"O-one of them..." His eyes began to tear again. He quickly swiped the tears away, but he couldn't swipe the sadness from his eye.

I gave him a small smile. "You saved our lives, Max. Thank you..."

He smiled slightly back, but said nothing. Frank and Patrick had finally moved aside the barricade and were tugging at the now stuck door. I turned back to Max.

"Listen, there's a man upstairs, his name is Dallon." I told Max, "He needs help. Can you get him out? Possibly on the way to the hospital?"

Max nodded. "Yes sir. Anything to help save someone." He rose to his feet with another deep breath. He walked slowly until he reached the still bodies on the floor. Getting near them made him run to and up the stairs.

I turned to Patrick and Frank. Frank was tugging at the door, unable to make it budge.

"Are you even pushing in there?" He asked loudly with irritation.

"Oui!"

"Harder, my Hershey kiss, harder!"

"Kinky, mister Brendon."

"Pas le bon moment!" Patrick snapped at the two through the door.

"Pete, gimme a hand." Frank groaned, pulling hard against the door handle. I grabbed around Frank's waist and pulled from there, making him groan in a slight pain.

We were so busy with the door, that nobody noticed one of the figures on the floor behind us twitching slightly.

Nobody noticed the hand that still held the lighter, flick it weakly open.

Nobody noticed the small spark that escaped.

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A/N~ another cliffhanger because I sUcK

Also this kind of got written while I was in a bad mood & feeling ornery I'm sorry

The end is near, friends! Bittersweet when a fun fic comes to an end :( I'm not ready tbh. Although, I have talked about it in comments before, I have been working on a kind of spin off of this book to talk about Ryan and Brendon's relationship with how that started, as well as how Brendon and Sara's story kinda happened. Let me know what you guys think about that, because it would go up not too long after this story if y'all are down!

It would be a short little before thing, nothing too off tangent like this story...

But yea, that's all I got 'till the next update! See ya then ;)

~Skittles Out~