W e a k n e s s [Peterick AU] - #Wattys2016

#34- F a t e

Pete's POV

2.00 am. Fredericks' office. Perfectly on time. Just one thing was missing: Fredericks himself. I kept staring at the blinding neon light right above me, my hands sinking completely into my jacket pockets. As I took a glance at my watch, the sharp air brutally hit my face.

I felt miserable; it wasn't one of the best nights to die. But it looked like destiny wanted that to happen now; maybe there was even a good reason, who knows.

But... what if I wasn't really going to die that night? It wasn't sure that Fredericks would kill me; then I had to take the chance.

Think, Peter, think.

I saw him; my brain started working frantically and collecting thoughts as the man walked closer, still barely visible due to the thick fog that covered the view. I suddenly had a stroke of genius while I tried to look as calm as possible.

"Oh, how am I not surprised?", I muttered to Sky, who was beside him and smirked mischievously.

"Wentz!", Fredericks exclaimed all of sudden "It's been a long, long time. Too busy making out with that pig?"

I slowly pulled out a cigarette and put it in my mouth to light it, without even replying. I subsequently raised my hands in the air in surrender and said: "I'm all yours, you can make me whatever you want"

He stared at me toughly: "You'd deserve a lot of bad things, you know?"

I felt his strong hands clutch my shirt tightly as to suffocate me: "What's your game? Huh? I'm not that stupid, you know I can kill Patrick with my own hands. I gave you a million chances to finish what you've started, and I swear to God this is the last one. How dare you do this to me, to the person who took care of you? I found you when you were only 15 years old, and I started considering you as a part of my family... as a son; you never betrayed me and I completely trusted you... but maybe I made a mistake by trusting you. Yes, I knew you would rebel, I knew you were way smarter than those morons of your colleagues"

"Why does this mission pressure you so much?"

"Why? I simply don't want there to be proofs from someone who has seen my face while I was committing two murders"

I narrowed my eyes in confusion: "What do you mean?"

"Your little boyfriend has seen his parents die. Right in front of him. And guess who killed them"

My eyes widened: "So you are the asshole who took them away from him. He... he never told me..."

"Yeah, he's probably still traumatized. I remember the look on his face when he heard those two shots, and when he saw me. He fell on his knees and cried, and then screamed from the top of his lungs. Poor little Patrick. That's why he needs to be killed: I can't risk to go to jail because of his confessions. I don't know if he'll never reveal that to the cops. But... you know, for my safety it's better if we get rid of him anyway"

"You're disgusting, as always", I replied reluctantly "That's why I don't wanna work with you anymore"

"Ah, ah!", he lifted a finger "You still have to, though, remember: your mission is not complete. Say 'no' and...", I heard Sky load her gun and point it at me "You're gonna die now. And Patrick soon later"

After letting out a long sigh, I blurted dryly: "Fine. I'll do it on my own"

Fredericks stepped back and shouted: "Move your ass, then! You have 24 hours"

And with that, they disappeared.

"You're right, Mr. Fredericks: I'm way smarter than my colleagues. Possibly even smarter than you", I smirked pulling out my lighter and clicking it. The point is that it was not a normal lighter: it was a recorder.